You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"This is a parting gift you gave me. If I return it to you, wouldn't it seem like..."

“Oh right.” Shen Jie replied, reaching for her hair clip.

"Don't move." Xiao Yao took out his phone and took a picture of her.

Then I took another picture.

Then he realized that he should probably take two close-up selfies together.

After Xiao Yao finished taking the photos, Shen Jie took out her own phone and took two more, since the two phones couldn't transfer data.

Shen Jie took off the hair clip and solemnly handed it back to Xiao Yao: "Well, I'm leaving now?"

"Shall I take you to the airport?" Xiao Yao said.

Shen Jie: "?"

"Oh no, I forgot, I can't get out." Xiao Yao subconsciously smacked his head, then realized that this might harm Yu Luying. But then he thought that he should be fine in this room, so he relaxed.

Shen Jie turned around, squinted her eyes, and affectionately patted Xiao Yao's head: "If you have nothing to do, you and Tian Yun should study together how to break through the fog's blockade. I also want to take you—take you all to visit our world."

Xiao Yao said, "Okay, I'll try my best." But in his heart, he was wondering, where should he even begin this research?

"By the way, try to wear high heels less often in the future, they're really bad for your feet," Xiao Yao told Shen Jie.

"Oh my, my little husband, you're already starting to boss your sister around?" Shen Jie said with a charming smile.

"What, can't we do anything about it?" Xiao Yao straightened his back.

“Yes, I can manage it,” Shen Jie said with a smile. “But I’m already short, so how can I not wear high heels? Besides, it’s part of business etiquette.”

“So,” Xiao Yao said, “this is the foot binding of the new century, the persecution of women by society.”

“Well said,” Shen Jie smiled and said, “But my foot is ruined. Why don’t you go back and discipline that one? If she listens to you, I might wake up a different person.”

“That makes sense,” Xiao Yao nodded. “Remember to remind me.”

“Okay,” Shen Jie said with a forgiving smile, “I really have to go now, otherwise I’ll have to change my flight again. We must part ways eventually, so let’s just stay here and not see you off.”

"Hmm," Xiao Yao said somewhat reluctantly, "I can't give it away even if I wanted to."

Xiao Yao's reservations about the age difference from yesterday have almost completely vanished, and the two embraced tightly, whispering sweet nothings to each other.

"How many people admired your youthful beauty, but who can withstand the relentless changes of time..."

Shen Jie, I did it.

Xiao Yao thought to himself as he spoke to Shen Jie, who was in the West Suburbs Garden.

"Okay, okay," Shen Jie said, "I'm only going for a few days, it's not like we're going to be separated again—uh, it's going to be very far away."

Xiao Yao stood by the window, watching Shen Jie get into the car and leave in his imagination before returning to his own time and space. After washing up and getting dressed, he went out, pushed his bicycle, and rode towards Sacred Heart Church.

If I remember correctly, I have class today, but Xiao Yao is definitely not in the mood to attend any classes right now.

However, he had to ask Yu Bo for a treasure.

As Xiao Yao rode his bike, he secretly wondered what day it was when he met that beautiful older sister at the Miwei Group.

Well, on the first day I went to Miwei Group, the older sister said "the boss is going abroad the day after tomorrow". In the evening, Yu Luying and I went to three property addresses provided by Yan Xiao, but came up empty-handed. Then I received a text message from Liang Yanan.

The next evening, I met with Liang Yanan and got the address of the West Suburbs Garden. Early the next morning, I went to the West Suburbs with Yu Luying. At this time, Shen Jie returned, which was yesterday.

Today is the fourth day, which is the second day since Shen Jie's father went abroad. He should not be home yet. Regardless of how much difference there is between him and him, it is always better to hurry.

Hmm, wait a minute, if Shen Jie's father isn't here, will that skyscraper palace temporarily disappear as well?

The optimistic person's guess was that I could just crawl into the mirror, emerge unimpeded from the mirror in Shen Jie's room, and then lead her on a triumphant escape.

Haha, it can't be that simple, can it?

If it were that easy, Shen Jie would have run away on her own yesterday...right?

Lost in thought, the boy parked his bicycle in front of St. Francis Secondary School and quickly walked through the side door of the Sacred Heart Church.

I shouldn't be late today.

Before even entering the conference room, I saw Little Apple with her eyebrows slightly furrowed, one hand gently rubbing and supporting her slender waist as she walked towards me.

"Good morning," Xiao Yao said instinctively.

"Good morning." Yu Luying's tone was a little tired.

"What's wrong with your back?" Xiao Yao asked Yu Luying.

"It's nothing," Yu Luying said. "I just felt a bit sore when I woke up this morning for no reason. I don't know if I accidentally stuck it in my throat—it can't be that my period is coming again, can it?"

"Is it time yet?" Xiao Yao mentally calculated the time. "It's not time yet, is it?"

By turning the tables on him like this, Yu Luying will have no way to ask him, "What did you do?"

"Hey, good morning, Brother Bo." Xiao Yao looked up and saw Yu Bo coming out of the conference room, and quickly called out to him: "I need to talk to you, let's talk in private."

