Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming

Chapter 932: Chapter 932: Encounter

"Really not?" Ma Yao didn’t believe it.

It’s already hard to tell what’s true and what’s fake.

"Really not!" Bai Xiao said with grief and indignation. Such a respected old professor actually did something like this—it was just utterly shameless.

He Juan and Lin Xiang were also confused.

"Even if it’s not true, the name on the school’s competition list can’t be fake, right? Think about it yourself. I guess the Surgery clinical team must have exploded by now. There were already very few spots available, and now you’ve taken someone else’s chance—imagine how many jealous stares you’ve attracted! Better be careful!"

Throughout the entire college, only fifty students could register to participate in the first preliminary round of the competition, and you were directly given a spot in the second round. Wouldn’t that make others jealous?

Only now did Bai Xiao realize she had become the target of public criticism.

"I’m going to find Vice Principal Zhao. This matter needs to respect my personal wishes! I had no idea this was happening!" She felt aggrieved—being forced into situations every single time.

Ma Yao sneered, "Don’t act like you’re taking the high road after getting the benefits. Go out and shout about how you’re ’disrespected’—see if anyone wouldn’t want this kind of ’disrespect.’ If they don’t punch you to a pulp, I’ll take your surname. This girl truly makes people envy her to the point of speechlessness."

Bai Xiao felt depressed. Oh, heavens.

She was more wronged than Dou E—it really had nothing to do with her.

No matter what, she buried herself in the library. There was too much she needed to cram.

There wasn’t enough time. After discovering another way to unleash her special ability, Bai Xiao began to put immense effort into her studies.

Hugging her books as she headed to the main gates, she remembered she had agreed to meet An Zhiyuan today to go home. Every Friday afternoon, An Zhiyuan would come to pick her up. Now, their married life was truly harmonious. Perhaps it was because being in Modu gave An Zhiyuan more free time than when he was in Yun Province. His administrative work hours of 8 a.m. to 6 p.m. meant fewer separations for the couple, and now the one waiting at home had become An Zhiyuan.

Being alone in an empty house made An Zhiyuan finally understand Bai Xiao’s feelings. Being a soldier’s wife meant enduring loneliness—it wasn’t just talk after all.

Facing an entirely empty room alone brought a suffocating sense of loneliness, as if the silence became unbearable.

Only then did he understand the hardship of military spouses. The most terrifying part was seeing others laugh and enjoy happiness together, while you could only look at your own solitude.

Bai Xiao turned out of the gates and bumped into Zhang Zhaoyuan.

Since the drunken incident last time, they hadn’t crossed paths.

Upon meeting again, Zhang Zhaoyuan looked much thinner. He paused when he saw Bai Xiao.

"Bai Xiao!"

Stopping with her books in hand, Bai Xiao—as much as anything—trusted her own judgment. Zhang Zhaoyuan had dared to post a public apology to clear rumors for her, proving he wasn’t vile to the point of no return.

"Bai Xiao, I’m sorry for what happened last time. I was drunk and caused you trouble. Truly, I’m sorry."

Zhang Zhaoyuan was genuinely apologetic. Bai Xiao’s position and status couldn’t sway his feelings; he had sincerely admired Bai Xiao from the beginning.

But it was clear Bai Xiao really had no interest in him.

He owed her this face-to-face apology.

"Zhang Zhaoyuan, I can’t say I’ll forgive you, because you indeed caused trouble for me. But everything will pass—I believe you’ll meet the girl who’s truly right for you." Bai Xiao smiled lightly, her pale blue coat making her look like a picturesque scene.

"Bai Xiao, have you really gotten married?"

Zhang Zhaoyuan still felt unwilling to accept it. It was hard for him to believe that someone like Bai Xiao was married. At her age, she ought to be enjoying the carefree days of youth, not tied to the image of a married woman. He preferred to think Bai Xiao was using marriage as an excuse to reject him rather than believing she had truly married.

And she had even married a bodyguard—it was difficult for him to picture the rugged man and Bai Xiao together.

Zhang Zhaoyuan’s impression of a bodyguard’s life was rather shallow, largely shaped by his grandfather—a man who barely recognized a word of written characters, was always loud and unreasonable, and spent his life doing nothing but fighting wars. If foot-picking could count as a hobby, that might’ve been his only one.

Bai Xiao—the Bai Xiao he knew—pairing with that kind of bodyguard was truly an unimaginable scene.

"My husband is here to pick me up!"

Bai Xiao pointed at An Zhiyuan, who was standing by the car at a distance. Seeing her chatting with a classmate, An Zhiyuan hadn’t approached to interrupt, though he felt a little uncomfortable. As a man, he could clearly tell this young fellow’s gaze was full of admiration for his wife—and not just him. Bai Xiao probably had plenty of admirers here.

Suddenly, An Zhiyuan realized how wise his decisive choice to marry Bai Xiao had been. Bai Xiao was his wife.

Bai Xiao didn’t notice anything else but did spot An Zhiyuan watching them with a blank expression.

When Zhang Zhaoyuan heard this, he couldn’t help but look up.

At first glance, he saw the tall and handsome man, his eyes bright like stars and his sharp, chiseled features devoid of any expression. However, his gaze passed over Zhang Zhaoyuan and fell on Bai Xiao’s face, where it softened into a gentle smile.

Bai Xiao lifted the corners of her mouth and waved, then turned to bid farewell to him.

"Goodbye! I have to go now."

"Goodbye!"

Zhang Zhaoyuan felt his heart shatter into countless pieces.

Perhaps before, he still clung to a glimmer of hope—maybe if Bai Xiao’s rugged partner proved unworthy of her, then he’d still have a chance. After all, graduates from the Medical College were doctors—noble professionals and elite talents. He considered himself not bad-looking, and in every aspect, excellent.

Maybe one day Bai Xiao would see his merits; without comparison, there wouldn’t be disappointment.

But this one glance shattered his illusions completely.

Where was the rugged man?

This was clearly an extraordinary man. Everything—from his appearance to the way his eyes softened at Bai Xiao—radiated the kind of deep affection men reserve for their beloved. It was like an endless spring breeze melting away coldness.

From the beginning, Zhang Zhaoyuan had lost.

He almost fled the scene, devastated.

What did he have to offer compared to that? This time, he lost completely.

Bai Xiao ran up to An Zhiyuan, who steadied her soft, slightly breathless figure in his large hands. Seeing the smile on her face, he complained, "Why did you run so fast? It’s not like I would vanish!" He wiped her sweat and seemed very pleased at her throwing herself into his arms.

"Second Brother An, you promised to take me to a movie!" It wasn’t often An Zhiyuan got romantic—this time, Bai Xiao wasn’t about to let it slide.

No diversion of topics allowed.

An Zhiyuan stuffed her into the car. "At your service, madam—tickets have already been bought. By the way, who was that guy back there?" He asked, seemingly casually. noveldrama

Bai Xiao pointed at Zhang Zhaoyuan’s fading back. "My classmate."

Could she say he was a classmate who had pursued her?

"Dr. Bai, you’re being quite dishonest!"

An Zhiyuan closed the car door, his expression sour.

Bai Xiao murmured under her breath—this was the first time she had seen An Zhiyuan throw a tantrum.