【Interstellar Contract Magician】Ruyuanke

Chapter 364 [Empire] The Growth of Little White Dog

After school that afternoon, I saw a hovercar outside the school gate. Its body was as low-key and elegant as ever. I stopped in surprise. Without a second thought, I knew it was Wen Ya.

Sure enough, the car window slowly rolled down, revealing his profile, still as calm and composed as ever. He turned his head slightly to look at me, a gentle smile on his lips: "What are you staring at? Get in the car."

I walked over, opened the car door, and got in the passenger seat. A comfortable breeze of cool air washed over me, instantly dispelling the heat from my body. I glanced at him and casually asked, "Why did you come to pick me up so suddenly? And why did you drive a car?"

Wen Ya looked ahead intently, started the hovercraft, and spoke in a relaxed yet matter-of-fact tone, "Mr. Shan Qi hasn't been with you recently, and I can't let you run around alone. Isn't it normal for me to pick you up from school and take care of your life?"

"You talk like I'm born to be watched." I shook my head helplessly, but the corners of my mouth couldn't help but rise, with a hint of ridicule in my tone.

"Don't you need it?" He glanced at me, his tone a little teasing, "Don't forget, you're a student who just came back after being absent for several days. If no one is watching over you, who knows where you'll end up."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, you're right, Mr. Nanny."

Wen Ya didn't respond, but simply smiled softly, her movements still graceful and composed. The sunlight streamed through the car window onto his profile, softening his features.

In fact, ever since he knew Shan Qi wasn't around, he'd "naturally" taken on the role of a nanny again, taking meticulous care of me. He'd make time to prepare meals, make sure I got to school on time, and patiently put me to sleep at night. Every one of his actions filled me with both heartwarming and complex emotions.

The car was moving smoothly along the road. I leaned back in my seat and looked out the window at the scenery outside. The streets were bustling with people, and everything was as familiar as usual. I turned to look at Wen Ya and suddenly asked, "Don't you find it troublesome to take care of me like this every day?"

Wen Ya was slightly stunned, then smiled, her voice soft but firm: "Why would it be troublesome? As long as you live well, what does it matter if I do all this?"

His tone was light, but it sent a shiver through my heart. I didn't reply, only looking down at the laptop in my hand, a wave of mixed emotions welling up inside me.

Wen Ya's companionship is always so warm that it's hard to refuse. Even though every bit of his care seems natural, I know his dedication isn't entirely unconditional. How should I respond to his kindness? Can I even bear it?

The hover car was moving steadily, but my thoughts were drifting further and further away.

"Wen Ya, why are you going to the mission hall? Are you also a mercenary?" I asked softly.

Wen Ya was slightly startled, his eyes still focused on the car ahead, but his expression changed slightly. He didn't answer immediately, but pondered for a moment before speaking softly, "Why do you ask?"

"Because you said you saw my name in the mission hall." I tilted my head slightly to look at him, a hint of tentativeness in my tone, "That's usually where mercenaries, merchants, or mission clients go. You went there... why?"

He chuckled softly, his eyes carrying a hint of meaning: "As you wish, you are really becoming more and more curious about me."

"Yeah," I continued, my tone steady. "You don't look like someone who would go to that kind of place, but not only did you go, you also know about my mission. I have to ask for clarification."

Wen Ya was silent for a moment, seemingly gathering his thoughts. After a long pause, he spoke softly, "I'm not a mercenary, but I do occasionally come across related matters. The mission hall isn't just a place where mercenaries and clients trade information; it's also a place for all kinds of intelligence exchange. Sometimes I need to go there to learn about situations and confirm certain things."

"Confirm what?" I asked, with a hint of curiosity in my tone.

Wen Ya glanced at me, a faint smile on her lips: "Make sure you are okay."

I was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say.

He continued, his tone softening, "Although you always appear strong, I know your mission isn't easy. Seeing your name on the leaderboard makes me happy and proud. But at the same time, I'm also worried—worried about whether you'll try too hard, worried about whether you'll... run into danger."

My heart trembled slightly, and I pursed my lips and whispered, "So you went to the mission hall to... pay attention to me?"

Wen Ya nodded gently, her face still with that gentle expression: "Not exactly. I have my own things to do, but since I'm going there, I will naturally keep an eye on you. Don't worry, I'm not following you, I just want to make sure you're okay."

When I heard this, a complex emotion arose in my heart, a little touched and a little helpless.

"Wen Ya..." I whispered, wanting to say something but not knowing how to express it.

"Hmm?" He glanced sideways at me, his eyes filled with gentle concern. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." I shook my head and smiled easily. "I just feel that having a nanny like you really makes me worry less."

He laughed and shook his head gently, his tone full of pampering: "Then continue to worry."

The car was completely silent, with only the gentle hum of the hovercraft echoing in my ears. Outside the window, light and shadows flickered, and I leaned back in my seat, gazing at his calm and gentle profile.

I leaned back in my seat, watching Wen Ya's profile as she focused on driving, and memories of the past surfaced in my mind. The handmade little white dog stuffed animal he gave me is the softest gift I can remember. It was so fluffy, and holding it in my hands always made me feel warm and secure.

I used to think of Wen Ya as that little white doll—soft, delicate, and irresistibly dependent. Whether it was his gentle, meticulous cooking, his patient soothing when lulling me to sleep, or even the small gifts he casually prepared, they all felt like a silent guardian. He was a touch of warmth in my life, someone who comforted me no matter how turbulent I became.

But now, I gradually realized that Wen Ya was no longer the soft-hearted person who only cared about me. He was still warm and had a soft temperament that made people feel at ease, but his heart had long since become very solid and strong.

From the way he took care of my life time and time again, I could feel his determination and sense of responsibility; from the way he calmly went to the mission hall to check on my safety, I could read his care and decisiveness; from his seemingly gentle eyes, I could even see some hidden strength that I had never noticed before.

Wen Ya has grown into another person, a person who is still warm, but strong enough. He is no longer just the little white dog doll that I rely on, he is a person who can truly support himself and others.

This kind of growth makes me feel both emotional and a little uneasy. Because I know that I can't always be the only one he protects. I should also learn to grow up, learn to take on responsibilities, and learn to become someone he can rely on.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice brought me back to reality.

I raised my head, looked at his gentle smile, and shook my head: "Nothing, I just suddenly thought... You are really amazing."

He smiled faintly, as if he had heard a funny comment: "I'm awesome? It's not common for you to praise me like that."

"Yeah." I nodded, my tone serious. "You used to be like that little white dog doll, so soft. You're still warm now, but there's something more... that makes me feel reliable."

Wen Ya was stunned for a moment, then revealed a helpless yet doting smile: "Your metaphor is really..."

"What? Doesn't it look like it?" I asked half-jokingly, with the corners of my mouth unable to help but rise.

He chuckled and shook his head. "It doesn't look like a doll, but more like... well, maybe more like a tree. The kind that can shelter you from the wind and rain."

I was stunned for a moment, then whispered, "That's good, at least this tree makes me feel at ease."

Wen Ya smiled and glanced at me, a tenderness in her eyes that was hard to ignore. He didn't say anything else. The car was completely silent, with only the sound of our breathing and the gradually shifting light and shadows from the outside world.