A Perfectly Compatible Marriage~

Then he saw four large characters: Perfectly Compatible.

The fine print below contained the derivation process and comments. He could not understand the first part, but the latter part boiled down to one sentence—research had found that Madam Qin's genes and Major Qin's genes were practically a match made in heaven. Any child conceived by the two of them would have zero chance of genetic defects, and there was a high probability of producing a Double-S Gene genius. Such a compatibility rate was exceedingly rare. Congratulations to Madam Qin, congratulations to Major Qin, for finding such a compatible person to enter into a marriage contract with. This was God's favor, this was the Federation's good fortune, blah blah blah, blah blah blah.

In the final paragraph, the person who had written the report had probably finished getting high and suddenly remembered that one of the two people he had congratulated was already dead. Being so jubilant was rather inappropriate, so he made a small correction and added one final sentence—We are deeply regretful over Major Qin Meng's misfortune. Madam Qin, please accept our condolences.

...Madam Qin again. Madam Qin all over the screen. Madam Qin my ass!

As a scientific researcher, how could he write such an imprecise report? Was this worthy of the Federation and its people?!

After forcing himself to finish reading it, Jing Xiaoyi practically wanted to kneel. It took a great deal of effort not to crumple the report into a ball and throw it into the trash.

He told the guard to make himself at home. There would be no cooking for lunch—he was already full from anger! Besides, he had made use of the offerings meant for his husband. If he got hungry, he could eat those.

The stern-faced guard was deeply disappointed. He had thought he might get to mooch a meal. For the past two days, rich aromas had wafted from Admiral Mansion at every mealtime. It was torture. Who would not want a taste?

Author's note: Jing Xiaoyi: With my Golden Finger, I can conquer the sea of stars! As for this Madam Qin business, I'll shake it off sooner or later!

Qin Mengmeng: Heh heh...

A Perfectly Compatible Marriage~

"Brown Bear, do you know why the general called us here?" A tall, skinny man with a roguish air had a crude cigarette dangling from his mouth as he poked the hulking man beside him with a finger.

The big man did not even raise his head. He merely shook it, his attitude exceedingly perfunctory.

"Say, what are you looking at so intently?" The tall, skinny man leaned closer and glanced at his terminal, then said disdainfully, "Fuck, isn't that Eagle Bro's husband? Hey, hey, hey, wipe that drool off already. It's practically two feet long! That's our brother's husband. If you're getting any bad ideas, I won't stand for it!"

The baby-faced man sitting nearby immediately became interested when he heard that. He leaned over with a wicked grin. "Bear Bro, you saw Eagle Sis-in-law's photos and videos too? Our Eagle Bro sure is lucky! But looking is enough. On this matter, I agree with Lone Wolf—you need to restrain yourself. Put away those lustful thoughts. This is no joke."

There were four people in this small conference room. Aside from those three, the last man looked like a monkey—a particularly gloomy, vicious monkey. A horizontal scar ran across his face, making him look somewhat frightening. He said nothing, merely shooting Brown Bear a chilly glance.

Brown Bear shut off his personal terminal, raised his head, and smiled honestly. "I was just looking. What are you guys thinking? That's Eagle Bro's man..."

Lone Wolf and the baby-faced man both snorted disdainfully. That lecherous bear—why had the heavens given him such an honest, guileless face?

Today was rather strange. General Chen had always been punctual, yet they had assembled for more than ten minutes and were still being left to cool their heels. At first, they could barely maintain the bearing of proper soldiers, but gradually they became increasingly unrestrained, lounging around and chatting idly.

Major Qin Meng, who had supposedly died half a month ago, was the "Eagle Bro" they had been talking about.

The honest-faced Brown Bear, the tall and skinny Lone Wolf, the smiling baby-faced Tiger Cub, and the scar-faced monkey were all members of a secret special operations squad, with Qin Meng as their leader. Compared to Major Qin, the dazzling national idol, this special operations squad had practically no presence at all. However, if one had sufficient clearance and looked through the most classified military files, one would discover that many successful military operations had involved an indispensable shadow member, codenamed R. Mysterious and powerful, it was like some weapon that never missed a strike—either it did not act at all, or it acted once and settled everything!

...All right, the people who made up R were this disappointing. Where was the promised mystery and power? Were they not just a bunch of roughneck soldiers?

By the time General Chen entered, these carefree bastards had already shifted the topic to, "When is Eagle Bro coming back? Do you think he knows he has a husband now? If he doesn't hurry back, he'll have a son too! Without him to lead the way, I really can't go see my big nephew—Eagle Sis-in-law doesn't know me either! Just thinking about it is fucking painful..."

General Chen paused at the door and glared furiously at these troublemakers with imposing authority. "How do you know Grey Eagle isn't dead? Who told you?! This is top-level military intelligence. Whoever leaked it deserves to be sent to the Military Court!"

Brown Bear gave him an honest smile. "Didn't you tell us yourself? Thanks!"