That Was an Offering for My Man!

Jing Yi carefully considered his advantages...

He discovered that his greatest advantage was having a good husband.

Major Qin, Qin Meng, was already a famous man! He had brought this trouble upon Jing Yi; what was wrong with borrowing his influence to resolve it?

Jing Yi felt perfectly justified.

He logged into the Interstellar Network using the original owner's account.

This was where the original owner had once confessed his love to Major Qin every day. With countless different approaches and every conceivable way of lowering his own standards, he had amassed a considerable following over more than a year—though they were all hate-followers. They followed him to laugh at and insult him: "A toad lusting after swan meat," "Qin Meng would never look twice at an idiot like you," and so on. The comments section was a complete mess. Nor had the original owner been some meek little victim. He routinely fought one against ten thousand, charging into battle with his haters amid clouds of dust. Afterward, he would feel refreshed enough to eat two extra bowls of rice.

Jing Yi saw his latest post. It read: "Ah, he actually died!"

When he opened the comments, most of them were tearfully cursing him. "What the hell kind of thing is that to say?! 'Ah, he actually died'? Major Qin died for his country, and you make it sound so casual! Are you even human?! Shameless bastard, get lost! You should die too!"

Those were all early comments.

The later ones came after the Qin Family announced that Jing Yi would marry Qin Meng. For a time, the comments section was filled with gibberish, the sort that looked as if someone had rolled their face across a keyboard. It was easy to imagine just how shocked they had been, how thoroughly their worldviews had shattered!

Then they continued crying and refusing to believe it.

How pitiful.

Of course, they later saw the wedding photos. The Qin Family had not permitted any recordings, but several photographs still leaked out. One was a close-up of Jing Yi in his brilliant red ceremonial robe. Honestly, it was an exceptionally beautiful picture. The robe was blazing red, his hair deep ink-black, and his skin luminous white. All the splendor around him became mere background. This youth, beautiful enough to be called a seductress, stood amid the crowd with a dazed, delicate expression.

It was simply too striking! No one could have imagined that Jing Yi, who threw tantrums and rolled about online like a fusion of a shrew and a gross lout, had such an enchanting face!

Besides that one, there was another photo of Jing Yi bowing alongside Qin Wenbo, who held a small porcelain urn in his arms. Behind them was Qin Meng's devastatingly handsome black-and-white portrait.

If the first photo was breathtaking, then the second was profoundly poignant and heartbreaking.

No matter what, this was a world that judged by appearances. Jing Yi's enchanting face made some people dislike him even more, but at the same time, another group became his looks-fans. Major Qin might have been wonderful and incredible, but he was already dead. Such a beauty was willing to spend the rest of his life alone just to marry him—how moving was that? How could they bear to keep hating on him?

Please be happy, mwah~

Among the later comments, replies of this kind made up an increasingly large proportion. They had become the majority and suppressed the tireless haters.

Of course, several days had passed since the wedding, yet Jing Yi, who should have shown himself by now, had remained completely silent. This also sparked endless discussion among the fans following him. Jing Yi's private-message inbox was practically exploding, all of them asking how he was doing and whether he was happy...

More than five million followers!

He had gained over four million followers just from getting married once!

The original Jing Yi had already been a minor internet celebrity with some presence. Now, he had fully entered the ranks of major influencers!

With five million armored warriors charging into battle at his side, what great undertaking could possibly fail!

At last, after transmigrating here, he had some good news... Jing Yi happily narrowed his eyes, looking like a fox that had become a spirit.

He steadied himself and began preparing the props he needed.

The most important thing was Major Qin's black-and-white photograph.

There was no ready-made one on hand, so he downloaded and printed one, then found a suitable spot and pasted it onto the wall.

He hung flowing gauze curtains on either side. As the breeze stirred them, the scene became quite atmospheric.

After much grunting and straining, Jing Yi moved an offering table over. Then he found a suitably shaped porcelain vessel in a cabinet in his room to serve as an incense burner and lit three sticks of incense.

Amid the curling smoke, he looked it over and felt it was still somewhat empty. So he went to the kitchen, intending to take out a fruit platter and fill it with fruit, along with the snack pastries he had baked earlier for himself.

On the way, he unexpectedly ran into Grey Eagle. The two had formed a grudge from their very first meeting. When others were around, they could still pretend to greet each other and exchange smiles, but when they met alone, neither acknowledged the other. They simply passed by with their eyes straight ahead.

Once in the kitchen, Jing Yi searched for ages for the little pastries he had just made. There had been so many! Every flavor, all beautifully shaped like flowers, each one cleverly made from the scarce ingredients available here. He had put so much effort into them... So where had they gone?!

That Was an Offering for My Man!

He had actually stolen and eaten them!

Thinking back to Grey Eagle passing by him just now, Jing Yi's anger immediately flared.

What kind of attitude was that?! Stealing food someone else had made already showed a serious lack of manners. Shouldn't he have felt guilty and humbled himself when he saw the owner?!

Especially when they already had an unsettled grudge between them!