Her destiny stolen? The Divine Witch Ancestor has returned!

The analysis of Gu Chen's blood will take one or two days, and Wu Zhao originally planned to stay with Gu Chen in the villa for the next two days.

But guests came to our house the next day.

It was none other than Helan Jue, who had returned with Wu Zhao and the others.

He looked somewhat haggard, with dark circles under his eyes.

He doesn't look like he's had enough rest.

“Miss, he’s come several times already. This time he refuses to leave and insists on seeing you.” Lan Yao handed Wu Zhao a glass of warm water. “Breakfast will be a while, so drink some water to soothe your throat first.”

Helan Jue stared longingly at Wu Zhao, hesitant to speak.

"Oh...your wife contacted you?" Wu Zhao said, holding a cup. "Well...but I can't leave the capital right now."

He Lanjue's face contorted in pain as he clutched his forehead. "I want to ask, do you know... where she is?"

The woman he should have married, but who he hurt deeply.

Where are you now?

Wu Zhao examined his face closely and raised an eyebrow in surprise: "It's quite a coincidence that she's in the capital."

And... he even knows someone he knows?

Turning to Lan Yao, he said, "Call Huo Weiwei and ask where their school's teacher, Ji Weiyu, is now?"

"Yes, Miss." Lan Yao did as she was told and went to make a phone call.

The moment He Lanjue heard that name, his face turned deathly pale.

A tall, imposing man was visibly hunched over on the sofa, his back bent.

He could almost picture a woman in a white dress with long hair standing on the Shenzhen coast, tilting her head and giving him a gentle smile.

"A-Jue, I'm waiting for you."

He Lanjue covered her eyes, concealing the pain in them.

Wu Zhao just stared at him silently, feeling as if the man in front of her was about to shatter.

After a while, Lan Yao leaned over with a complicated expression and whispered something in Wu Zhao's ear.

Helan Jue immediately raised her head, full of expectation: "How is it? Can you... can you find out where she is...?"

After listening to Lan Yao's words, Wu Zhao smiled meaningfully at He Lan Jue: "She is currently... on a blind date."

The man's face contorted for a moment, but then he slumped down in dejection.

“Yes, it’s normal… She’s so good, she should, she should be happy…” He Lanjue closed her eyes, trying to convince herself.

Wu Zhao originally only wanted to put some pressure on Helan Jue, but he didn't expect that the Yin Spirit who had been following Helan Jue would break down first.

In the chilling wind, she saw a pair of scarlet eyes filled with anger and grievance.

...No wonder, her mother is almost not a mother anymore, she would probably go crazy if she couldn't be born.

The spirit glared fiercely at its good-for-nothing father before quickly passing through the wall and leaving.

He Lanjue seemed to sense something, raised her head, and said in a daze, "Why...doesn't it sound like someone called me 'useless father'?"

Am I hallucinating?

Wu Zhao shrugged: "It might not be a hallucination. After all, your son from your previous life has already rushed out aggressively, ready to kill the person who was going to be on a blind date with his mother."

"What?!" Helan Jue suddenly stood up. "No way!"

He turned and rushed outside, completely forgetting that he had no idea where Ji Weiyu was on her blind date.

"Lan Yao, send him the address." Wu Zhao glanced at his back.

"Okay." Lan Yao replied and quickly sent the address to He Lanjue.

Then she asked, "Miss, is it alright to just let him go like this? The person Miss Ji is going on a blind date with is..."

Wu Zhao laughed, a hint of schadenfreude in his voice: "It's alright, nothing will happen."

“He Lanjue is a married man with a high sense of morality. He won’t do anything outrageous before the divorce,” Wu Zhao said calmly. “Although his marriage was forcibly broken and he was paired with someone else, the wounds of a wounded person will never heal.”

He Lanjue did nothing wrong, but Ji Weiyu was utterly innocent.

Wu Zhao didn't want to get involved in other people's love and hate, but he felt a little sad.

"You damned Heavenly Dao... what do you mean by predestined marriage? What have you even determined?"

The mumbled curse was hidden between her lips and teeth, her voice so low that Lan Yao couldn't hear it.

Upstairs in the room, Gu Chen's long eyelashes trembled violently, his gaze vacant.

A faint smile curved her thin, cool lips.

