Chapter 23 The Sober Fei Chuan…

"Good day." Seeing Vison's rapidly changing expression, Feppos felt as if his throat was blocked, and he spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse.

Why did your expression change?

Does he prefer that silly guy who keeps clinging to him and can't do anything?

What good is there in that idiot? Even the lowest-ranking female insect knows that she has to go out and earn money and serve her master when she gets home, but that idiot is the one who has to take care of her!

Looking at the cold and indifferent Vison, a bitter feeling welled up in Feibos's heart.

Darkness and jealousy stained those clear red eyes a deep crimson.

Of course, his real eyes were never clear.

He has experienced too much, and simply cannot have the same eyes as "Feibos" who has forgotten everything, as clear as a river.

He knew full well that he was not a high-ranking general of the empire, like a silver moon hanging high in the sky, but a monster crawling in a dark ditch.

He lowered his head, covering the eyes that Vison disliked, and at the same time, concealing his somewhat distorted face.

Both of them are him, so why is he being treated like this?

Vison, however, was completely oblivious to his emotions. He calmly put on his clothes, got up, and walked out of the room: "Pack up, I'll be waiting for you in the living room."

*

“Tell me about it.” Ignoring all manners, Vincent, who was leaning back on the single sofa, listlessly raised his eyelids and looked at Fipos. “What’s wrong with you?”

Vison, whose sleep had been disturbed and who now had to face the awakened Fipos, was in a very bad mood.

“Physical symptoms caused by the turmoil in the mental sea.” Dressed impeccably, Fepos sat upright at one end of the Twin Insect Sofa closest to Vinson, keenly sensing Vinson’s current agitation.

“I remember comforting you many times on the spaceship?” Vinson frowned. “Was that pain of yours also?”

He not only thought of the original story where Phibos died due to a mental disturbance, but also wondered if Phibos's mental state was already this serious at that time.

Vison was somewhat irritated, his slender fingers unconsciously tapping the armrest.

He clearly remembered the insect doctor telling him that his level of mental power could greatly cure all types of mental disturbances in female insects. And back on the spaceship, describing their interactions many times would be an understatement; they were entangled day and night, practically wanting to devour each other...

"Thanks to your comforting words, I am much better, Your Excellency Vincent." Much better? The extent of the recovery was so miraculous that even the Insect Doctor called it a miracle.

"My mental turmoil is the result of years of accumulation. Even though you have healed me a lot, my mental turmoil still exists. Many of the accompanying illnesses cannot be completely cured so quickly, and the emergence of new symptoms is inevitable."

Fipos seemed to have gotten used to the pain.

He knew his body was in poor condition; the higher the level of the female insect, the more violent the mental turmoil.

This is also why his female father threw his file into the matching pool.

In reality, if he hadn't met Vison and been appeased by him, given his level, the matchmaking would have been just a formality, and he would have only faced certain death.

"The insect doctor determined that the irregular pain was also caused by a mental disturbance, but it's all better now." As he said this, a rare hint of pleasure crept into Feibos's tone.

This means he can finally return to his post.

The pain would occur randomly at one point in the week and would get progressively worse, usually concentrated in the abdomen. Of all the methods he had tried, only the time he inhaled Vison's pheromones provided relief.

But in the two weeks since he was taken in by Vison, the pain hasn't recurred once, so he should be cured.

Many symptoms caused by mental disturbances appear and disappear suddenly, which even the most skilled insect doctors cannot explain.

The Zerg's research on the Spirit Sea is still too superficial.

“The inspection report,” Vison said, spreading his hands concisely.

He already knew that the insect in front of him didn't care about its own body, and no longer believed its one-sided story.

Seeing his serious expression, Fepos obediently turned on his AI and handed Visen a report on his physical condition, which shouldn't be known to other insects.

Generally speaking, a general's physical report can only be viewed by the designated doctor, superiors, and the general's own lord, in addition to the designated doctor and superiors.

But he still handed it to Vison.

Although Vison couldn't understand much of the technical data, he could understand the diagnostic comments from various worm doctors.

“There are abnormal fluctuations in the mental sea... repeated and severe... the reaction to the inhibitor is too strong, the inhibitor needs to be discontinued... it is recommended to find a high-match, high-grade male insect for treatment... the rating is dangerous... rest is recommended..." Vincent looked at it intently and read out all the insect doctor's comments word by word.

Vison's voice was undoubtedly pleasant to hear, clear and cool, like a mountain stream crashing against a rock, ethereal and clear, but Feibos suddenly sensed the hidden anger beneath that calm and cool tone.

Perhaps it was the vague anger he sensed that ignited his impulse, or perhaps it was because Vincent had shown him too much tenderness and love during this period, or perhaps he simply couldn't bear to hold on to him.

