Chapter 3104: After the divorce, I was forced to vie with my ex‑husband for 35

Jin Chen wrapped his arms around Chenshu's back, with one hand rummaging in the spatial backpack at the head of the bed, feeling for a palm-sized terminal; he glanced at it in the dim light before pulling it out, then stuck the patch onto Chenshu's forehead. The cool touch made Chenshu flinch slightly, and he tilted his head, leaning in to rub his heated cheek against Jin Chen's wrist.

Jin Chen activated the terminal device.

The consciousness of both was pulled away at the same instant, plunging into another world.

Consciousness sank into the holographic space; Chenshu felt icy air blast his face, bringing a biting, stabbing chill. White frost instantly formed on his eyelashes, and his exhaled breath turned to white mist in the air, swiftly blown away by the cold wind.

Before them lay an endless snow plain, a leaden sky pressing down on the horizon, goose‑feather‑like heavy snow pouring from the clouds, wild winds howling across the open fields, sweeping up the ground‑lying snow, making the view hazy and indistinct.

This was the place of perpetual polar night in the frontline battle star system, where Chenshu had been stationed for three years—the very place he thought he would never set foot in again.

But unlike his memory, in this pitch‑black snowy expanse stood a wooden cabin, its roof piled thick with snow, warm yellow light spilling from the windows, a small lantern hung by the window swaying back and forth in the wind.

Chenshu stood in the snow, dazedly gazing at the cabin; snowflakes landed on his shoulders and hair tips, melting instantly, yet he seemed oblivious to the cold.

He turned his head to look at Jin Chen beside him, a faint light in his eyes. As alert as he was, even in this stressful state he could sense that this holographic space perfectly replicated the extreme weather of the frontline star system, "Xiao Chen…"

"Yeah, I missed you those three years you were gone, so I made this space." Jin Chen snorted, not wanting to quarrel with the unwell Chenshu, lowered his head, awkwardly leaned in and kissed him, touching Chenshu's icy lip corner, then reached out, embracing Chenshu's trembling body—shaking from suppressed pain and near‑breakdown emotions—and guided him toward the cabin, "Let's go inside and have a look."

Chenshu was led by him, step by step toward the wooden cabin.

This feeling was very strange. It was as if, during those hardest days when he alone faced the endless night and snowstorms of the frontline star system, in a dazed moment he also sensed Jin Chen's presence.

He pushed open the wooden door; warmth washed over him, carrying the scent of burning firewood and hot tea.

The interior of the cabin was more spacious than it looked from outside, with a thick carpet covering the floor, a soft sofa large enough to sink completely into placed before the fireplace, big enough for two people to snuggle comfortably. On the low table in front sat steaming tea and a few plates of delicate snacks; the fireplace flames roared, crackling, bathing the whole room in warm, flickering light and shadow.

Upon entering, their clothing automatically changed into couples' pajamas.

Outside the window, however, the planet remained shrouded in endless smoke and bitter polar night, wind and snow beating against the glass. Icy snow fell from the sky, silently seeping into the vast desert, secretly nurturing new green growth in unseen places, like some hope quietly sprouting in desperate soil.

Chenshu stood in the center of the cabin, his tense shoulders unwittingly relaxing, his whole body's muscles seeming to unfurl slowly within the warm embrace.

The Upper General's frame was tall and slender, shoulders broad, waist and abdomen lean; even half‑kneeling on the soft carpet now, he radiated dangerous tension, yet laid his most vulnerable points bare before the person holding him.

"Xiao Chen, I really like this place."

Jin Chen sat on the low sofa that reached the floor, his eyes curving as he looked at him; in the firelight he resembled a deity drenched in dark ink, stunningly beautiful. He picked up a snack, shoved it into Chenshu's mouth, then leaned in to kiss his lips, tasting the snack's sweetness and the lingering bitterness on Chenshu's lips.

Jin Chen slowly covered Chenshu's throat with his palm, already somewhat adept at controlling his breathing, until Chenshu's body calmed in the slow‑asphyxiation pleasure, "Then may I ask you for your secret, wife?"

"You should know, I only want to hear the secret from you."

Chenshu stared at him, the fireplace light flickering in the depths of his eyes, hearing his own dry voice say, "All right…"

He then kissed Jin Chen's finger, lips closing around the fingertip, making a soft sucking sound, then moved closer to sit beside Jin Chen's knee, resting his head against his thigh.

In this warmth, even those surging stress reactions gradually waned.

But before speaking, Chenshu glanced at Jin Chen with a hint of nervousness, as if fearing misunderstanding, and spoke cautiously, "Xiao Chen, I have never been humiliated."

Jin Chen's heart felt as if it had been violently stabbed, seeing Chenshu's eyes filled with tension and unease, displaying a near‑fragile honesty, as though he were holding his own heart in his palm and showing it to him.

He lowered his head, his voice hoarse for a moment, "I know, I believe you."

Chenshu was like a bloody clam insisting on opening itself, revealing a heart that could not withstand a single blow.

Chenshu seemed to have received some pardon, and voluntarily laid out the whole story of that incident.

After discovering a traitor in the vanguard unit and giving chase, he was unexpectedly ambushed and surrounded by toxin‑shell attacks targeting soldiers from the Ashen Realm, because the traitor had already infiltrated the interior and sold all of his tactical habits and weaknesses to the Ashen Realm; even Chenshu couldn't react in time, one move behind, he was captured and taken to the Ashen Realm.

Chenshu had just finished fighting a star beast, still nursing serious wounds; when captured by the Ashen Realm he was also fitted with a special electric shock collar, unable to relax, unable to sleep, unable to gather strength, all his abilities unusable, stripped of the most basic dignity of a warrior.

To break his temperament, before the auction all items deemed dangerous had to undergo so‑called training, aimed at destroying the item's will, making them obedient, docile, like a tamed dog that won't resist; the Ashen Realm's trainers specialized in this work, experienced and knowing how to inflict maximal mental and physical ruin without causing permanent damage.

But the trainers clearly underestimated the Imperial Upper General's ability.

Even with his power reduced to almost five percent, and despite ongoing hunger, electric shocks, and sleep deprivation, Chenshu's body, in a state of extreme weakness, actually managed to kill bare‑handed the three persons in charge of his training, together with the wolf‑type star beast guarding the door, tearing them apart alive in the training chamber, blood flooding the floor.

It is said that everyone who witnessed that scene felt their scalp tingle, some even suffered an on‑the‑spot mental breakdown; the Ashen Realm's high command was alarmed, a certain big shot personally took charge, mustering thousands of armed troops, employing a sea‑of‑tactics, using anesthetic rounds and electric nets to literally drain Chenshu's last strength and recapture him.

Afterward, Chenshu was regarded as the Ashen Realm's most dangerous auction item in recent years, locked away in a specially electrified iron cage at all times, designated Item 07.

The bars of that iron cage were electrified; he could only curl up in the insulated spot less than one square meter at the cage's center, like a specimen kept in a glass box for display and appraisal.