Remarriage [Zerg] – Ch 5

In the dead of night, behind closed curtains, the sound of heartbeats echoed, as the Imperial Public Opinion Center quietly swelled in prominence, while Augustus was confined within the infirmary, appearing uncomfortable with bruises on his skin.

A doctor stood by, coldly observing. As a private doctor, he knew well the nature of this particular male zerg and saw no reason for sympathy.

[Shocking! Just announced divorcee Alles Ning spotted privately meeting a strange male zerg in the Colosseum, suspected to be a high-ranking male zerg. Former male master severely abused!!!]

Due to the Colosseum’s reputation concerning various zergs, information was highly guarded. The Imperial Gazette only released a blurry silhouette image.

In the image, the male zerg had an elegant and uncommonly tall figure, with shattered glass casting perfect contours, stunningly beautiful.

In the Imperial Forum, females, driven by curiosity, frantically searched for this mysterious male zerg, but he was nowhere to be found.

Watching his mate preparing food with a serious expression, Wen Ran sighed inwardly.

Where was his delicate, crying wife?

But considering Ning’s status, it made sense.

Wen Ran stepped into the kitchen, naturally embracing Ning’s waist, resting his chin on Ning’s shoulder, glancing at the delicate neck with faint blushes.

Ning lowered his eyes, concealing a myriad of emotions, allowing the male to lean against him silently. Male zerg didn’t like being approached first.

Watching Ning handling ingredients, Wen Ran pondered for a moment. “What are you making?”

Upon hearing Wen Ran’s question, Ning subconsciously turned around, his azure eyes rippling, looking up at Wen Ran. “It’s the meat of a mutant beast, master.”

“Do you need help?” Wen Ran offered.

“No need, my lord, I can manage,” Ning replied in an official tone, extinguishing any ambiguity that arose from their proximity.

Wen Ran smiled wryly, but he was glad Ning didn’t wear the same flattering expression as last night. He brushed aside the white hair strands fallen over Ning’s shoulder.

“Your hair is beautiful, Ning.”

Leaving these words behind, Wen Ran went to tend to the garden.

Ning watched the male’s figure, unconsciously tugging at his white hair.

The golden sunlight bestowed a sheen upon his white hair, and the soft texture felt surprisingly pleasant.

The tips of his ears, hidden in the white hair, warmed slightly, as if harboring unknown secrets.

Ning’s actions were swift. By the time Wen Ran finished watering the flower bed in front of him, it was time for dinner.

After finishing his meal, Wen Ran lounged lazily on the sofa, appearing relaxed. He squinted at Ning, sitting on the other side of the sofa, his slim figure upright. Internally amused, Wen Ran gestured for Ning to come over.

Ning obediently knelt in front of Wen Ran, looking up at him.

But before Ning’s knees touched the ground, Wen Ran pulled him up, causing Ning to stumble onto Wen Ran’s lap, his hair disheveled from the motion, his expression visibly flustered.

Wen Ran steadied Ning’s waist, allowing him to settle, then spoke seriously, his voice low and firm.

“My esteemed wife,” he said, dispelling any need for self-doubt or flattery.

“Life has always been unfair. You can take a break,” he said, acknowledging Ning’s previous panic and tears.

“Allse Ning, the White Rose of the Empire,” he continued, acknowledging Ning’s inherent nobility.

“You deserve to be cherished,” he offered, perhaps implying Ning could rely on him.

Wen Ran spoke slowly, his voice deep and soothing, and Ning couldn’t pretend not to have heard him this time.

Ning had to admit, even after being deceived by that bastard Augustus and foolishly wavering for a moment, he couldn’t help but feel a different kind of heartache this time. His heart pounded uncontrollably, but this time, it seemed to be a dense, undulating sensation, leaving him at a loss.

He turned his head slightly, intending to say something, but found his throat parched, unable to utter a word.

Wen Ran chuckled at this moment, burying Ning in his chest. “I won’t force you. We still have plenty of time.”

In that moment, as the golden sun sank, casting its generous light upon them, enveloping the two zerg.