Chapter 29 Wife, who is this person...?
Hmm...
At her most excited moment, Ling Qiu gripped the chain tightly with one hand and Anbote's waist tightly with the other. She was a little carried away. In the past, even when she needed to satisfy similar needs, she would just do it herself.
But now there is a beautiful male body, and it is completely made according to her fantasy, which is of course even more exciting.
He himself felt excited, but he didn't know what to do.
"You don't know how to do this at all?" she asked in a slightly hoarse voice, tapping the tip of His nose with her fingertip, gazing into His human-like eyes, where her reflection was the only thing visible.
“Me?” He said, “I also want to kiss you like that.”
"Yes, of course you can." Ling Qiu granted her permission.
But Anbot's kisses are simple. He says a kiss is a pure kiss, unlike Ling Qiu, who bites and licks the parts he likes, and sometimes even sucks on them.
Anbote didn't kiss her; he just kissed her intermittently. Even so, he seemed quite engrossed. Ling Qiu watched as he kissed her neck three times in a row, and even seemed somewhat reluctant to part.
"Right? You had no idea?" Ling Qiu said, her gaze slowly falling on His fingers.
Those were her specially made fingers, long and strong, dark in color, and very beautiful in shape.
“Do as I say.” Ling Qiu grabbed his wrist and sat down, thinking that the feeling in her fingers would be much better.
However, she was still a little worried.
"Anbot, help me relieve the pain." Ling Qiu brushed a strand of her long hair behind her neck. Her hair was almost past her shoulders, and its jet-black color exuded the unique charm of an Eastern woman.
Even though the monster didn't know what she was going to do next, it did as she was told.
Then, as Ling Qiu's body slowly sank, He gradually opened His eyes wide.
"Hahaha..." This was the first time Ling Qiu had seen an expression of surprise on His face, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"It seems this won't work." Ling Qiu shook her head.
She was about to give up when, just as she was about to get up, Anbot's hand, which had been wrapped around her waist, suddenly tightened its grip on her. He didn't intend to let her get up like that.
Then, Ling Qiu saw those winding tentacles.
She paused for a moment, hesitated, and then heard Him say in a low and hurried voice, "It's been washed."
Ling Qiu pursed her lips, because she could no longer give any reason to refuse. She held Anbote's shoulders tightly, and her breathing gradually quickened.
Ah, this feels pretty good.
As night fell, the moon, like the sun, could not shine on the city's surface. It was pitch black outside, and no stars could be seen. Ling Qiu lowered her eyes and was lost in a passionate kiss with the monster.
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The next morning, when Ling Qiu woke up, she subconsciously looked at her watch; it was 8:30.
She sat up in bed, about to get out, when she discovered that her bedding had been changed to a clean set sometime during the night.
It wasn't this set last night, so it's obvious that Anbote changed it.
Ling Qiu got out of bed. She was a little hungry and wanted to find something to eat. Last night's events hadn't left her with any discomfort. She even felt very relaxed, as if someone had stretched her muscles and bones.
Stepping out of the bedroom, Ling Qiu smelled the aroma of food. Without a doubt, her virtuous, monstrous fiancé had brought out some new treats again.
She quickened her pace expectantly, and then saw Him in the kitchen, wearing an apron.
"Hmm? What are you cooking?" Ling Qiu curiously leaned closer, but at the same time, she was a little uninterested. Ah, He made it himself? It probably doesn't taste very good.
Sure enough, it looked red and black. Although it smelled okay, it didn't look appetizing at all.
Tsk.
Never mind, she'll just go to the refrigerator and get some nutritional supplements to drink.
As Ling Qiu opened the refrigerator, about to take out a dose of nutrient solution, a hand stopped her.
Ling Qiu looked up and saw that Anbote was still focused on making soup. Both of his hands were busy, but there was a third hand trying to stop him.
"I'm hungry," Ling Qiu said frankly.
“The soup will be ready soon,” He said.
"..." Ling Qiu suddenly felt that Anbote's voice was a little different today, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what was different.
