Chapter 1988: Day 21 of Being Pampered by My Wife in the Zerg Tribe

Jin Chen shifted his posture, poked Ze Nuo'er's face, and said, "You don't have anything to say today?"

"All the military's letters have been sent to my terminal mailbox."

"Indeed," Ze Nuo'er thought, "today I should beg my lord for a chance to return to the military; otherwise I'll remain in semi-suspension forever."

But Ze Nuo'er also knew this would be a very arduous task.

He had seen his female subordinates whipped by the lord until near paralysis for wanting to return to the military, or like Danny.

Yet at the same time, Ze Nuo'er felt his lord was truly one of a kind, perhaps not so hard to endure.

After a moment of inner struggle, Ze Nuo'er half-kneeled beneath the sofa, lifted his head, and kissed the corner of his lord's lips, saying, "My lord, I want to return to the military to continue working—may I?"

The instant he spoke, Ze Nuo'er's mind filled with various rebuttals for after a rejection—all drawn from his former subordinates' experiences.

Jin Chen remained hard to appease; a flicker of smile crossed his eyes, his distinct-knuckled fingers pressing Ze Nuo'er's forehead, as if hinting or flirting.

"If you want my agreement, you need to show sincerity."

Ze Nuo'er's cheeks warmed; he looked up in surprise, instantly grasping his lord's meaning.

But… is that really all?

The half-kneeling posture tensed his muscles involuntarily; every line of Ze Nuo'er's upright physique was supple yet strong, his flushed, bashful look also exuding an effortlessly gentle softness.

Jin Chen's smile widened, not rushing him, his fingertip sliding down from Ze Nuo'er's forehead to stir his watery, gorgeous lips.

After little hesitation, Ze Nuo'er almost fearfully extended his antennae, never failing to watch Jin Chen's expression.

But it seemed he really just wanted to look at the antennae.

All the lines Ze Nuo'er had prepared had no room to be used, leaving him a bit dazed.

But suddenly, as Jin Chen idly played with his antennae, he used a few strands of near‑solid mental power to hook the antennae and swiftly bind them downward.

Ze Nuo'er's arms were bound behind his back, and he fell completely onto the sofa.

The mental threads were conjured from the lord's insect rank; Ze Nuo'er could not break free, his slightly upturned eyes widening, yet he could only submit to the lord's continuation.

The expected punishment never arrived.

As mental power entered the scene, Ze Nuo'er's thoughts went blank.

Jin Chen merely performed another round of mental counseling.

A deeper level, mental counseling after intimate contact.

It almost made Ze Nuo'er lose all thought, his body going limp, a tear welling in his vacant eyes.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 65!】

"My lord……"

After the mental counseling, Ze Nuo'er was full of longing; his usually cool visage took on a gorgeous hue, the marks of bitten kisses still lingering on his lips.

Their skin touched, with no distance between them.

Ze Nuo'er wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's waist, possessive desire peaking as he lightly returned the kiss, sucking at the side of his neck.

Jin Chen found a moment to sign a character on the document.

"Come home on time, stay safe, tell me before heading into battle, and don't hide anything." Jin Chen, pleasantly kissed, lazily rubbed Ze Nuo'er's back, not forgetting the three‑article agreement.

"I will."

Ze Nuo'er instinctively responded, then smiled after pressing his lips together: "My lord, I only need to go back to the military tomorrow to collect the application; we still have our honeymoon leave."

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow: "You don't have to get up early tomorrow?"

Ze Nuo'er blinked, then nodded.

Thus the bedroom lights stayed on all night; Major General Ze Nuo'er's wings used for flight combat were played to ruin, reportedly almost unable to retract the next day.

——

The next day at noon, a figure appeared at the First Legion Command Headquarters.

His crisp uniform outline stood tall, the waist cinched by the belt lean and hard, no longer the softness he showed before Jin Chen; Ze Nuo'er, back in the military, was like a sharp, cold blade, his aura immensely oppressive.

"Commander!"

An Bo, shaking off his usual laziness, gave Ze Nuo'er a salute: "Welcome back!"

"By the Insect God above, I finally don't have to be busy enough to not touch the ground!"

Kevin, who had just been promoted to lieutenant general, was also waiting on the top floor, his eyes relieved yet hinting with worry.

"Long time no see, Ze Nuo'er."

"Long time no see."

Ze Nuo'er nodded to Kevin in greeting, his gaze falling on the medal on his shoulder, sincerely congratulating: "Besides, congratulations."

He, Kevin, and Danny were classmates at the military academy, so whatever military merit anyone has is worth celebrating.

"Now that you're back, you'll surely be promoted to lieutenant general sooner or later."

Kevin laughed, patted his shoulder, and asked, "How are you?"

Ze Nuo'er curled his lips into a smile: "Kevin, no need to worry."

Not having time for much chat, Ze Nuo'er came today to collect the application, but also had to handle the piled‑up work.

Meanwhile.

Jin Chen was messing with the household robot in the backyard.

The backyard and the large living room were separated by floor‑to‑ceiling windows; the yard was very open, Jin Chen, idle at home, thought it over and finally decided to plant flowers.

Specifically, he bought hard‑to‑come‑by flower seeds, had Zero Egg implant a flower‑planting program into the household robot, then lay on the bench to supervise.

The terminal suddenly received news from Duke Claude.

Jin Chen glanced at it; the gist was to foster brotherly friendship, likely Hubert's tale of telling on him after returning that day.

How novel; this trick is something Hubert also learned.

Jin Chen thought it over, then had Zero Egg pull up the hospital surveillance from that day, mainly capturing the part where Hubert scolded him.

If you have a grudge, settle it on the spot, but the aftermath still needs to be settled.

Trim the head and tail, click, send.

Then I gained a cheap father who showers gold coins.

After an afternoon passed, foreman Jin Chen got off work on time, changed clothes, and went to pick up their own consort.