Remarriage [Zerg] – Ch 18

The temperamental Doctor Luo didn’t lash out at Wen Ran; he just looked at him with a complex expression as he transformed into a military officer with a rank.

“This world is truly remarkable.”

As Luo Wen contemplated this, he realigned the dislocated bones of his subordinates, all the while grumbling.

“Ahh—”

“Dr. Luo, could you please be more gentle!” The soldier, dissatisfied, scolded Luo Wen, with a hint of resentment lingering in his voice.

Luo Wen snapped back, “Useless zerg, shut your mouth!”

Wen Ran stood expressionless nearby, seemingly detached and indifferent, with the demeanor of an old dog.

In reality, he was staring at the time displayed on the screen.

Fifty-eight…

Fifty-nine…

It’s nineteen hundred hours!

Wen Ran’s previously somber eyes suddenly lit up, and he swiftly headed towards the door.

“Off duty!”

His figure carried a gust of wind that left Luo Wen cursing under his breath.

Outside, the sky was gradually darkening. Wen Ran recalled the schedule in his mind, pleased to find that it hadn’t exceeded Ning’s off-duty time.

He gently rubbed his hand, reminiscing about Ning’s exceptionally gentle demeanor.

Perhaps Ning wasn’t aware that his eyes revealed overflowing possessiveness and affection.

Wen Ran couldn’t help but smile. The last remnants of sunlight in the sky, casting a golden halo around his face, made passing zergs blush.

What a lovely zerg, his wife.

His father had taught him that to win someone over, you had to win their stomach.

And zergs were no exception.

Wen Ran was a man of action. When he had an idea, he acted on it.

He bought groceries from the square, returned home, and got started.

Becoming an excellent heir to the family required mastering various skills, with cooking being of utmost importance to ensure survival when alone.

Ning had delicate health, unable to tolerate oily or spicy food, let alone heavy flavors.

Wen Ran stood with arms crossed, pondering over the array of ingredients. Suddenly, he had an epiphany—soup!

As the last traces of daylight vanished, the warm orange glow of the lamp witnessed the busy activity of the male bug.

Wen Ran stirred the thick soup, tasting it. He felt satisfied with his creation.

Glancing at the digital clock, he noted there were still ten minutes left.

“Ding ding ding—”

The terminal communicator chimed, prompting Wen Ran to wipe his hands and answer the call.

Ning’s figure appeared on the screen, impeccably dressed and composed.

Wen Ran couldn’t help but admire him more, intending to tease him and see him blush.

“Come back early; I’ve made soup.”

Unexpectedly, Ning paused for a moment upon hearing this, then calmly informed Wen Ran that he would be returning home later than usual and was hoping his master would understand.

Wen Ran’s inner thoughts: ?!

Ning relaxed his slightly sweaty hands, looking at Wen Ran with a somewhat absent-minded expression, feeling a pang of unease.

He had been testing his master all along, despite his affection.

Wen Ran placed the ladle back into the pot, maintaining his gentle and indifferent demeanor.

“Okay, you’re busy.”

Without waiting for Ning’s response, Wen Ran pressed the end call button.

Wen Ran stared at the steaming soup, recalling Ning’s evasive gaze during their conversation.

His hesitant female monarch…

The soup in the pot was stirred again.

Ning, you’re a three year old!

The soup in the pot was stirred again.

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In the pitch-black night, the towering buildings resembled monstrous beasts lurking in the darkness, devouring countless lost souls.

The empty office, illuminated by cold white light, cast shadows of the zerg sitting motionless, attentive but unnoticeable.

Ning stared at the communicator, his eyes red, almost as if tears were about to spill. His already pale lips were tightly pressed together.

He glanced at the bottle of medicine in his hand. Should he wait a bit longer?

Just a few more days, and he could bring the same joy to his master as other zerg.

This belief, known only to him, sustained the broken zerg.

But it didn’t seem so sturdy. The silhouette on the floor trembled imperceptibly, and the smooth white hair slid down his neck in a dejected manner.

In the endless silence, like ice from the boundless sea, the jagged edges pricked him with a dull ache.

In the haze, something lifted him up, bringing warmth and comfort.

He tried to lift his head to see, but his head throbbed, and darkness engulfed his vision.

A hand, chilly with the night’s chill, covered his slightly swollen eyes, enveloping him in familiar pheromones.

Ning clamped his lips tightly, feeling a sourness in his heart, as if a red-hot iron was being forced down his throat, rendering him speechless.

The two of them remained in each other’s embrace, silent.

Wen Ran gently covered Ning’s eyes with one hand, lifting him up with the other, swaying as he walked, as if coaxing a pup.

Ning, barely conscious, instinctively clung to Wen Ran’s neck, pressing himself closer.

“Master, I want to lay eggs for you.”

His voice choked with emotions and longing.

Wen Ran listened, his movements slowing for a moment as he approached the sofa, but quickly recovered, seating Ning on his lap.

Ning seemed uncomfortable with the gesture, his mind not quite clear as he clutched onto the bug in front of him.

Wen Ran’s gaze darkened, and he gently kissed Ning’s nape, while the bug in his arms complied, behaving remarkably well.

“Open your mouth.”

His voice carried a husky allure.

Ning watched as Wen Ran approached, unable to resist parting his lips, revealing a hint of a tempting pink tongue.

And then, Ning was fed a mouthful of delicious and fragrant bone broth!

Wen Ran watched as Ning’s adam’s apple bobbed slightly, then smiled contentedly.

“How is it? Delicious?”

Ning’s expression was momentarily blank, he stared at his smiling master with a complicated face, holding a jade-white bowl in one hand and a soup spoon in the other, about to feed him the next bite.

A small thermos cup of soup, two small porcelain bowls, one zerg feeds, the other opens its mouth and swallows, just like that the soup is quickly finished.

Satisfied with Ning’s reaction, Wen Ran gently caressed his chin, looking thoroughly pleased.

As Ning lay dazed in his master’s arms, allowing Wen Ran to massage his stomach to aid digestion, he felt like he was forgetting something. Ah yes, laying eggs!

Ning gently pushed away Wen Ran’s arm, signaling him to reduce the pheromones. He needed to talk.

But then, he noticed something on the office desk—a bottle of medicine placed discreetly.

Ning hesitated, deciding to wait a bit longer.

Wen Ran lowered his head, inquiring about Ning’s thoughts. Ning snapped back to reality, smiling at Wen Ran.

“Master, did you go to the military headquarters today?”

Wen Ran, realizing he had forgotten this important detail, retrieved a medal from his pocket and handed it to Ning, his smile growing wider.

Ning examined the medal, recognizing its significance despite his lack of military experience.

His master had risen to the rank of General in a short time. Ning looked up at Wen Ran, then back at the medal, his expression a mix of disbelief and admiration.

Wen Ran chuckled, gently reminding, “I served in the military before.”

Oh, right. His master had come straight from the battlefield to be matched with him.

Wen Ran pinned the medal to Ning’s white shirt, the golden insignia shining against the white fabric like a rose in full bloom.

“Ning, you’ll be by my side.”

Ning held the golden medal, a symbol of honor, against his chest, his eyes welling up with tears of happiness.

His master was not like other bugs; he was a soaring eagle, meant to roam the vast skies and seas. Ning’s eyes sparkled with tears, but his smile was radiant.

“Master, thank you for the soup.”

Just those few words contained a world of emotions.

The author has something to say:

Haha, I’m late again (craziness ensues).

Hit me, hit me, kill me. (Hands clasped together)