"...He's scolding me again. He seems to be in good spirits."

……

He Lanjue did indeed run out in a panic, but fortunately he quickly realized that he didn't have an address.

The message on his phone arrived promptly, and after seeing it, he quickly hailed a taxi and arrived at the quiet teahouse.

The teahouse is a membership-only establishment and very difficult to join, so Helan Jue had no way of getting in.

They could only stand outside and try to search through the glass and curtains.

The fragrant aroma of tea wafted out, and he soon spotted a familiar figure sitting in a private room, head down, sipping tea.

Across from her sat a handsome young man with a calm expression.

Perhaps his gaze was too intense, for the young man looked over very warily.

It's unclear what he said to Ji Weiyu, but Ji Weiyu looked up at him with some confusion.

When she saw Helan Jue standing outside, her smiling lips froze.

Her face turned pale, and she quickly avoided his gaze.

He Lanjue gave a wry smile and murmured, "...Light rain."

Ji Weiyu smiled apologetically at the person opposite her, her lips trembling, "I'm sorry, I suddenly feel a little unwell."

"It's alright, Miss Ji. Let's call it a day. I'll take you home."

After he finished speaking, he stood up and extended his hand to Ji Weiyu: "If you don't mind?"

He was polite yet courteous, maintaining the perfect distance between them.

Ji Weiyu paused for a moment, then forced a smile: "Okay, thank you, Mr. Wu."

When the two left the tea room, Helan Jue was no longer there.

Looking around with a hint of disappointment, Ji Weiyu lowered her head.

Seeing her expression, Wu Liufeng asked, "Are you looking for someone, Miss Ji?"

His expression remained unchanged, as if he were merely asking a casual question.

However, Ji Weiyu still felt somewhat embarrassed, as if her thoughts had been seen through.

She bit her lip and shook her head: "I'm sorry, Mr. Wu..."

"It's alright, Miss Ji, let's go." Wu Liufeng interrupted her, his gaze subtly sweeping over the corner of the tea room.

Ji Weiyu lowered her eyelids and remained silent.

Just as the two left, Helan Jue emerged from the corner.

A low-key yet luxurious black sedan silently glided past the street corner.

Looking at the eye-catching license plate number, He Lanjue closed her eyes bitterly.

She's met someone better; he should be relieved...

Why hasn't the evil spirit that Wu Zhao mentioned, which is meant to kill, appeared?

……

Wu Liufeng had the driver stop the car in front of a teachers' apartment building. Ji Weiyu thanked him politely and got out of the car.

After considering her words for a moment, she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Wu, thank you so much for taking the time to sit down and chat, and I'm also very grateful to Nini... but I think we're probably not a good match."

Wu Liufeng, who was inside the car, rolled down the window.

"There's no need to keep apologizing, Miss Ji. As her older brother, I should fulfill my promise to Nini. Just consider it a half-day off for myself, so you don't need to be too nervous."

Having understood the meaning behind his words, Ji Weiyu breathed a sigh of relief.

She smiled and said, "That's good. Please give my regards to Nini for me, Mr. Wu. I'll go upstairs now. Goodbye."

Just after Ji Weiyu left, the environment, which had previously been filled with the sounds of wind and people, suddenly became cold and quiet.

The driver's grip on the steering wheel tightened, somewhat surprised: "Young Master, it's—"

Sitting in the car, Wu Liufeng remained expressionless and said to the driver, "We have guests, let's not rush home."

The black, yin energy, mixed with a faint golden light of merit, enveloped the entire vehicle.

To the average person, it would just look like a car had vanished into thin air.

"Hiss—" The person watching from behind a big tree not far from the teachers' apartment gasped and couldn't help but say, "This car swerving in broad daylight, isn't that a bit much..."

Lan Yao glared at Zi Yao, who had spoken up, "Why do you talk so much!"

Wu Zhao sat on a bench behind a tree, closing his eyes as he felt the gradually shrinking yin energy.

Let me see if the current High Priest of the Wu family is qualified to inherit this position.

"Woo-"

The familiar sound of a flute rang in his ears, and Wu Zhao suppressed the heat in his eyes.

She curled her lips into a smile and sighed inwardly.

After three thousand years, this voice is truly unforgettable.

Brother...