"Can you help me, Your Excellency Vison?" he asked abruptly.

"What?" Vincent looked at him, his eyes filled with unreadable emotions. He knew perfectly well what he was asking, but he insisted that he explain it word by word.

"After being comforted by you, my aftereffects are particularly severe. I can no longer use inhibitors, and I will need to find high-level male insects to comfort me in the future. So you have to take responsibility for me, right?"

Fipos looked up, his expression shifting, a smile playing on his lips, and a sharp edge he had never shown to Vison was revealed in his casual tone.

This is the complete opposite of "simple Fipose," and represents one aspect of General Fipose.

"Oh? Are you trying to scam me now, Admiral Feppos?"

Vison looked into those sharp and determined eyes, feeling both amused and annoyed, and laughed out loud. He stared intently at Fei Bosi, emphasizing the word "General" at the end of his sentence.

The tension was palpable, like a tightly wound string.

In the end, it was Fipos who backed down first.

"I wouldn't dare, but I really need you." He understood that Vison was only responsive to gentle persuasion and not force.

He knelt on the floor, his incomparably handsome face resting on Vison's knees, looking up at him with slightly moist eyes.

This is also a common way for the innocent and naive "Feibosi" to act cute.

But the version made by the current Fipos feels completely different, carrying a sense of aggression.

Vison lifted his face with his fingers, and Fipos obediently complied.

Vincent's voice was so soft it was almost a whisper: "Where did you learn that?"

Fipos remained silent, simply gazing at him, waiting for that answer.

He had never learned it; he had only accidentally stumbled upon his female father groping his male father a few times. After all, the two of them were so engrossed in each other that they completely ignored the existence of all the other insects.

He has always had a good memory, and he can remember certain techniques for showing weakness to male insects with just one glance.

When a powerful person with a face that looks exactly like yours looks obediently looking up at you, can you refuse their request?

Vison knew he couldn't refuse.

But Vison didn't want to agree to it.

If he agrees, it means they'll be entangled again. What about all those harsh words he said before? What about this six-month gap? He's always been a man of his word.

And does this insect really want to get entangled with him?

Vison's hesitation led Fipos to misunderstand something, and he leaned on Vison's hand with a kind of obedience that Vison disliked.

"It's just a treatment relationship, Lord Vison. You don't need to worry about anything else. Besides, I've already put the file into the matchmaking pool, so you can rest assured that I'll leave as soon as I'm matched..."

But he omitted the fact that he anticipated a hopeless match time, and that it was as if he hadn't even placed an order.

“You mean…” Vinson interrupted him angrily, grabbing his chin fiercely. He didn’t know what the matchmaking pool meant, but he understood “Don’t worry about anything” and “You will leave on your own”.

He was so angry that he forced a laugh: "So what's our relationship? A clandestine affair? Or just friends with benefits? Is this a place you can come and go as you please?"

Lan Ke is right; female insects are the best at deceiving male insects.

Damn it.

No, that's not what I meant.

Ignoring the pain in his chin from being pinched, Faber saw Vinson's fierce and extremely angry expression and instantly panicked, shaking his head rapidly, his lips even turning pale.

"And what do you mean by that?" Vison pressed further, his tone sharp.

Fipos opened his mouth several times, but could not utter a rebuttal.

So, what kind of relationship could they have?

Could he possibly dream of this noble lady's position as a queen? Nor could he possibly be a servant.

They fell into a long silence, and in that silence, Vison felt his heart sinking lower and lower.

"I will obey Your Excellency Vison."

They are what they say they are.

He said they were secret lovers, so they were secret lovers; he said they had no relationship, so they had no relationship. He controlled all the ups and downs and definitions of their relationship.

Fipos lowered his eyes and looked down.

Vincent stared at him, his anger rising to new heights, yet he had no way to vent it. He desperately wanted to bite off the insect's neck, feeling that only then could he slightly reduce his rage, but seeing the insect's timid and meek appearance, seemingly heartbroken, devoid of its former sharpness, he felt powerless.

"I agree."

Finally, Vincent released his grip on his chin, his voice heavy with exhaustion. He leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes as if to catch up on sleep: "Come back tomorrow."

Fipos slowly stood up, opened his mouth to explain, but didn't know where to begin. He couldn't even guess why Vincent was angry or what he was thinking.

There was an imperceptible sadness and loss in his heart.

He didn't want to be a lover, but what else could he ask for?

Many male insects are notorious for their promiscuity, preferring females who require no responsibility. He's already so well-behaved, what more could he possibly want? What more could he possibly desire?

As Fei Pos thought this, he unconsciously said it aloud, with a hint of grievance in his voice.

