The Males Were Reborn After The Female Ruler Was Scumbed [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 11

Lu Qing recalled some things, things he thought he had long forgotten.

Lan Xi was always very busy.

He was the youngest congressman in the council and the strongest contender for the next Speaker election.

When Lu Qing first married him, in order to show his devotion, no matter how late it was, he would wait for Lan Xi to return home, make him a late-night snack, and chat with him.

Later, even when their relationship became stable and Lu Qing no longer needed to do these things, for some reason, the habit of waiting remained.

However, by that time, instead of saying he was waiting for Lan Xi to come home, it was more appropriate to say he had simply changed where he slept.

When they lived in Sector A, the living room practically served as his second bedroom; to make himself comfortable, Lu Qing even brought down blankets and pillows.

Late at night with heavy dew, Lan Xi was always worried he would get sick because of it, as the entire Zerg race probably couldn’t find a single male Zerg whose physical grade couldn’t be detected like him.

But Lu Qing still acted on his own accord, because he knew that although Lan Xi didn’t agree verbally, he was very touched by it.

The sub-male’s heart was tied in knots with conflict, partly feeling his thoughts were inappropriate, but unable to control the inner joy, which resulted in Lu Qing always seeing a certain expression on him every time he was pushed awake.

Worry, pity, self-reproach, and entanglement… completely unlike the ruthless, impenetrable congressman who dominated the political arena.

But if he gave him a kiss at that moment, the corners of the sub-male’s eyes would be tinged with a delicate blush, signifying that its owner was easily placated and was becoming shy and delighted.

The sub-male would take off his glasses, exchange a kiss with a grassy scent, and then kiss Lu Qing’s Adam’s apple, calling him Xiong Zhu (Male Lord)…

However—

The sub-male raised an eyebrow, looking at him in surprise, “…Your Excellency?”

Lu Qing: “…”

Two similar faces overlapped almost instantly, and the blur and confusion in Lu Qing’s eyes faded away in a flash.

Sh1t, was he half-asleep or had his brain broken? They were no longer an old married couple.

He suddenly released his hand and shifted his gaze, “Um, there’s dust on your sleeve, I was just trying to wipe it off for you…”

Lan Xi lowered his eyes, “Sleeve?”

“Yes, ah…” The explanation was pale, but it was better than letting Lan Xi think he was a pervert who casually laid his hands on a sub-male.

The sub-male’s tone was somewhat ambiguous, “Is that so, Your Excellency.”

Lu Qing nodded halfway, only to realize the sub-male was wearing the Patrick Star-themed pajamas he had bought at great expense—a pink and tender short-sleeved T-shirt on top, and green floral long pants on the bottom, looking at him composedly.

And right in the center of the T-shirt, the pink five-pointed starfish was pouting and smiling, as if laughing at Lu Qing for being an idiot.

Short sleeve, well, it meant where Lu Qing pinched, there was no sleeve at all.

Lu Qing: “…”

This was truly awkwardness’s mom opening the door for awkwardness, awkwardness arriving home.

Unable to explain, he simply stopped trying. Lu Qing had a thick enough skin. Lu Qing pretended nothing had happened, put his hands behind his back, and walked in, “Ahem, well, it’s getting late, let’s go, let’s go, time to sleep.”

#As long as my movements are fast enough, awkwardness can’t catch up to me#

Hearing this, a subtle smile flashed in Lan Xi’s eyes. Then he followed closely, like a small tail.

Lu Qing was afraid Lan Xi would charge him with a crime of indecent assault, so he quickly washed up and burrowed into the quilt, pretending to sleep.

Lu Qing originally thought he would suffer from insomnia sharing a room with Lan Xi. The truth proved he was overthinking; the moment he hit the bed, sleepiness rushed in like a tide, and he fell asleep in three seconds.

Lan Xi heard the male Zerg’s breathing become steady and long. He gently rubbed his wrist, tucked himself deeper into the quilt, and quietly closed his eyes.

The night passed peacefully.

Lu Qing was not a human in his previous life; he must have been a pig.

The System looked at the host still lying motionless in bed at eleven in the morning and had never been more convinced of this.

For example, the host and the host’s former male spouse went to sleep together. At seven o’clock the next morning, the host’s former male spouse opened his eyes; the host was sleeping.

Seven ten, the host’s former male spouse finished washing up and started reading the morning news; the host was sleeping.

Eight o’clock, the host’s former male spouse started handling government affairs, continuing until eleven o’clock. During this time, the host didn’t even turn over once, sleeping sounder than a pig.