"Is that stuff really drinkable?" Ling Qiu wondered.
Is it the kind of drink that will kill you immediately? Even if she's prepared to die at any moment, she can't die in such a hasty situation.
In the few minutes that her mind was in turmoil, Anbote had already ladled out the dark stuff. Ling Qiu looked at it, scratching her head in frustration. Ah? She didn't want to drink this.
And for some reason, she felt that Anbote's atmosphere was particularly strange today. Since she wasn't quite sure what was strange about it, she felt it was very eerie.
When Anbote brought the soup to Ling Qiu, she could even see two bubbles rising to the surface...
Ling Qiu scratched his head and said, forcing himself to speak, "I don't want to drink it."
"Why?"
Compared to the anger of being rejected, Ling Qiu felt that Anbote's reaction at this moment was actually more like... being stunned.
"Hmm... I want something sweet, like a soft and fragrant cake or something," Ling Qiu said. This dark-colored thing, whether it looked or smelled, probably wasn't sweet.
Damn it, I hope He's not angry!
"Hmm." After saying that, He took the soup from the table and then brought out a cake for Ling Qiu.
Ling Qiu took a bite of cake and observed His expression. He seemed a little unhappy?
However, Anbote's displeasure was not expressed to her; it was more like he was just throwing a tantrum, a feeling that Ling Qiu found very strange.
"Are you unhappy because I didn't drink your soup?" Ling Qiu asked.
“No,” He said.
Ling Qiu thought for a moment, then asked, "Did you like last night?"
"……like."
Ling Qiu chuckled and patted the spot next to her: "Would you like to share this cake with me? It's still a bit too much for me."
Anbote put down the soup and obediently sat down.
Oh my! It's unbelievable, it looks just like a little dog.
After finishing the cake, Ling Qiu opened her Hilink account and read the text that her boss, Holt, had used to insult her after breaking down her defenses. She only replied with a few words: "Hehehe," and then blocked him again.
Just kidding, she doesn't need to pretend anymore.
I feel like my life is too leisurely right now. What should I do?
Ling Qiu wasn't really interested in this kind of news, but out of professional habit, she clicked on it and took a look. Then she found herself unable to look away.
In the video, a female corpse is tied to a chair and confined in a closed space. When the countdown ends, with a loud bang, the body on the chair is blown to pieces. The narration says: "This explosion test was very successful. We have seen with our own eyes that even a complex structure like the human body can be blown to powder. There was no blood, no brain matter, no dung at the scene. We celebrate this!"
She clearly remembered that Wang Zheng told her that he had donated his mother's body to a research center to study brain diseases.
An instinctive habit led Ling Qiu to begin investigating. She had previously worked on government and military matters and had access to their internal transaction accounts. Ling Qiu discovered that after obtaining the remains from Wang Zheng, this so-called research center immediately sold them to the military for 6,000 Mandarin dollars for experiments.
Ling Qiu's fingertips were a little numb. She stared at the transaction record expressionlessly, and the image of Wang Zheng's mother being blown to pieces kept replaying in her mind. It was somewhat absurd, even ridiculous, and even... disgusting.
An indescribable shock assaulted Ling Qiu's stomach. She rushed into the bathroom and began to dry heave while holding onto the toilet.
"What's wrong?" Anbot's voice came from behind her.
Ling Qiu slowly stood up, shook her head, and replied lazily, "It's nothing, I just feel a little nauseous. I'll be fine after resting for a while."
nausea?
Ling Qiu leaned over Anbote and collapsed onto the single sofa to rest, so she didn't notice that Anbote's expression had become quite subtle.
His gaze was fixed on her face, then slowly moved to her stomach.
His brow furrowed, then relaxed, then furrowed again.
The doorbell rang, and Ling Qiu got up to look. To her surprise, it was Wang Zheng.
The rumors about the infectious disease were dispelled without a trace. The outside world was in complete chaos these past few days, and some people even went to protest in front of Madsen Hospital. Of course, none of this had anything to do with Ling Qiu.
