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Fan Qingbo tossed the towel she had used to wipe herself onto the floor, considering herself done. She pulled the blanket over herself and crawled inside, ready to sleep.

"My wife, my wife."

"What now?"

Is something bothering you?

"...Excuse me, sir, did you travel back in time two quarters of an hour? You've already said those lines!"

To stop him from reading the rest of the long passage, Fan Qingbo quickly moved on to the next question: "The house is fine, so which eye of yours saw that I was unhappy?!"

The scholar cast a disappointed glance his way and said wistfully, "My lady, you're so perfunctory..."

That look in his eyes was so intense it made my heart race and my blood boil. Without a word, Fan Qingbo grabbed a pillow and pounced on him. "Dare you ask for more, you bastard! You think I'm being perfunctory? Are you going to try to slap me in eight languages or what? I'll suffocate you with a mouthful of salt water or smother you with this pillow!!!"

As it turns out, the scholar truly had an indestructible constitution. In the ensuing chaos, due to his passive resistance, Fan Qingbo was the first to fall asleep.

Even in her sleep, she had a furrowed brow, her cheeks flushed from exercise, and tiny beads of sweat on the sides of her nose. Her breathing was soft, making her look like an adorable little animal.

His wife still prefers to keep things to herself. So what place does he really hold in her heart? Her unusually proactive advances today surprised even him, stemming from his own unease. He'd always known she didn't reciprocate his feelings for her; it was just that she seemed quite infatuated with his body, which was why his sudden lack of interest in sex made him inexplicably anxious.

He hoped her attention was on him, and even if he didn't know what she was thinking, he hoped she would keep looking at him.

He raised his hand and gently massaged her brow, untying the knot. A smile lingered on his face, yet tinged with bitterness. He pulled her into his arms, pressing his hand against her hairline, and closed his eyes, murmuring, "That cunning boy, he won't speak to me. Because of you, I cannot find peace..."

The next day, Fan Qingbo was awakened by Fan Bing's knocking on the door.

The sun was high in the sky when the sound of students reciting their lessons drifted from the neighboring academy. Fan Qingbo had been feeling sleepy for the past few days, and today it seemed even worse. Groggy, she dressed, rubbed her head, got out of bed, opened the door, stepped aside, and asked between yawns, "What time is it?"

"It's three-quarters past 9:40, Master." Fan Bing placed the mouthwash, face wash, and towel on the shelf, then turned back to serve breakfast.

"Oh." Fan Qingbo was still a little confused.

Fan Bing added, "The new book is going on sale today, Master, you need to go open the shop at 4:45 AM."

"Oh." Fan Qingbo spat out the mouthwash, gave a casual reply, and then picked up a towel to wipe her face. She lazily opened her eyes, but was startled when Fan Bing suddenly appeared in front of her. She dropped the towel, and most of her sleepiness vanished. "You scared your father to death!"

Fan Bing's face was pinched and pushed far away. Even though his eyes, nose, and mouth were all crooked, he still dutifully reminded him.

"Master, the shop is supposed to open at 7:45 AM, but it's already 9:00 AM, which means you're an hour late. The customers who've been lining up since the fourth watch of the night at the entrance of Huanxitian are already plotting to chip in and have someone kill you. Luckily, there are a lot of martial arts practitioners in the city lately, and there are tons of people looking to make extra money. Murder and robbery are dirt cheap..."

"ah--"

With a piercing scream, Fan Bing's vision blurred, and Fan Qingbo was gone, along with two missing buns from the table.

She blinked, her eyes brimming with adoration, almost bursting forth, "Master is so amazing! Master is so mighty!"

After basking in his own bliss for a while, he suddenly remembered—"Master! It's dangerous outside!!! Murder and robbery are cheap as cabbage!!!"

Fan Bing chased after him and saw someone rushing out of the academy across the street, shouting, "Wife, how could you go out with your hair down!"

Under the bright, clear sky, neither of them could use their lightness skills—one had crippled his own martial arts, and the other concealed his—so they could only run. Thus, in the middle of the morning, a thrilling and suspenseful scene unfolded on the streets of the imperial city: a woman with disheveled hair ran wildly, followed closely by two men, one holding a comb and the other a plate. The woman's screams were piercing, and the man's screams—were even more piercing.

Is it a chase? Or a pursuit? A love triangle? A man delivering food sees another man combing a woman's hair and realizes she's two-timing him? Or is it simply one of the many ghost stories that have been circulating in July? Stay tuned for the next episode of "Exploring Metaphysics".

After writing the last word, the amateur investigator of the metaphysics column at Xiaoyao Tea House put away his notebook and returned to the tea house with satisfaction.

On the other side, Fan Qingbo unleashed his inner power, even leaving the two experts behind, and finally arrived at his destination in the shortest possible time. From afar, he could sense the overwhelming resentment emanating from within a five-meter radius of Huanxi Tian.

Fan Qingbo grabbed a handful of dust and slapped it on his face, then changed his expression and walked forward.

"Here he comes! Manager Fan is here!"

Someone shouted this, and everyone turned around sharply, their faces full of murderous intent, but they froze the moment they saw Fan Qingbo.