Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All-Chapter 831: Breakfast

Ou Lin grinned proudly. "What do you think? You can touch them if you want."

She looked tempted, very tempted.

But she hesitated.

So he gently reached for her hand, brought it forward, and placed it on his abs.

Qiao Li felt her cheeks burn. Her fingers twitched.

"They’re real," she mumbled, almost to herself.

He laughed softly. "Told you I’ve been working out."

"Why...?" she asked, still lightly touching his stomach.

Ou Lin looked at her gently. "Because I knew one day... you’d look at me again like this."

Qiao Li’s heart did a weird little flip.

But she quickly pulled her hand back and cleared her throat. "Alright, abs-boy. That’s enough."

Ou Lin shrugged and grabbed his hoodie again, still smiling.

"Just say the word," he whispered, "and I’ll model for your entire camera roll."

For the next few days, Ou Lin went full-on Romeo mode.

He woke up early every morning and made breakfast for Qiao Li. He would pack her favorite dumplings, fresh fruits, and even cute little notes like: "Have a sweet day, my sunshine :)"

At lunch, he’d show up near the courtyard with her lunchbox, waving it like a proud chef. "Qiao Li! Your lunch is here. Hot and tasty!"

By dinner, he was already waiting outside her classroom door, holding a warm thermos of soup and a shy smile. "You skipped snacks again today. Tsk tsk. Don’t make me report you to the Hunger Police."

Every single day.

Not only that, he brought her roses and chocolates. Once, he even showed up with a whole bouquet shaped like a cat. "Because you always make that angry kitten face," he had said, grinning.

Qiao Li stayed quiet through all of it.

Inside, her heart twitched a little. But she didn’t show it. Not even once.

He also started taking care of her little things—getting her favorite snacks, surprising her with new hair ties, or secretly switching her broken pen with a new one before class even started. He even got her favorite brand of soda delivered to the vending machine.

"Ou Lin’s going full boyfriend mode," Yoyo whispered one day, watching him clean Qiao Li’s desk before class.

"And yet..." Qiao Li muttered, "...he still hasn’t said why he left me alone for ten years."

The students started noticing. A LOT.

In the classroom:

"Why does Professor Ou only call on Qiao Li to answer questions?" one boy whispered.

"And why does he ignore the rest of us?" another grumbled. "I asked him to review my project, and he said he was busy. Then he spent twenty minutes talking to Qiao Li about HER paper!"

It got worse.

One afternoon, three boys tried to walk Qiao Li out after class.

"Hey, Qiao Li," one said. "Wanna grab a drink with us?"

Before Qiao Li could say anything, Ou Lin walked in and frowned. "Students, this is not the time for social hangouts. Please focus on your future, not on foolish things like dating."

The boys blinked.

"But sir—"

"No excuses. Don’t waste Qiao Li’s time either. She’s working hard. She doesn’t need distractions."

Once the boys left, he turned to Qiao Li and smiled like nothing happened. "Want me to walk you home?"

Qiao Li stared at him. "You just said no dating during study time."

He winked. "That rule doesn’t apply to me."

"Double standard much?" she muttered, walking past him.

The boys in class were boiling.

"This is unfair," one complained loudly. "If we flirt, we get lectures. But he flirts with Qiao Li every day like it’s normal."

"I tried to sit next to her last week. He made me switch seats!" another added.

One boy stood up in frustration. "We’re done for. The boss is in love with the queen. We’re all just background characters now."

The girls, meanwhile, were swooning.

"Professor Ou is soooo romantic!" one girl whispered.

"Did you see how he gave her that necklace yesterday?" another said. "He totally loves her!"

"Ugh," one of the guys groaned, resting his head on the desk. "How can we beat this guy? He’s got brains, looks, and muscles. Even the abs. I heard he has abs."

Qiao Li just stayed quiet through it all. She didn’t stop him. But she didn’t encourage him either.

Inside, she felt a storm.

She knew now—Ou Lin did have feelings for her. Not because he couldn’t bear seeing her with someone else. But because he finally realized she mattered. That she was worth everything.