Yu Bo took out his phone and glanced at the time: "Let's talk about it after class, it's almost time."

After patiently listening to the lecture on "The Four Ends of the Nation," Xiao Yao followed Yu Bo into the church's back garden after class.

"What? A return scroll?" Yu Bo exclaimed in surprise, "What are you going to do with it?"

“Brother Bo, you know what I’m going to do,” Xiao Yao said calmly.

"You're being reckless!" Yu Bo scolded.

"That's my guts!" Xiao Yao retorted without backing down.

“No, I don’t agree to you going, and I won’t provide you with any support,” Yu Bo said, waving his hand dismissively.

"Why?" Xiao Yao asked, puzzled.

“It’s too dangerous,” Yu Bo replied without hesitation.

"That's it?" Xiao Yao said, "It's precisely because of the danger that I need your return scroll as a safeguard."

“No,” Yu Bo said, “If I give it to you, it means I support your actions.”

“If you don’t support me, you won’t go? I have to rescue Shen Jie,” Xiao Yao reminded Yu Bo. “If you don’t give me the scroll, that’s like watching someone die.”

"You!" Yu Bo looked somewhat angry: "Disorganized and undisciplined! And you dare to morally blackmail me!"

“Father, unless you tie me up and lock me in the church basement, I will definitely go and save her.” Xiao Yao reiterated his determination.

"Do you think I wouldn't dare?" Yu Bo reached out and grabbed Xiao Yao's arm, causing the boy some pain.

"You've hurt your niece." Xiao Yao didn't struggle, but just stood there motionless, reminding the hot-tempered monk.

“You went to Mr. Yao’s temple to save people,” Yu Bo released his hand and composed himself, “We were passively involved in Mr. Song’s temple. Now you want to actively attack someone else’s temple. Putting aside how dangerous it is, do you plan to turn Xiao Shen’s father into the same situation as those two teachers? Do you know what such behavior means once the power of the spiritual fortress is abused?”

“I’m not going to fight the shadows in the hall,” Xiao Yao told Yu Bo, “nor to change anyone’s mind or hurt anyone. I just want to use this opportunity to bring Shen Jie out.”

"Illegal intrusion into someone's home and kidnapping their minor children—is this lawful or just behavior? I think it needs to be considered carefully," Yu Bo said.

Xiao Yao was puzzled. How could Brother Bo, who was always carefree and "chaotic and kind," suddenly become so rigid in his thinking?

Like any father who spoils his child, Yu Bo argued with Xiao Yao for another 20 minutes before taking him upstairs to his office to provide him with the help he needed.

“First, this doesn’t mean I support you,” Yu Bo said.

“I know,” Xiao Yao said.

"Second, if you see the situation is not good, get out immediately. Don't be greedy and reckless. My caution is definitely not because I am reluctant to give it to you. Remember, we must preserve our lives."

“I know,” Xiao Yao said.

When Yu Bo infiltrated Teacher Yao's temple last time, he gave Shen Jie a Loreto Our Lady of the Temple as a means to escape. Little did he know that it was a relic of Queen Mary, which inadvertently awakened Mary's Fortress in Shen Jie's mind.

Now that the Holy Medal was in Shen Jie's hands, Yu Bo gave him a brand new Holy Medal of the Holy Mother's Appearance.

"Whose sacred relic is this?" Xiao Yao asked casually.

“Our parish relic group sells these common items for five dollars each.” Yu Bo held up his hand: “Pay up.”

Xiao Yao: "..."

Yu Bo deliberately glared at him and said gruffly, "What are you doing? Can't I use the five-yuan note? Are you trying to rip me off?"

Xiao Yao burst out laughing, and Yu Bo couldn't help but laugh along.

The two didn't have time for lunch at all; Xiao Yao spent the whole noon learning how to read the Latin text on the scroll from Yu Bo.

In front of Xiao Yao, Yu Bo chanted incantations and performed a blessing ceremony on the sacred tablet. (Note: "Blessing" an item is similar to the Buddhist practice of "consecration.")

In order to finish quickly, Yu Bo rewrote the manuscript for Xiao Yao using Chinese characters and pinyin, but Xiao Yao still learned/read it with difficulty.

“Derla~” Yu Bo uttered, his tongue making a beautiful tremor.

"Daddy," Xiao Yao repeated.

"You need to flick your tongue up. Imagine you have a mouthful of water in your mouth, and then it moves to your throat..." Yu Bo patiently instructed.

"The trilled 'r', the trilled 'uvular'... there are way too many of these in this passage!" Xiao Yao made a sour face: "Do we really have to produce all these trilled sounds?"

“Sigh, I can’t blame you for this,” Yu Bo sighed. “Many people can’t produce it, even after studying and practicing for years. It’s also related to the structure of the root of the tongue.”

"Then what should we do?" Xiao Yao asked. "Does it have to be a vibrato for it to be effective?"

"I don't know," Yu Bo admitted. "I'll go with you. It's the West Suburbs Garden, right? But I have something to do this afternoon, so let's wait until four or five o'clock."

"Huh?" Xiao Yao said.