Although the sound was very soft, Vison still heard it.

Anger was instantly ignited.

This bug is truly unmatched in its ability to annoy him, and it always comes up with something new.

"So sensible? He's treating him like a monster!"

He had no intention of answering Fei Pos's question. He let out a few cold snorts, his full red lips curled into a sneer, and his beautiful face was full of anger, mockery and indifference.

Don't argue with him; he doesn't understand anything.

Vison silently repeated to himself, trying his best to suppress any sarcastic remarks about Fipos's views, and also to avoid getting angry at Fipos.

Fipos stood there, looking at the thin, lonely figure on the sofa with his eyes closed, hidden in the shadows, and couldn't help but call out to Vincent, but then didn't know what else to say.

"Lord Vison."

Vison didn't respond, as if he were really asleep, or as if he was being given one last chance to say something.

After pondering for a long time, Fipos said dryly what he thought was the best he could offer: "The Gesilian family will give you a generous reward and will also agree to your conditions."

"No need, get out." Vincent didn't expect to get such a sentence after waiting for so long. His old and new anger combined, and he couldn't control himself and really lost his temper. His big eyes, which were filled with fire, glared fiercely at Feibos.

Upon hearing Vison's command, the butler robot grabbed a broom and rushed towards Feibos.

“I’m leaving. Don’t be angry, Lord Vinson.” Feppos used his body to brace against the robot’s broom as he backed away, his eyes fixed on Vinson’s face, which was flushed with anger and made him look even more vibrant.

The robot wouldn't stop until it swept him back to the threshold.

At this point, he realized that he had offended the male insect by speaking inappropriately, but he really didn't know what to say or do.

He waited a while longer and saw that Vinson had his head down and seemed less angry, so he lifted his foot and continued walking out the door.

Behind him, Vison looked up at his back, his eyes filled with anger and hurt.

Vison, Vison, how did you become like a love-struck fool, getting stuck on a single insect over and over again?

Oh no, they've never been in a relationship. At most, he's just hopelessly in love.

Thinking of this, he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

It's often said that the best way to demystify something is to actually obtain it.

Perhaps, if they keep getting entangled, they'll get tired of each other.

He got a dark-skinned female insect that smelled like oranges, was exactly his ideal size, and had a perfect figure. She didn't even ask him to take responsibility for her, saying that she would have nothing to do with him in the future. In the end, he was the one who benefited, wasn't he?

Then I thought of that last statement from the insect, which made him so angry he wanted to die.

Vincent sneered, thinking, "And this bug even wants to give me popcorn. It's something you couldn't find even with a lantern in the human world."

*

Fipos went back and pondered the matter all night as if it were a major military decision, his usually stern face filled with inner turmoil.

Although Lord Vison later told him to get lost, he had previously promised to appease him and let him come back tomorrow.

So, in general, he can go tomorrow, right?

But what if we anger Lord Vison again?

Thinking of this, the general felt as if he had returned to the time when he first led troops into battle, feeling tense and anxious.

Despite having an extremely indifferent personality, someone who doesn't care about anything, she stayed up all night searching for posts like "How to please a male insect?" and "How to make a male insect happy?"

Although he blushed as he read through all the posts about the positions and how female insects always wear clothes in bed, he still read all the posts carefully. He then picked out a few methods that were presentable and that he could use the next day, and wrote them down in a notebook as if he were taking notes of military key points.

Before the sun had even risen, the general spent several hours choosing his clothes, though in the end he wore the same uniform he had worn many times in front of Vincent.

I went early to queue up at the dessert shop recommended on the forum.

The cakes at this dessert shop are exquisitely designed and adorable, made with high-quality ingredients, and are expensive and small. A single slice can cost as much as a female soldier's monthly salary, but the desserts here are unanimously loved by most male insects.

That's enough.

This has made the dessert shop always in short supply. A bunch of female soldiers who have dates that day will line up early before the shop even opens, hoping to buy a piece to win the favor of their male counterparts.

Previously, Feibos scoffed at it, but now Feibos has become one of those queuing up.

*

At eight o'clock in the morning, a guest arrived.

Vison dreamt of fighting a general all night, and when he woke up, he felt even more tired than if he hadn't slept at all.

Upon hearing the doorbell, without even looking to see who it was, the person vaguely directed the mechanical butler to open the door.

This place is heavily guarded; only authorized insects can enter.

Moreover, very few insects knew his home address, and Vincent really couldn't think of anyone who would be visiting so early.

Vincent, with a piece of bread in his mouth, strolled over and met Fipos, who was standing at the door carrying a box and looking somewhat reserved.

He was stunned. The culprit that had kept him up all night was now at his doorstep.