The System floated around, looked at the sub-male sitting upright and working diligently, and then looked at its host spread out like a pancake, deciding this couldn’t go on.

The System extended its little sharp thorn and pricked Lu Qing awake.

“Ow—!!”

Lu Qing was originally happily counting money in his dream but was suddenly shocked into jumping up, becoming the character Ziwei under Consort Rong’s needle. His hair stood up like a bird’s nest. He exclaimed in disbelief, “Pricking someone in the early morning?! Do you even have manners???”

The System was indignant at his lack of drive, “Host, it is eleven o’clock sharp, Capital Star Time. It can be called noon.”

Lu Qing irritably rolled up the quilt, “Eleven o’clock is eleven o’clock, what does that have to do with me.”

Being an ox and a horse is so tiring, can’t a Zerg get some extra sleep during the day? Anger, anger.

The System persisted, “Host, you promised Steward Gelie you would go work for him at noon.”

Lu Qing: “…”

Grass.

Lu Qing grabbed his hair with a face full of resentment, took out his terminal to check the time: eleven o’clock and one minute.

The shop’s lunch hours were from eleven in the morning to one-thirty in the afternoon. Generally, it got busiest after eleven-thirty, so the agreed-upon time with Steward Gelie was around this period.

Twenty-nine minutes left.

It only took five minutes to ride a bike from home to the shop, so the time was very ample.

Lu Qing resolutely lay back down, “Wake me up in five minutes.”

System: “…………”

The System looked at the bed and lowered its voice, “Then what about him?”

Lu Qing was about to fall asleep and muttered drowsily, “Who…”

The System clung to Lu Qing’s ear, whispering like a devil, “Your ex-husband, ah.”

As if to confirm the System’s words, the sub-male’s pleasant voice sounded behind Lu Qing, “Your Excellency, are you awake?”

Lu Qing: “!!!”

L-Lan Xi.

Last night’s memories rushed back. That’s right, he brought Lan Xi home last night.

…Then his uninhibited sleeping posture must have been fully seen.

Lu Qing shuddered in fright and immediately sat up. On his original bed, the silver-haired, blue-eyed sub-male wore gold-rimmed glasses, with long golden chains curving down among his silver hair, giving him an air of great nobility.

He seemed to be handling some affairs, with a huge light screen suspended in front of him, flashing quickly with dense data and text, making Lu Qing feel this was a serious conference room rather than his old, small rental apartment.

—If he hadn’t been wearing those ridiculously funny five-pointed starfish pajamas.

Lu Qing blinked, just about to say something, “You…”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

The sub-male looked at him very gently, asking with concern.

Lu Qing showed a puzzled expression: “Ah… nightmare?”

Lan Xi: “I apologize. I saw you were sleeping soundly, but you seemed startled just now and suddenly sprang up…”

“…No such thing.” Lu Qing scratched his head and glared at the certain little thorn ball that was playing dead, “Just a sudden cramp…”

The sub-male adjusted his glasses, “That’s good. It’s still early, you can sleep a bit longer.”

Lu Qing looked at the sun outside the window, twitched the corner of his mouth, and asked the System, “Do you think he’s being sarcastic?”

The System concurred, “Then why don’t you hurry up and get out of bed to go to work.”

Lu Qing: “…”

You’re an Assh0le Reform System or a Worker System?

Lu Qing resignedly climbed out of bed to wash up.

Five minutes later, Lu Qing, who had tidied himself up nicely, rummaged out his delivery box, greeted Lan Xi, and went out.

Lu Qing went over at noon and wouldn’t be able to have lunch until nearly two o’clock after finishing work, so to prevent himself from fainting in the sink, he would buy something to nibble on before heading out in the morning.

And Lu Qing, standing at the door of the breakfast shop, biting into a steamed bun, suddenly realized a problem.

Lan Xi hadn’t eaten.

The Lan Xi of the previous life would not get up later than seven o’clock, except on holidays, and it was already past eleven o’clock now.

When Lan Xi was at home, he would have breakfast around seven-thirty and then depart for the Council at eight-thirty.

Since he was currently in a “missing” state, he couldn’t use his terminal to order takeout to avoid signal tracking, and going out to eat was even more impossible.

Lu Qing raised his hand and looked at his terminal, which showed eleven-twenty.

Clearly, it was too late to go back.

Lu Qing: “…………”

Inside the rental apartment—

Taking advantage of the male Zerg’s absence, Lan Xi quietly connected to the internal network, preparing to contact Crete.

