Chapter 292: Wanting Your Wife's Late Husband to Witness Your Happiness (3)
Shia could feel the displeasure emanating from the person behind him.
“No.”
He paused, pretending to think.
The person behind him grew annoyed, slightly irritated.
Ella’s figure? It was undoubtedly stunning, but she continued waiting.
“Violet?”
“No.”
“Nia, then?”
“...No.”
“Sistine?”
“Not her either!”
“Don’t tell me it’s Rong?”
A long silence fell behind him.
Shia could clearly sense the mood worsening with every word he said. Yet the corner of his mouth just kept curling higher.
After five seconds, he felt a soft, warm pressure on his head, cradling him into an incredibly plush, cushiony sensation.
A sultry voice finally broke the silence, carrying a hint of complaint.
“If you keep this up, I’ll really get mad… You’ve got one last chance. Guess who I am.”
“Like I wouldn’t know who you are, pulling such childish tricks?”
“Hmph~!”
With a light, playful scoff, the blindfold over Shia’s eyes was pulled away, and his vision returned.
Diana sat down on the lawn, pulling Shia with her as she guided his head to rest on her lap.
“You knew it was me and still said other names just to annoy me?”
“Just having a bit of fun,” Shia said, shrugging.
“It’s rare to see you outside for a walk. What’s got you in such a good mood today?”
Hearing her question, Shia let out a sigh, his expression turning pensive.
Normally, Diana wouldn’t have been too interested, but seeing his unusual reaction piqued her curiosity.
“What’s wrong? Something troubling you?”
“Not really a matter of leisure… More like, I can’t go home.”
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Shia shook his head with a bitter smile.
Diana raised an eyebrow, her intrigue deepening.
“Oh? How so?”
“Did you upset your little girlfriends so badly they kicked you out?”
“Getting kicked out is true, but it’s not my fault!” Shia quickly defended himself.
It wasn’t that he’d done anything wrong—there was simply an unexpected guest at his place, making it impossible to go back.
Though his words were vague, the meaning was clear.
Diana, as the headmistress, quickly pieced together the context, just as Shia had deduced from Nia’s call.
“So, that person’s at your house now, and you can’t go back?”
Diana stroked her chin thoughtfully, her crimson eyes gleaming with amusement.
Shia nodded.
To him, it was a massive problem. To Diana, however, it was nothing.
She draped an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close into her embrace.
“What’s there to worry about?”
“You’re my most promising student, a part of my Seven Shields Academy.”
“As headmistress, it’s only natural for me to protect you.”
Shia looked up at Diana, a mix of hope and gratitude in his eyes.
“You’ll help me?”
Diana nodded.
“Of course. What’s our relationship?”
“With me around, she wouldn’t dare trouble you!”
She lifted her chin slightly, her demeanor full of confidence and pride.
Her red eyes sparkled with a faint excitement.
On one side was a strict, self-righteous woman she couldn’t stand; on the other, her cherished little protégé. The choice was obvious.
As someone who loved stirring the pot, how could she possibly miss such a fun opportunity?
Shia, touched by her reassurance, felt a newfound warmth toward her.
Although Diana was usually unreliable, mischievous, and often treated others like her playthings, she was dependable when it mattered.
Without further delay, the two headed back to Shia’s home together.
Inside, Nia was kneeling before the stern, glasses-wearing elf woman, her long hair cascading across the floor.
Her small frame looked pitiable as she tilted her head up to meet the sharp gaze of the elf.
At the sound of the door, everyone turned simultaneously.
Rong, curled up in the corner and trembling, lit up upon seeing Shia.
But her expression quickly shifted to panic.
Why was Master back?!
Didn’t Nia tell him to stay away?
What now? What if Nia’s aunt bullied Master?
The elf’s sharp gaze zeroed in on Shia the moment he entered.
If looks could kill, Shia would’ve been torn to shreds.
Then, a lazy, sultry voice cut through the tension.
“Oh? Things seem… interesting here.”
Diana’s voluptuous figure appeared in the doorway.
Her long black hair, crimson eyes, and curvaceous silhouette radiated a dominating presence even as she stood casually.
The elf woman’s glare shifted from Shia to Diana, scrutinizing her intently.
Diana, unfazed, slipped off her high heels with ease, her black stocking-clad feet landing softly on the floor as she sauntered into the room.
Every movement exuded an irresistible allure.
The elf’s gaze never left Diana, her expression tightening with apprehension.
One was abstinent, restrained, serious, and cold.
The other was alluring, willful, indulgent, and clingy.
Both were powerful women, yet they stood as polar opposites.
It was the clash of the academy headmistress and the elven Councilor.
In the living room, everyone held their breaths, not daring to make a sound.
Even the slightest movement seemed like it could trigger an explosion.
“What are you doing here?” the elven Councilor broke the silence.
“Why can’t I be here?” Diana replied nonchalantly, now standing directly in front of her.
One stood, one sat.
Though their physical postures contrasted—one looking down, the other looking up—their auras were equally matched.
The atmosphere was suffocatingly heavy.
The tension between them felt almost audible, sparks seemingly flying in the air.
Like the clash of blades, neither backed down.
Then, suddenly, Diana’s face broke into a brilliant smile.
With a twist of her curvy waist, she sat down beside the elven Councilor—albeit at a distance that made her disdain unmistakable.
“Oh, my dear Councilor, after all these years, you still look as uptight as ever.”
“Life is short. Why spend it pretending to be so serious all the time? Isn’t it exhausting?”
The elven Councilor furrowed her brows and shot Diana a cold glare.