Admiral, Your Wife Is Gone ABO - Chapter 8

Luo Le had always believed Huo Lanjing’s behavior was simply due to his personality.

But now, Huo Lanjing was wearing a pendant around his neck and claiming it had nothing to do with him.

A tear ripped open in Luo Le’s heart. So, someone could make Huo Lanjing, who despised jewelry, wear a pendant.

I’m asking you one last time where did this come from?

Huo Lanjing remained silent.

They stood in a tense standoff for a long moment.

Without an answer, Luo Le had no choice but to clench his fists, his nails digging into his palms. The pain helped him suppress his tears.

Huo Lanjing, as long as I’m still here, you’ll never be with that person.

After delivering his harsh words, Luo Le released his grip on Huo Lanjing and returned to his seat, deliberately sitting farther away.

Huo Lanjing couldn’t understand Luo Le. They had been fine just moments ago, and now this.

He slowly straightened his clothes, asking as he did, You came here just for this competition?

Luo Le gave a listless hum and turned to gaze out the window.

This was the first time since their marriage that being in the same space as Huo Lanjing felt suffocating.

Hearing this, as if his suspicions had been confirmed, Huo Lanjing abruptly turned and gripped Luo Le’s jaw.

So… that’s what you were thinking. The medical pod didn’t heal your injuries completely? Why are you still wearing this?

Huo Lanjing tilted Luo Le’s chin upward, forcing their eyes to meet.

Or are you using this as a metaphor for something? Like…

With a sharp tug, he tore the bandage open and began unwinding it layer by layer.

The mecha workshop had some medical pod functions, and Luo Le’s wound had already healed considerably, revealing pinkish flesh.

Huo Lanjing’s slender fingers lightly brushed against the tender skin, causing Luo Le to hum softly with a ticklish sensation.

Before Luo Le could react, Huo Lanjing seized his hand, twisted it behind his back, and tightly bound it with the bandage.

Luo Le’s heart jolted with alarm. What is he planning? We’re in the car!

What are you doing?

The car was saturated with Huo Lanjing’s pheromones, making Luo Le’s body feel weak.

Huo Lanjing loosened his tie, his gaze cool as he stared at Luo Le.

Luo Le, stop pretending. You’re wearing this precisely because you want me to do this, aren’t you?

With those words, Huo Lanjing buried his face in Luo Le’s neck and bit down on his collarbone.

The pain, tinged with a hint of pleasure, transformed into an electric current that surged through Luo Le’s body.

Luo Le suddenly remembered another hidden meaning of the bandages.

Bandages, binding me, taking me away—it’s a courtship ritual.

That’s not what I meant at all!

Luo Le tried to explain, but Huo Lanjing didn’t let him speak another word.

The hovercar circled endlessly.

The next day at noon, Luo Le was awakened by Xiao Yuan.

Huo Lanjing was no longer in bed.

Luo Le pushed himself up with one hand, his lower body aching, sore, and swollen.

The blanket slipped from his chest to his waist, revealing his bruised and battered body.

A clear palm print was visible on his hip.

Luo Le glanced at his body and muttered under his breath, Animal.

Huo Lanjing hadn’t given him a chance to explain anything yesterday.

The discomfort made Luo Le lie back down.

Feeling bored, he activated his Smart Brain and found hundreds of missed video calls from two different people.

Several hundred were from Feng Cheng, and one was from an unknown number.

Just as Luo Le was about to return the calls, he noticed a message.

He opened it and found an invitation.

First Legion, Leader Huo Lanjing.

Luo Le finally understood why Huo Lanjing had gone mad yesterday.

Winning the competition yesterday meant joining the First Legion.

Huo Lanjing believed that Luo Le had come solely for this.

Luo Le found himself both amused and exasperated.

No matter what he said now, Huo Lanjing would never believe he hadn’t come for this.

Forget it, he thought. There’s no point in arguing. Let him think what he wants.

Just as he was thinking this, Feng Cheng called again.

Brother Le, we’re reporting for duty the day after tomorrow! I just bought a hovercar. Should I pick you up then?

Luo Le thought to himself, I’m already at the military base. It’s only a kilometer from the First Legion’s training grounds.

No need, he replied. I’m not planning to join the First Legion just yet.

Even if he did join, he couldn’t do it in a way that would lead to misunderstandings with Huo Lanjing. He wanted to join openly and honorably.

Huh? But… but Brother Le, both of us have to participate…

Sensing Feng Cheng’s distress, Luo Le lowered his gaze in thought.

Can’t you go in alone?

Feng Cheng didn’t answer, instead asking in a low voice, Brother Le, do you really not want to join the military?

Luo Le fell silent.

Having known Feng Cheng for so long, Luo Le was well aware of his burning desire to join the military.

Moreover, Feng Cheng’s situation was somewhat unique. If he missed this opportunity, there might not be another.

Though Luo Le and Feng Cheng weren’t exactly close friends, Luo Le couldn’t bear the thought of Feng Cheng losing this chance because of him.

After a moment’s hesitation, Luo Le made up his mind. See you tomorrow.

At worst, I’ll just find an excuse to leave later, he thought. Maybe Huo Lanjing won’t even let me stay long anyway.

A self-deprecating smile tugged at the corner of Luo Le’s lips.

Hearing this, Feng Cheng quickly interjected, Wait, Brother Le… even if it doesn’t work out this time, there’ll be other chances. You don’t have to accommodate me.

As Luo Le listened to Feng Cheng’s voice through the Smart Brain, his peripheral vision caught sight of the photo he’d placed on the bedside table two days earlier—a picture of himself with Huo Lanjing.

Lost in thought, he let out a derisive chuckle.

Brother Le, what are you laughing at?

Nothing. I’m not accommodating you. I was planning to join the First Legion anyway.

Feng Cheng’s voice brightened with joy.