Ling Qiu opened the door directly.
"What is it?" she asked cautiously, her jawline taut.
"It's nothing, it's just... I made some butter cookies, and I was wondering if you'd like some." Wang Zheng was still unusually shy, and he probably hadn't had surgery yet, as he was squinting when he looked at Ling Qiu.
"..." Ling Qiu really wanted to refuse. She didn't like cookies, but looking at Wang Zheng's expression, she suddenly felt a little reluctant.
"Oh, really!" she exclaimed happily. "Great! I really want it!"
Upon hearing this, Wang happily handed her the cookies. Ling Qiu opened the box and saw that the cookies were still slightly steaming, yellowish in color, and didn't look very appetizing.
Ling Qiu blinked a few times quickly and asked, "How did the surgery go?"
"I've already made arrangements, it can be done next week," Wang Zheng said with a smile. "Thank you for your concern, I'll be going now."
"Um... Wang Zheng," Ling Qiu called out to him, "What's the state of your eyesight now? Can you see the words on the screen? Or... videos and movies?"
“That…” Wang Zheng shook his head. “I can barely see the videos, and I can’t read the words. Now I rely on AI recognition to transmit the information to my brain for work. Of course, it’s a bit inefficient… My boss told me that if my eyes can’t be cured, he’ll fire me.”
"Haha... But thankfully, thanks to you, I can have the surgery next week."
"Hmm..." Ling Qiu instructed, "You need to have a good surgery, and you need to rest after the surgery. Try not to look at electronic screens or anything like that... I heard that it takes about a week to recover for the best results."
"Really? You investigated this specifically for me? Thank you, Ling Qiu!" Wang Zheng seemed very moved. "Actually, Ling Qiu... I was indeed a bit abrupt last time, but as for you... actually..."
"Aren't you leaving yet?" Anbot suddenly appeared behind Ling Qiu, his gaze aggressive, yet his words ambiguous, "Wife, who is this person?"
Ling Qiu hissed at the address, understanding Wang Zheng's implication, so she readily agreed: "He's the neighbor downstairs, dear."
Wang Zheng's expression suddenly turned very awkward. He quickly shut his mouth, and his face visibly turned red.
"Ah, then, I'll be going now."
"Okay, goodbye." Ling Qiu closed the door.
Ling Qiu looked at the cookies in her arms, took one out and took a bite. Hmm... it was just an ordinary cookie. She really didn't like the crunchy texture.
After barely managing to eat one, she put the lid back on and casually placed the cookie in a corner.
Then, Ling Qiu realized that Anbote had been staring at her the whole time.
"...What's wrong?" she asked.
"..." He looked away. "It's nothing."
"Huh?" Ling Qiu was a little confused. This guy always said what he meant, so why did he suddenly start beating around the bush?
Without thinking, He glanced at the box of cookies again.
Ling Qiu didn't pay attention to Anbot's unusual behavior. She was just thinking that she had already reminded Wang Zheng, and hoped that he... would never see that news.
"When are we planning to get married?" Anbot asked abruptly, catching Ling Qiu off guard.
"Weren't we... talking about autumn?" Ling Qiu murmured. "Why are we suddenly talking about this?"
She grew suspicious. Was this guy planning to make her a sacrifice? Was marriage a prerequisite for the sacrifice? And what was that strange pot of liquid He had fed her this morning? Was it cursed?
Tsk.
I have absolutely no idea what the monster is thinking.
“…I’m just worried that it might be too late,” He replied.
Too late for what? I knew it, didn't I? It was definitely too late for the sacrificial ceremony or something, wasn't it?
Ling Qiu's expression grew increasingly calm. No, there was still one thing she hadn't done. Anbot seemed anxious, and she needed to speed things up.
After that, Ling Qiu didn't mention marriage again, and neither did Anbote until that night.