But still...

Why didn’t he say anything for ten years?

Why did he decide for her that it was better to let go?

Who gave him that right?

She had suffered. Cried. Waited.

And he had stayed silent.

So no, a few weeks of breakfast and roses wouldn’t fix everything.

Even though her heart fluttered when she saw him, she didn’t let him see it.

Soon, one month passed.

The deadline set by Ou Lin’s father was nearing.

Qiao Li began to feel restless. At night, she couldn’t sleep. She would think: "Will he leave now? Will he go back to being cold and distant?"

Her hand would hover over her phone, wondering if she should ask him.

But she didn’t.

"If he leaves... it means he wasn’t serious," she whispered to herself one night. "If he stays... maybe I’ll believe him."

Meanwhile, Ou Lin was panicking.

One week left.

Only seven days before he had to go back to the company. Back to that strict suit-and-tie life.

Back to the place where he wouldn’t be able to see Qiao Li all day, every day.

He didn’t want that.

Not after watching her laugh again.

Not after seeing her smile—soft and rare, like sunshine after rain.

He didn’t want some other guy sitting next to her in class.

He didn’t want her walking home with someone else.

Every time a boy looked at her, his fists itched. He even gave three boys detention just for "talking too loud" when they were actually whispering about Qiao Li’s new haircut.

Yoyo had noticed.

"Professor Ou," she said one afternoon, "are you planning to scare off every male student in class?"

"Only the dumb ones," he replied calmly.

She rolled her eyes. "You know Qiao Li isn’t a toy, right? You can’t just put her on a shelf and glare at anyone who tries to touch."

"I know," he said quietly. "That’s why I’m trying so hard to prove I’m not one of those dumb guys."

The final week was now ticking down.

Six days.

Five.

Each morning, Ou Lin’s smile got a little more nervous. His jokes a little more awkward. His gifts even sweeter.

But Qiao Li still said nothing.

Her silence was his punishment.

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Only two days were left.

Ou Lin sat alone in his car that morning, sipping his coffee, but his mind wasn’t on the taste. He stared through the windshield and sighed.

"One month really isn’t enough," he muttered to himself.

He wasn’t surprised that Qiao Li still hadn’t forgiven him. Honestly, he felt proud of her. If she had forgiven him too quickly, he might have worried. She would’ve seemed too soft, too easily swayed.

But this Qiao Li? The one who looked at him with cold eyes and tight lips, even when he did everything he could think of?

She was strong.

And somehow, that made him love her even more.

"If it takes ten years," he said softly, "I’ll still wait. I deserve every second of it."

Just like every day, he walked into the classroom with confidence. His shirt was perfectly pressed, and he carried a small thermal bag—inside it was Qiao Li’s favorite breakfast: sesame pancakes, soy milk, and a little strawberry mochi.

As usual, the class got quiet when he walked in. Some boys rolled their eyes. The girls giggled. But today, something was... different.

Someone gasped loudly.

Ou Lin blinked, thinking it was probably the same freshman who always admired him from afar. But then, a new voice rose.

"Professor Ou!" a girl said excitedly. "You’re seriously so handsome! Can I have your number?"

The entire class turned.

It was a girl sitting near the front row. She had curly blonde hair tied with shiny clips, bright pink lipstick, and a big fake smile.

Ou Lin’s smile disappeared. His eyes turned cold.

He knew that girl.

Her name was Lin Meimei.

She wasn’t just any student—she was someone who had always had problems with Qiao Li. She’d made fun of her for being rich, accused her of having everything handed to her.

Once, she had even said in front of others, "Girls like Qiao Li only succeed because of money. People like me have to work ten times harder."

But the truth was—Qiao Li never showed off. Never looked down on anyone.

So Ou Lin never understood why Lin Meimei hated her so much.

And now, she was trying to flirt with him?

He didn’t answer. He didn’t even look at Meimei again.

Instead, he walked over to Qiao Li’s desk like nothing happened.

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