Li Wuming winced in pain, straightened his back, and felt a warm current welling up in his heart. The tigress was actually quite understanding at times, although the number of times was negligible and her way of expressing herself could be improved, but he was still quite touched.

He's hardly ever been cared for since he was a child; his wife is one of the few exceptions.

“I was never a prodigal son, so there’s no need for me to turn back,” Li Wuming corrected.

This needs to be made clear: twelve years ago, he was living in a daze, but that night he overheard Ji Wuxin and Yin Yu's conversation and learned about his background. It was like a sudden awakening for him, and he started anew.

Ruan Yingzi rolled her eyes, raised her hand, but only swung it halfway before turning it into a kick, saying, "Do you even know what a metaphor is? How can a grown man be so petty, nitpicking over even an idiom?"

Li Wuming rubbed his calves, no longer daring to argue. His education was even worse than his. Was "prodigal son returns" a metaphor? He really didn't know how his son got into university.

Ye Qingqing was too lazy to care about the two flirting. Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see things clearly. She could tell that although Ruan Yingzi was very disdainful and called him a coward and an idiot, she actually cared about Li Wuming quite a bit and her first reaction to anything was to go to him.

Moreover, during this period, Miss Ruan has never mentioned Zhu Zi once. Usually, she acts like a lovesick girl, constantly talking about "my Zhu Zi." Now, when she goes home on weekends, she is very polite to Zhu Zi, unlike before when she would always pester him.

Ye Qingqing thought this was a good thing; Ruan Yingzi and Zhu Zi were simply not going to get together, and it was best to face reality sooner rather than later.

The next morning, Ye Qingqing called Master Liujue. She and Master Liujue had been getting along very well during this time. After taking the health-preserving medicine she had prepared, Master Liujue felt much better and his body felt much lighter. Naturally, he had a very good impression of Ye Qingqing and spoke to her very politely.

Ye Qingqing got straight to the point and asked about Master Daoyi. She was quite lucky; Master Daoyi hadn't moved an inch since the beginning of spring and had been meditating at Dafosi Temple. He had even declined an invitation from Zhenglong Temple in Beijing to give a lecture.

She described Zou Hanqiu's situation, saying, "This Mr. Zou is the most insidious of curses, which can only be broken by a highly accomplished monk. That's when I thought of the Master..."

If it were anyone else, Master Liujue would not have informed him at all and would have refused outright. The master is busy to death every day, how could he have the time to lift the curse for a stranger? But the person who made the request was Ye Qingqing. Master Daoyi had previously instructed that as long as it concerned Ye Qingqing, no matter how small the matter was, it must be reported to him.

Master Liujue went to report back to Master Daoyi.

The master remained silent, his eyes closed, his hand slowly stroking the prayer beads. The young novice beside him, however, was displeased. "Master doesn't have that kind of free time. This Ye Qingqing is really something, always coming to see Master when she's bored."

Master Liujue's eyelids twitched, but he remained silent. Although this young novice was not old, he belonged to the Hui generation, a generation higher than him. How could he dare to refute him?

Master Daoyi lightly rebuked: "Wisdom Mind."

The young novice monk Huixin dared not speak further, but he still felt somewhat indignant. He felt sorry for his master, who was already busy to death every day, and still had to deal with these trivial matters. He only regretted that his Buddhist teachings were too weak to share the burden with his master.

"Let Young Master Ye bring Mr. Zou here. Hmm... come back in three days. It would be best if the couple came together," Master Daoyi said softly.

He would only have half a day of free time three days later. During this time, he was busy chanting scriptures and spreading the power of Buddhism, and his energy was really running low.