Remarriage [Zerg] – Ch 11

In the hospital room, two zerg confronted each other, with a tense atmosphere prevailing. The zerg displayed on the screen attracted some attention.

He was dressed in a pristine white suit, tailored to accentuate the slender waist of a female. Their delicate facial features appeared indifferent and aloof, akin to a lofty white rose, beautiful and noble yet untouchable.

“Isn’t that Alles Ning, the Celestial zerg?” A low whisper of surprise caught the attention of Wen Ran and Augustus.

Wen Ran gently shook off Augustus’s hand and approached the screen to get a better look at the zerg.

Ning walked gracefully and swiftly to the podium.

He smoothed the strands of hair falling on his shoulders and flashed a heavy smile at the camera, nodding slightly.

Then, the flashbulbs kept flashing, and reporters’ questions surged towards Ning like waves.

“Lord Alles, have you remarried?”

“If you have remarried, why keep it a secret?”

“Is your reluctance to disclose due to the low rank of your male zerg, or did you hastily pick any male to fulfill the promise of a trial?”

“A few days ago, why did you go to the Colosseum? And who rescued you?”

The reporters’ voices were loud, their questions sharp and piercing, showing no regard for Ning’s dignity.

Wen Ran watched silently, fingertips rubbing the stylus, his eyes like bottomless abysses.

Ning seemed unaffected, maintaining a composed smile throughout. His gaze shifted to the reporters, the smile on his face replaced by endless indifference.

He raised his hand and removed his glove, revealing his slender, bony hand, its perpetual paleness not drawing attention. Instead, the focus was on the ring adorning his ring finger.

Like rose branches, it gently twined around Ning’s fingertip, thorns transformed into diamonds, adorning the delicate band.

Ning lowered his gaze to the wedding ring given to him by Wen Ran on their wedding night, a hint of genuine affection in the corner of his mouth.

“I believe; besides the disastrous trial, I have no obligation to disclose my marital status to you.”

Ning looked up, staring at the group of reporters, the smile gone, replaced by boundless indifference.

“However, sharing is a virtue I happen to possess.”

“I have married Lord Wen Ran, and have no further relationship with Lord Augustus.”

“The one who rescued me from the arena was my male master. There is no need to delve deeper into this matter.”

“As for ranks, I believe you need not concern yourselves.”

Ning’s gaze fixed accurately on the journalist who asked the question, his icy stare causing the reporter to involuntarily step back.

Meanwhile, a photo of a male zerg gradually appeared on the screen—black hair, black eyes, handsome features—it could only be Wen Ran.

In an instant, Wen Ran felt dozens of eyes on him again, full of curious inquiry.

But Wen Ran paid no mind. He realized only now why Ning had been unusually proactive last night.

Was he afraid of making him angry?

Wen Ran looked at the thin, weak figure of the bug on the screen and suddenly felt a pang of heartache, as if wanting to hold the him in his arms.

The subsequent questions seemed unimportant. The content of the news bulletin quickly shifted to other hot topics.

“Bang!”

The sound of a water glass falling to the ground was particularly loud for some reason.

Wen Ran instinctively looked over and raised an eyebrow. It was Augustus.

Augustus still wore the same gentle face, but the stiffness in his expression seemed to betray something.

“Wen Ran, you’re Ning’s new male master!?” The tone was surprised, emphasizing “new,” as if he really didn’t know anything.

“Although Ning is arrogant and willful, we were once the closest of relationships. Please treat him well!”

Wen Ran turned around, arms crossed, looking calmly at the zerg acting in front of him.

While the zerg civilization was technologically advanced and culturally superior to most races in the leading star systems, it still held deeply entrenched feudalistic views and legends from the ancient blue star.

Ning’s divorce and remarriage were already considered oddities among this group of zerg, and Augustus’s disregard for Ning, repeatedly picking at old wounds, only made matters worse.

For a moment, murmurs arose again.

With Augustus’s increasing smugness, his ugly face resembled that of a demon from hell.

Wen Ran narrowed his eyes, snapping the stylus in his hand. Suddenly, he felt it didn’t matter how many more years he served.

He raised his hand, punching August, knocking him to the ground. Then, grabbing the zerg’s collar, he stared coldly at the astonished Augustus.

“What did you just say? I didn’t hear you clearly.” His voice was cold, sending shivers down the zerg’s spine.

Augustus, as an esteemed A-level zerg, had never been treated like this before. Hearing Wen Ran’s words, he snapped out of his shock, ignoring the pain from his body, and hurriedly called for his female attendants to come and rescue him.

Naturally, Wen Ran wouldn’t give him the chance. He grabbed the zerg’s arm, twisted it, and forced him to the ground, before stepping on him.

“Ahhhhh!”

The zerg’s screams were deafening, even causing discomfort to the military females present.

Wen Ran looked up, his voice suddenly loud, his tone as cold as ice, sending chills down the zergs’ spines.

“I dare you to try!”

With the sound of Wen Ran’s voice rising sharply, his tone filled with ice chips, panic seized the zergs’ hearts.

The feet in military boots continued to exert pressure on Augustus’s back, forcing him to curl up, his bones crunching loudly.

The effect was apparent—none of the females dared to approach.

Wen Ran then calmly looked down at him, his stern face appearing like a demon from hell to Augustus.

“Wen…Ran, you… how dare you… ugh… I am a high-ranking male…”

Before he could finish his sentence, Wen Ran applied more force.

“Ahhh… I… I was wrong… I won’t dare… Please spare me… ugh…”

Wen Ran looked at the zerg beneath him, feeling a sense of absurdity rising from within. This was the nature of males—greedy yet incompetent, cruel yet selfish.

He began to feel sorry for Ning once again.

“Wen Ran, stop!”

It was Luo Wen.

He hurried over, pulling Wen Ran behind him.

“What are you fools standing around for? Go check on your male master!”

Only then did the female attendants dare to approach, carrying the unconscious Augustus to the Empire’s top hospital.

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Smack!

The sound of a folder hitting the table was unusually loud in the medical room, indicating the owner’s… displeasure?

Wen Ran looked at Luo Wen, who was smiling unusually happily, feeling a bit worried that he might have been angered.

Perhaps his concern was too obvious, as Luo Wen coughed lightly, attempting to conceal it.

“Dr. Luo Wen, aren’t you angry?”

“Angry? Why would I be, Your Excellency?”

Wen Ran heard the title and looked at Luo Wen unexpectedly. Something didn’t seem right.

“Your Excellency, there’s no need to look at me like that. You’re protective of the reputation of your female monarch, no matter the pretext, and for that, I am grateful.”

Wen Ran couldn’t help but smile, the gloom in his heart dissipating slightly.

“My female monarch is exceptional, and it’s my duty to protect her.”