The Marshal’s Wife is Wild
Chapter 263 - 262: Don’t Linger

Chapter 263: Chapter 262: Don’t Linger

Jiang Zhou looked at Cheng Feng with an indescribable expression, "Forget it, never mind what I asked."

He yanked down Cheng Feng’s arm and left.

He felt like he wasted half an hour for nothing. Wasn’t it better to spend that time researching potions and the Insect Clan?

Suddenly, he got over it. The Admiral was his superior, and as a mere worker, what was he fretting about?

Could he change anything? No.

It was pointless to worry about what couldn’t be changed, a waste of time.

Cheng Feng stood there with a clueless look on his face. Had he said something wrong?

He thought quite highly of himself, his father had raised him to be a good man since he was young.

*

Not long after Qu Tong stepped out of the room, she received a message from Wen You, "The flavor was changed about a month ago."

Qu Tong couldn’t help rolling her eyes, "Oh, I already knew that."

Qu Tong: "Replying now when the body’s already cold."

Had Wen You been half an hour earlier, she wouldn’t have thought about throwing her life away.

Wen You: "Don’t say that, Tongtong dear, you can’t die on me. How would I live without you?"

Wen You: "I wonder, as a good sister, do I have the right to inherit your farm? While you’re not completely dead yet, why don’t you recognize me as your godmother."

Qu Tong, with a black line over her head, "Scram!"

Wen You: "Woman, your heart is so cruel!"

Qu Tong no longer engaged in the melodrama with Wen You. After exiting the chat box, she directly forwarded Si Yuting’s light brain feed to Jun Li’s alternate account.

It looked like Si Yuting was quite accepting of her identity, and he didn’t seem to reject this side of her, which was nice.

He didn’t even ask much about her identity, so she expected he wouldn’t tell anyone else either.

But now, even if her identity were exposed, it didn’t really matter.

Who dared to target her?

She’d deal with one if one came, a pair if two came. She wouldn’t back down.

If worst came to worst, she couldn’t take them down, she’d just get help or run away.

After all, she had travel documents from two nations in her hand.

Qu Tong stayed at the Sixth Army Corps for two more days, occasionally visiting Si Yuting’s office to chat when there was nothing else to do.

Most of the time, Si Yuting was busy with work, and Qu Tong would play with her light brain or read books quietly by herself, making no loud noises.

If she handed him fruit, he’d eat it, and any materials about the Insect Clan that Qu Tong wanted to see weren’t withheld from her; if there was anything she didn’t understand, he’d take the time to explain it to her.

About her identity, Si Yuting still didn’t mention a word, and Qu Tong was more than happy to be free from worry.

Perhaps Si Yuting was like her, not inclined to delve too deeply into certain matters, acknowledging only the person in front of him, acknowledging only what he saw and felt.

The Honor Points had been granted, totaling over two hundred thousand.

Zhao Qian mentioned that Honor Points had special functions that Star Coins couldn’t manage, and since she wasn’t short on money, she hadn’t converted them into Star Coins.

A leisurely afternoon.

Si Yuting struck the last character, saved the file, and closed his smart brain.

When he looked up, he saw Qu Tong had already fallen asleep on the couch, lying on her side.

Her lips were slightly parted, her features composed in serenity, with her silver hair cascading down like a beautiful painting.

Warmth flickered in the depths of Si Yuting’s eyes as he approached quietly, taking a thin blanket from the Space Button and draping it over Qu Tong.

Pulling out Qu Tong’s fingerprint and iris scan from the spouse info, he input it into the door’s access system and locked the door securely before going out to look for Feng Lin.

Qu Tong’s afternoon naps usually didn’t last more than an hour. Upon waking and finding Si Yuting absent, she draped the blanket over the sofa’s edge, getting ready to leave.

As Qu Tong approached the door, the smart lock automatically unlocked, but she didn’t pay much attention to it.

Stepping out of the room, she ran into Cheng Feng and Jiang Zhou.

Cheng Feng looked down at his optical brain, Jiang Zhou, on the other hand, looked her straight in the eye.

Qu Tong noticed Jiang Zhou’s unruffled expression and raised an eyebrow with a smile.

Who knows what he conjured up in his mind, but he seemed pretty receptive.

"The admiral isn’t here," Qu Tong casually reminded them as she walked past the two and left.

Cheng Feng stepped forward, knocked on the door, and tried the doorknob, muttering, "He’s really not here."

Next to her, Jiang Zhou was silent; she clearly saw Miss Jun Li come out from inside.

With the issue with the Insect Clan almost resolved, Si Yuting and the others planned to return to Abel Star tomorrow.

Qu Tong, Feng Lin, and Xu An told them about it and left ahead of time.

Si Yuting was in a meeting and hence did not receive the message, but when he returned, he found a ring on the desk, pressing down on a piece of paper.

He unfolded the paper to find two lines written in a bold and unrestrained hand:

[Your Highness, I’m off, don’t miss me~]

[I’m sorry for tarnishing the admirable admiral’s reputation. As compensation, I’ve left you a potion, feel free to use it, Your Highness.]

The bold and unrestrained handwriting was quite different from the neat and cute handwriting he was used to, but both were attractive.

Looking at the ring in his palm, Si Yuting realized that they seemed to be missing something.

Si Yuting opened the Space Button and found 30 Spirit Power Stabilizing Potions inside.

Si Yuting smiled helplessly, thinking she would have been happy to be a guest on Abel Star.

He carefully rolled the note and stored it with the ring inside his own Space Button.

After doing all this, Si Yuting finally turned on his optical brain to send a message to Si Chen.

Qu Tong received the transfer from Si Yuting on the spacecraft, not very surprised by it.

Every time she provided Si Yuting with potions, he would always convert it into a transfer to her account, even adding a little extra each time.

After spending most of the day, Qu Tong arrived at the meeting place she had agreed upon with Liang Ge at 10:40 local star time.

Liang Ge still liked the noisy nightlife district; Qu Tong wasn’t very comfortable with it.

However, she understood and respected that due to the nature of Liang Ge’s industry, he was more likely to find opportunities in such environments.

Qu Tong pulled out a mask and put it on as she entered the largest trading market on the edge of the Southern Border.

The market was huge, with a bar and various entertainment facilities on the first floor, a wide range of commodities on the basement level, and private rooms above the second floor.

To get to the second floor, she needed to pass through the crowd; feeling a bit hot, Qu Tong decided to take off her coat.

As she did so, a man accidentally bumped into her arm and the coat fell to the ground.

Qu Tong frowned, about to stoop and pick it up herself when the man, who had bumped into her, was quicker.

The man handed her the coat, apologizing with a "Sorry about that."

Qu Tong saw the man’s face—Wu Yue?

Yet, Wu Yue seemed to be in a hurry, not even glancing at Qu Tong before disappearing into the crowd.

Qu Tong stored her coat in the Space Button, pondering why Wu Yue might be in the area. Was he on a mission?

Her intuition told her that Wu Yue was somewhat different from Cheng Feng and Wen You.

The impression from their first encounter and his special training thereafter.

After pondering for a while and coming up with no leads, Qu Tong set the matter aside and went upstairs to wait for Liang Ge.

Twenty minutes passed, with groups of dancers changing on the first floor, yet Liang Ge was nowhere to be seen.

Qu Tong opened her optical brain and sent a message to Liang Ge.

No reply.

Qu Tong switched to a direct call.

But as soon as the call connected, an urgent shouting came from the other end: "Sis, help me!"