"Dress code violation! Totally unacceptable! Go back and do two hundred push-ups!"

"Yes, ma'am!!"

"You! Sloppy behavior—run fifteen laps around the sports field!"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"And you! Why keep staring at my legs?"

"'Cause, big sis, you've got an amazing figure!"

"Just go die already!!"

Today, a new voice unexpectedly cut through the train station's bustle. At first, it was melodious—but then shifted to a stern, queen-like authority.

Every security guard got scolded, accepting the harsh punishments without a word.

Her rank was simply too high........

The crisp clatter of high heels echoed on the floor. Long, elegant legs strode down the corridor, quickening pace. Black thigh-high stockings paired with a short skirt hugged her frame. Her slender waist twisted subtly as she walked, hips swaying gently.

Her body curved into a perfect silhouette. Beneath a white shirt, her chest hinted at the lingerie underneath—the true culprit of this allure.

Bathed in sunlight, this enchanting figure tilted her head back, sweeping aside vibrant silver hair. A trace of deep green at the tips added a unique charm.

"So this is the city? Eira, what kind of man is your husband?"

She pushed up her sunglasses. Sunlight revealed eyes matching Eira's exactly—except for a fang mark on her left iris.

......................

"Well, basically, no one can stay at our place today."

"So, teacher, why?"

"Yunhu Li, don't ask so many questions. Every family has its own troubles."

Zeming nodded casually, lost in his own thoughts.

Evelith didn't care much—this kid was just gaming, nothing more.

"Hmm, anyway, why did your whole family show up?"

In class today, besides the two regular students, a quiet little girl sat beside Evelith, watching her play.

Since she was well-behaved, they ignored her for now. Rumor said she was Zeming's daughter.

Most striking was the stunning beauty in the back row: silver hair, tall frame, sitting like a silent statue.

Zeming's wife—and the girl's mother.

Damn that Zeming! No relation to me!!

"Hey, that weird look—you're thinking, 'Am I really married?'"

"Hmm!"

"You brat, you're agreeing?!"

He reached for a chalkboard eraser to throw—but Eira coughed sharply behind him, glaring sternly.

".........Class starts now. No talking. Listen up."

Uncharacteristically, Zeming pulled out his textbook, launching into the lesson.

Time slipped by—meanwhile.........

"No one?"

The woman frowned at Eira's apartment door. She'd knocked for a full hour with no reply.

"Then I'll go to her husband's workplace."

She opened her phone, typed "Zeming" into a search app, and got an instant result.

[Future Academy, ordinary teaching staff]

"Surprisingly ordinary."

A navigation route popped up, pointing straight to Zeming's job.