Admiral, Your Wife Is Gone ABO - Chapter 15

Luo Le opened the tea cake to examine it. Isn’t this the kind Grandpa likes?

This tea had no market price the seventh planet was the only place in the entire galaxy where it was cultivated.

But because the brewed tea had a sour, bitter taste and was somewhat troublesome to prepare, few people of their generation enjoyed it.

Hmm…

Still, it suited Huo Lanjing’s old-fashioned, bureaucratic style perfectly.

When Luo Le was a child, he often watched his grandfather brew this tea and gradually learned the process himself.

It was one of the few teas he knew how to prepare properly.

Half an hour later, Luo Le leaned his right cheek against his hand, staring intently at Huo Lanjing, who was reviewing documents at his desk.

Huo Lanjing sat upright, his slender fingers flipping through the pages rhythmically before turning them in the opposite direction.

Luo Le shifted his position accordingly, leaning against the desk directly in front of Huo Lanjing’s face.

Gazing at Huo Lanjing, a wave of sweetness washed over him.

Husband, it’s been so long, he thought silently.

They say a man looks most handsome when he’s focused, and it’s definitely not a lie.

The intense gaze was impossible to ignore.

Huo Lanjing set down his documents and looked at him.

Luo Le immediately flashed a bright smile. Honey, are you done working?

If Luo Le’s stepbrother saw him acting so obsequious, he’d never stop teasing him.

Huo Lanjing glanced at him dismissively and pointed toward the door.

Luo Le pretended not to understand and grabbed his hand. What’s wrong?

Huo Lanjing pulled his hand away and pointed at the door again. Get out.

Luo Le shook his head stubbornly. No.

Huo Lanjing’s voice turned icy. Luo Le.

Luo Le stiffened, then sighed. Fine, fine. I’ll leave after you drink your tea. He gestured toward the tea on the coffee table.

Huo Lanjing followed his gaze. The freshly poured tea was steaming gently, its familiar aroma filling the air.

He remained silent, rubbing his index and ring fingers together as he glanced sideways at Luo Le.

Luo Le avoided his gaze. Wh-what? Is it wrong to make you tea to help you focus? Fine, don’t drink it then.

Luo Le turned angrily and picked up the tea to leave.

Fine, don’t drink it. He’d go ask the guards if they wanted it. What was he thinking, brewing this stupid tea anyway?

He was stopped just as he reached the door.

Luo Le turned back, his tone sharp. What is it?

The tea. Bring it here, Huo Lanjing said, his gaze fixed on the cup in Luo Le’s hand, his voice flat.

Luo Le was actually quite easy to please—just go along with him.

Hearing this, he scurried back over, tea in hand, his face beaming like a spring breeze as he poured Huo Lanjing a cup.

His movements were a bit rushed, and some of the tea splashed onto the back of his hand.

Luo Le jerked his hand back, yelping in pain.

His hand trembled, and he dropped the teacup.

It was about to spill onto Huo Lanjing’s feet.

Huo Lanjing lunged forward, his shadow falling over Luo Le, who froze mid-motion.

He watched as Huo Lanjing leaned down and steadily caught the teacup, the spilled tea scalding his hand red.

Luo Le hurriedly set down the teapot.

He pulled a handkerchief from his chest pocket and rushed to wipe the water from Huo Lanjing’s hand.

To cool it down… right, run it under water.

With this thought, Luo Le pulled Huo Lan toward the restroom next door.

Huo Lan silently allowed Luo Le to lead him to the sink in the stall.

Luo Le held Huo Lan’s hand under the running water, his voice softening as he noticed the reddened skin. Does it hurt a lot? It’s all my fault. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered making tea.

Hearing this, Huo Lanjing’s eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized the person before him.

It was just a splash of hot water, not even enough to draw bl00d. And Luo Le thinks it hurts?

His gaze drifted downward, catching sight of Luo Le’s fair, delicate skin. Huo Lanjing pressed his lips together.