“Lord Vissen.” Fipos looked at him, a hint of surprise on his face.

There were no classes today, and Vison was wearing loose, comfortable pajamas.

These pajamas were bought by Lan Ke. Overflowing with fatherly love, Lan Ke bought them according to his little boy's standards, so the pajamas even have cute patterns on them.

Vison had just woken up, his black hair was still unkempt, with a few strands sticking up unruly. Coupled with his dazed expression, he looked exceptionally cute and endearingly domestic.

When did Faber see Vison like this?

Normally, he only sees high-ranking male insects who are impeccably dressed and decisive in their work.

Of course, he had seen the strong, beautiful, undeniable, and sometimes shy Lord Vison in bed, but he had never seen Vison so gentle and soft in everyday life.

His gentle nature always leaves room for the insect's imagination.

The scene now resembles him returning from a night shift at the military headquarters and encountering a powerful lord who has just woken up, frowning and scolding him for not warming his bed for him last night.

"Come in." Vincent didn't have many ulterior motives. He glanced at Fipos briefly, then turned away, continuing to bite into his bread, his expression indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Fipos thought this should be a good sign, indicating that Lord Vison was no longer angry with him... right?

Vison let him in but ignored him, drinking his milk and continuing to eat his unfinished breakfast.

Wearing slippers from the same collection as Vinson and dressed in a full military uniform, Faber stood in the hall, creating a stark contrast with Vinson, who had messy hair and was eating breakfast at the table in cartoon pajamas. Surprisingly, the contrast didn't seem out of place.

"I brought some small cakes, I hope you'll like them." Fipos gently placed the delicate and tempting small cakes in front of Vincent, his words carrying a subtle yet unmistakable hint of flattery that he himself might not have noticed.

Vincent didn't even glance at the small cake. He casually pulled out a tissue from the side to wipe his mouth, met those expectant eyes, and smiled maliciously: "I don't like desserts. I hate sweet things, especially cakes."

That's true.

*

His mother was a renowned biological researcher. When he was a child, she was very strict, even harsh, about his diet. Cakes covered in cream of unknown quality were always blacklisted.

He also had the common problem of children at that time: he liked sweet things.

Once, his deskmate, seeing that he was good-looking, brought a small cake and wanted to be friends with him. He ate half of it, but couldn't bear to eat the other half, so he secretly took it home. He hid in the stairwell to eat it, but his mother saw him.

Her face changed drastically on the spot, and she roared furiously, "I quit my job and spent so much time taking care of you, and you're here secretly eating this kind of stuff?!"

This was the first time he had seen his usually gentle mother with a look of "collapse" on her face.

He was terrified when he was a child, and all he could do was cry. The cake fell to the ground and became a mess, like something dirty had been smeared on the floor.

Later on, his "family" fell apart.

His mother and father had a big fight. His mother went back to her favorite job, while his father continued to tinker with his machinery. He was the only one who was "abandoned," left with only a few nannies and housekeepers to take care of him. He might not see his parents again for more than half a year.

For a long time, he was trapped inside a piece of cake and couldn't get out. He even wondered many times if everything would have been fine if he hadn't eaten the cake, or if everything would have been fine if he had behaved well, or if it was all his fault. If he hadn't brought the cake home, his family wouldn't have fallen apart.

For a long time, he would vomit nervously whenever he saw a cake. He stopped interacting with people and his personality became increasingly eccentric and strange.

It wasn't until he finally grew up and received psychotherapy that he slowly pulled himself out of that terrible past.

Now he no longer reacts to the sight of cake, but he still dislikes overly sweet flavors and cloyingly sweet things.

*

"I'm sorry." Fipose quickly threw the cake into the nearby trash can, making it disappear from Vinson's sight. He lowered his head and sincerely apologized, "It was my oversight."

He acted swiftly and decisively, without asking any further questions, which surprised Vison. He looked up and unexpectedly discovered that Vison was extremely sincere and genuinely felt apologetic towards him from the bottom of his heart.

He has met many people, and many of them have given him cakes for various reasons. He has refused them without hesitation and expressed his strong dislike for cakes.

But some of those people would directly scold him for not knowing what's good for him and for not being appreciative. Others would apologize to him on the surface, but in their hearts they still didn't take it seriously, thinking that he was aloof and difficult to get along with, and their perfunctory apologies were written all over their faces.

They don't understand how much disgust and annoyance it can cause others by presenting them with things they dislike, even if those things are liked by many people.

But in Feppos, Vison saw genuine remorse; he was truly sorry for bringing the cake to him.

This insect always manages to surprise him in various ways.

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The author's note: It's quite amusing when young couples bicker.