Going Further Down the Road to Internet Fame~

After huddling in a circle and whispering among themselves for a while, the group quietly left the military district to carry out their mission without anyone noticing.

Jing Yi did not realize that the detestable Grey Eagle had left until a day later. But before he could feel refreshed and relieved, he had something else to worry about—the genetic matching report was out, and Zhang Qiu kept coming to press him. He had no reason to remain at Gold Star any longer. Was he really going to be dragged back to the Qin Family's nest just like that?

Going Further Down the Road to Internet Fame~

Heh heh, going back to the Qin Family was impossible!

It was bad enough that he, a grown man, had transmigrated here only to get married. Did he also have to play through some household-infighting scenario? How pathetic would that be?! If he really went back, he would be a bird in a cage, meat on a chopping block. General Chen had gone to such trouble to get him out, and if he threw himself back into the trap, then he must have been stupid to death in his previous life.

Originally, Jing Yi had no particularly good ideas about how to avoid returning to the Qin Family. But hadn't inspiration finally struck him? As a major internet celebrity with five million followers, he suddenly realized that he had more than enough capital to be willful!

So, with a roll of his eyes, a plan came to him.

Yesterday's daily post had been—paying respects to his late husband in the mourning hall. Oh, fragile young man, your devotion moved heaven and earth!

And today's daily post became—wandering along the tree-lined paths of the military headquarters, as though sensing the traces of his late husband's past training and battles here. Oh, strong young man, at this very moment, he seemed to have found the courage to carry on alone!

That was right, this kind of melodramatic style was just that wonderful.

Just casually opening any biography article about Major Qin Meng made everything perfectly clear.

From the start of his education, he had attended a kindergarten for military dependents, then gone through elementary school and middle school before advancing directly into military academy. Throughout that time, whether in written or combat examinations, Qin Meng crushed every one of his classmates! Because his excellence inspired such admiration, even though he had always been stone-faced, his brainless fans had automatically labeled him cool, dazzling, domineering, and badass. Male god, please accept our kneeling worship!

What inspired the greatest respect was that although the male god had a high-ranking minister father, he had never relied on the Qin Family's power in the slightest. Every promotion had been earned through genuine military merit! No one knew whether it was to avoid suspicion or because there was some unknown ugliness between him and his family—just the possibility of a stepmother could inspire a million-word melodramatic novel, okay? In any case, the Qin Family barely appeared in the male god's life story. Even in the leaked photos and videos, the backgrounds were either military camps or battlefields. There was not a single one set against the Qin Family!

This was practically a ready-made excuse!

He deeply loved that man, and this was precisely the place where he had struggled, shed his sweat, and poured out his heartfelt love! The moment Jing Yi personally set foot here, his soul was instantly shaken! At this very moment, he was so moved he could barely speak, as if the heart left barren by his late husband's death had been filled once more. This happiness, this sense of fulfillment—he was certain he could never find the same resonance in the Qin Family! So please, even if only for a few years, let him live here and ease his longing...

Mm, that was the rough outline he had drafted.

Actions spoke louder than intentions. After breakfast, Jing Yi changed into a military uniform his husband had worn in his teens—he had asked Yang Chun for it. Although the size was still not quite right, it was good enough for photographs. Ignoring Yang Chun's speechless expression, Jing Yi headed out full of fighting spirit to put on a show!

There was no need to prepare a photographer. Jing Yi used a remote-controlled miniature camera, and through his personal terminal, he could adjust his poses, shooting angles, framing, and more. Once everything was ready, he gave the command, and a beautiful photo was freshly produced!

He passed between the austere barracks, leaving behind a solitary silhouette against the light.

He walked along the tree-lined path leading to the family quarters. In the faint morning light, flecks of sunlight filtering through the leaves danced like sprites. He narrowed his eyes and revealed a smile as pure as a lily beaded with morning dew.

He stood outside a training ground marked "Unauthorized Personnel Keep Out." Inside, mechas and soldiers in training uniforms could vaguely be seen, radiating iron-blooded intensity, while he could only crane his neck to look on, his eyes filled with longing...

He...

In any case, he wandered all the way around and took pictures all the way around. In the end, he chose to stand in the middle of an enormous circular echo plaza. Still using leaves casually picked from a tree, he passionately performed a rendition of the "Yellow River Cantata"...

If the photos all expressed the theme of "fragility and remembrance," then the video conveyed the implication of "strength and admiration"!

He wore a military uniform that was clearly too large for him. The vastness of the setting only emphasized his smallness, yet because of that "unyielding" music and those magnificent echoes, he carried a contradictory sort of strength! To put it sentimentally, Jing Xiaoyi like this easily made people think of one sentence—

"After he died, I became more and more like him."

When one's lover had died, the most intense response was to die for love. But the most shocking response was: "I will carry your life on my back... You live in my body, you live in my heart. When my hair turns white, you will return to dust with me, and in life and death, we will never part."