He couldn’t help but think of the soldiers his age in the military. Many had earned countless battle honors, their bodies scarred from combat.

Meanwhile, this young master’s skin was pristine and unblemished. He’s never known real pain.

Of course. He’s always been the Luo Family’s pampered young master, showered with affection. And then he married me.

Even if Huo Lan never returned, Luo Le’s status wouldn’t suffer. He would still be treated with utmost respect.

At this thought, Huo Lanjing’s expression darkened instantly.

He withdrew his hand, grabbed a paper towel, and wiped it dry. It’s nothing, he said curtly before turning and walking away.

Luo Le stared at Huo Lanjing’s retreating figure, bewildered. How could this man change his expression faster than flipping a page in a book?

After drying his hands, Luo Le followed him out.

He found Huo Lanjing already sipping tea. The hand scalded by the hot water was still red.

Remembering the disgust in Huo Lanjing’s eyes, Luo Le turned his head away, pretending not to notice.

Have Xiao Yuan clean up later. I’m leaving now.

Huo Lanjing didn’t reply, merely took another sip of tea.

Did Xiao Yuan make this tea?

Luo Le froze.

After all the effort I put into brewing this tea, how dare Huo Lanjing act so arrogant and claim Xiao Yuan made it?

Furious, Luo Le strode over and slammed his hands on the table. Have you ever even tasted tea brewed by Xiao Yuan? Does this taste like it?

Huo Lanjing calmly wiped his lips. No.

Seeing his frankness, Luo Le paused.

Come to think of it, Huo Lanjing never lets Xiao Yuan enter the study.

But…

If that’s the case, then if the Omega who visited earlier drank tea, wouldn’t that mean Huo Lanjing brewed it himself?

The thought soured Luo Le’s mood.

I’ve never even tasted tea brewed by Huo Lanjing.

Oh, I brewed this tea. What about it?

Huo Lanjing glanced at the still-steaming tea and said flatly, Oh, it’s not bad.

For some reason, Luo Le couldn’t feel happy about the compliment.

Remembering the 630 AM assembly tomorrow, he unconsciously yawned.

I’m going to bed now. Good night, and you should get some rest too.

Huo Lanjing didn’t reply.

Luo Le didn’t mind he was used to it.

He turned and went back to his room.

As soon as he returned, he washed up and went to sleep, not even noticing when Huo Lanjing came back later that night.

The next morning, when Luo Le woke up, Huo Lanjing was already gone.

He glanced at the perfectly smooth sheets beside him and silently got out of bed.

After washing up and having breakfast, he chose a sleek black-and-gold hovercar and headed out.

The military district wasn’t far, and with the hovercar, he arrived quickly.

When he got there, only a few people were already on the training grounds.

At 630 AM, everyone had finally gathered, and the officer blew his whistle.

At the sound, the group lined up in order of height.

Their Mecha class had a total of thirty-five students thirty Alphas and five Omegas.

In this era of Omega scarcity, the ratio was quite normal.

Being the shortest Omega among them, Luo Le found himself standing between an Omega on his left and an Alpha on his right.

The two seemed to know each other, exchanging several remarks across him.

Count off!

One! Two! … Thirty-five!

The officer smiled. Good, everyone’s here.

Let me introduce myself first. I’m Yang Liqing, but you can call me Instructor Yang.

I know some of you chose the Mecha class because your physical fitness wasn’t up to par, yet you still wanted to join the military.

Of course, I believe there are those among you who genuinely love Mecha.

But I must warn you beforehand the physical training for the Mecha Fabrication class is no less rigorous than that of the combat classes. Be prepared.

Instructor Yang spread his hands. Does anyone here genuinely feel they can’t keep up physically?

Luo Le glanced around. No one spoke.

After about a minute, still no one spoke.

Instructor Yang nodded, clearly satisfied.

Good, if no one…

Seeing this, Luo Le timidly raised his hand.

I…