The call was abruptly cut off last night, and some things hadn’t been clearly explained. Also, he needed to check the latest developments of the Aldridge family.

However, just as Lan Xi connected to the internal network and before he could contact Crete, footsteps sounded on the stairs again, and then, the door opened.

That male Zerg had returned for some unknown reason.

“You…?”

Did he forget to take something?

The male Zerg was panting heavily, just like a military school student who had just run fifty miles.

Lu Qing finally decided to come back and bring food for Lan Xi, otherwise, if he was accused of mistreating a sub-male, his little life would be over.

He had managed to delay with Steward Gelie for ten minutes, and worried that the sub-male’s delicate stomach wouldn’t be able to tolerate casual breakfast food, he spent a large sum of money at the nearest sub-male online-famous shop to buy him a small cake.

Lu Qing handed the paper bag he held to the sub-male, “Breakfast.”

“You eat this for now—”

Lan Xi paused at the words, slowly looking at the paper bag in his hand, just about to say something, but the male Zerg didn’t give him the chance and rushed out like a whirlwind.

“I’ll be back this afternoon, okay—!!”

Then the door slammed shut with a bang.

Lan Xi: “…………”

Lan Xi lowered his eyes and slowly opened the paper bag, taking out the box inside.

The box was white, with pink lines outlining many strawberry shapes, and “Sweet-T” was printed on it in script.

Lan Xi remembered. He had heard about it a few years ago when playing with other sub-males; it was a very good dessert shop, very popular among sub-males.

However, Lan Xi rarely ate things from outside. His male father thought a Zerg might try to harm him through it, so Lan Xi had never tried it.

Lan Xi opened the box; inside was a palm-sized mousse cake with a strawberry nestled on top.

[Lan Xi, you are surrounded by predatory wolves; you must be vigilant of everything.]

His male father’s warning seemed to echo in Lan Xi’s ears again.

So he cautiously dug out a small spoonful and licked it.

…Mmm, it’s so sweet.

When Crete connected the communication, what he saw was his usually proper, dignified, and aloof sub-male best friend, wearing Patrick Star pajamas and seriously eating cake.

He barely managed not to spit out his water.

“Lan-Lan Xi, what… what the hell are you wearing? Pfft ha ha ha ha!!”

Lan Xi adjusted his glasses and smiled, “Is there anything wrong, Crete?”

Conditioned response, Crete was nervous whenever he saw his smile, “N-nothing.”

God above, why was he the only Zerg present at this historical moment.

“Did… did that male Zerg buy this for you?”

Lan Xi dug another spoonful of cake, “Yes, he specifically went to buy it last night.”

His tone, for some reason, sounded a little smug.

Crete thought this male Zerg was truly a talent, capable of making a Zerg like Lan Xi so down-to-earth.

“Ahem, it seems he’s taking good care of you?”

Lan Xi subtly curled his lips, not knowing what he was thinking, “It’s alright.”

“How’s the situation outside?”

Crete also put away his teasing expression, “Just as you expected, at first, those old fogeys in your family kept the matter completely hidden, seemingly still wanting to protect Saith.”

“I handed over some of the evidence to the Sub-Male Protection Association. Due to their pressure, Saith was put in jail this morning, but the conviction won’t be that fast. It will most likely be postponed until after you return,”

Lan Xi nodded, “How about the Council and the Royal Family?”

Crete replied, “The Council and the Royal Family are both aware of this matter. They were worried that the district troops under Saith’s command would pose a threat during the search for you, so they have assigned the task to me, but haven’t announced it publicly yet out of respect for the Aldridge family.”

Lan Xi narrowed his eyes. This won’t do; they need to let the other citizens of the Capital Star get in on the action…

Lan Xi thought of something, “By the way, did Ennis come looking for you?”

“Isn’t that obvious.” Crete looked at him speechlessly, “I was afraid he would give something away, so I didn’t tell him anything.”

“But he probably guessed a little and is using this to purge the dissidents within the family. He’s also preparing the public opinion side, and it seems the time is about right.”

Lan Xi smiled and praised: “…He should get a raise and promotion when I get back.”

Crete looked at the sub-male, who seemed quite happy to forget his troubles, and felt a toothache: “So, when do you plan to come back?”

If he delays too long, those old things might become suspicious, especially about his work ability.

“Hmm… tomorrow, I guess.” Lan Xi propped his chin up, “I want to stay with him a little longer.”

Crete: “…”