After taking a shower, Ling Qiu lay in bed. She first pretended to browse the forum for a while, then looked for orders on Hilink to see if there were any she could take on. After that, she opened her history and slowly scrolled through it.
Her expression grew increasingly drowsy, and her eyes became more and more unfocused. Ling Qiu fell asleep after the mouse cursor hovered over a news record she had read.
The room lights were still on, and the door wasn't closed. The monster walked in, first turning off the lights for her, and then, as it was turning off her computer and covering her with a blanket, its gaze swept over the record.
Why this particular entry? Was it just a coincidence? He remembered that she never had the habit of looking through history records…
So He clicked on the news and found it was a news report about a military explosion.
Then He saw the woman tied to the chair. It was… He had seen this woman before. She was the mother of the man named Wang Zheng on the third floor. She had died a few days ago.
He knew all about her conversation with Wang Zheng, so He quickly realized what had happened.
Are we going to feel sad for such an insignificant person?
This kind of completely unnecessary emotion...
Just then, Ling Qiu's fingers suddenly clenched. As if she were dreaming, she gripped the blanket tightly, and the rustling sound attracted the monster's attention.
"No..." she murmured.
The monster had excellent hearing and heard everything clearly. It stared at Ling Qiu's expression and saw that she was frowning and looking pained. Just as it was about to invade her dream and see what she was dreaming about, it heard Ling Qiu scream.
"Ah!!! No!!!" Ling Qiu suddenly woke up, then covered her head in a daze, her whole body trembling.
Before his mind could process it, his body seemed to react faster; Ambot had already embraced her tightly.
"What's wrong?" He asked, his voice becoming so gentle.
But Ling Qiu didn't care about that. She screamed and dodged away: "Don't touch me! Stay away from me! Give me back my mother!"
The monster paused slightly as it reached out its fingertips towards her. Mother? This wasn't the first time it had heard that word from her.
He clearly remembered that a few days earlier, on the light rail to the hospital for a check-up, she had a dream in which she held onto Him tightly and wouldn't let go.
He examined her dream but did not interfere.
"Ling Qiu?" The monster instinctively tried to comfort her; she seemed very agitated.
But she was clearly terrified; as she saw Him approaching, she desperately tried to back away.
He enjoyed watching her cunning, her mischievous expressions, and her smile at Him.
The reason lies with her mother?
The truth is inseparable from these things, and it's easy to imagine.
“It’s me, Ling Qiu.” He didn’t try to get closer to her again; He didn’t want to see her looking so frightened like a little rabbit anymore.
This displeased Him; His bride should be strong.
However, He couldn't take his displeasure out on Ling Qiu; instead, he felt uncomfortable himself.
“You had a dream, it’s not real.” His voice had a strangely soothing effect.
Ling Qiu sensed it, because her already calm emotions were becoming even more stagnant, almost turning into a pool of still water.
Influenced by this emotion, Ling Qiu lowered her hand, and her terrified expression gradually disappeared.
He can do this kind of thing? What is this? Controlling people's emotions?
However, since she had already started, she couldn't give up halfway.
“…Amberton.” She called His name softly, then slowly snuggled into His arms. “I had a terrible dream.”
“Yes, I know,” He said.
"I dreamt of my mother..." Ling Qiu said to herself, her voice sounding extremely pitiful.
"I miss my mom so much." Her voice trembled slightly with tears.
Ling Qiu felt terrible. She had only been putting on an act to fool Him at first, so why did her eyes start to sting when she said this line?
She buried her face in the monster's chest, and soon the monster felt a dampness and heard her soft sobbing in its ear.
An indescribable soreness came from his chest, a feeling the monster disliked.
"Can you... take me back to the past to see my mother?" she whispered, as if afraid of being rejected.
Traveling through time and space is not difficult for Him.
However, if we want to include a human being in the universal sense, we need to pay a price.
In the silence, He began to consider whether such a price was worthwhile and worthwhile, after all, He had only initially intended to...
“Bobo…” she hugged his neck tightly.
“Okay,” He said softly, “I will take you there.”
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