Wedding Night

One year ago.

On the third day after the 100% match result came out, Ivy received the marriage application form.

A thick and heavy pile.

The delivery robot politely reminded that the data had loosened several nails on its robotic arm and required prompt repair.

At first, Ivy thought it was an advanced mathematics textbook sent by the school.

After opening it, I was dumbfounded.

This marriage application was drafted and completed unilaterally by her partner, Mr. Hector.

Because of the special nature of his identity, the application that originally only required a thin piece of paper became as thick as a book. Ivy flipped through a few pages and quickly signed her name on the last page.

In her eyes, this marriage based on a mate selection questionnaire was like a breeding experiment on a scientific pig farm.

They are the guinea pigs in this experiment.

All right.

This kind of words cannot be said to outsiders, especially to this "partner" who fell from the sky. He works for the government and holds important responsibilities in the military. Nowadays, the size of the world's population is also closely related to his work.

Who knows whether Hector himself was behind these series of measures to promote population growth?

What Ivy couldn't understand even more was why the other party's 100% match would be her?

She did think she was very good, but judging from Hector's old-fashioned personality, the requirements he listed would probably not be as simple as "excellent".

No matter what, being able to match her is a rare luck for the other party.

Ivy: “Unbelievable”

Ivy: "That doesn't look like a marriage application, it looks more like his resume!"

Ivy: "Can you imagine? It even includes his entire resume from childhood to adulthood."

Ivy: "There's even a certificate from his kindergarten long-distance running competition."

Ivy: "Is this person looking for a job?"

Ivy: “Oh my god.”

Ivy: "You won't believe what I saw. I found personal information of his friends in it."

Ivy: "I feel like I'm reading about the first half of Mr. Hector's life"

Ivy: “Is he a robot?”

Her good friend Lily read her long string of messages and was shocked along with her.

Lily: "Calming"

Lily: "Currently the law does not allow people to marry androids, clones or robots"

Lily: "But most of those who can reach this position are ruthless people..."

Lily: "Do you really want to marry this person?"

Ivy: TVT

Ivy: “Yes”

Yes.

She had no choice.

I have already decided to use marriage to exchange for the freedom to choose my job, so it seems inappropriate to regret it at this moment.

Lily was very sympathetic: "Bless you"

Lily: "I sincerely hope you have a pleasant chat with this mysterious 'robot-like' gentleman."

Having a good chat?

She couldn't imagine what common language she could have with someone who still insisted on writing letters on paper with a pen.

Fortunately, the other party is a workaholic and is currently carrying out a confidential mission. Under this situation, it is normal for couples to spend less time together and more time apart, and she does not have to be constrained by this marriage.

But there was one thing Ivy didn't expect.

She didn't see him until the wedding day.

Mr. Hector is busier than Ivy thought.

He was so busy with military duties that he was still chasing a runaway robot on his wedding day. He was so absent from the oath-taking that he just hurried to the dinner where the guests were toasting to the celebration.

Ivy was already drunk at that time.

Although I was prepared to treat this marriage as a job, it was still a big deal.

Ivy was a little depressed because her partner was absent from most aspects of the wedding.

What made her even more depressed was that her two ex-boyfriends were also at the wedding.

If Ivy didn't know their character, she would really think they were here to make fun of her.

Over the past few decades, the government has been committed to eliminating class differences, but it has been difficult to completely eradicate them. Everyone thought that the revolution of artificial intelligence would bring new productivity, but they did not expect that the rapid development of technology would aggravate the imbalance in the distribution of social resources.

Ivy and her friends are fortunate to live in a relatively stable area, but they cannot achieve complete equality for all.

Just like Hector.

Not to mention that his parents hold important positions and work for secret departments; his resume alone is stunning enough, so stunning that when his father learned that he was the perfect match, he changed from a firm believer in "rejecting government-arranged marriages" to "Daughter, are you really not going to reconsider this?"

This marriage, which is based on information matching but has no emotional foundation and a large difference in status, is currently not favored by the public.

Ivy wasn't the only one who had this "just like breeding" thought.

Some groups are very opposed to this information form, believing that the government is illegally collecting their personal privacy, and then protesting that this violates human rights; sexual orientation is homosexual, heterosexual, heterosexual who thinks they are homosexual, homosexual who thinks they are heterosexual - all are fine, but some people's partner orientation is non-human objects, including but not limited to tables, chairs, shoes, trees, animals (whether this is a crime is still under discussion) -

Their partners were not allowed to fill out the mate preference survey, which they felt was discriminated against.

As the first successful match between the couple, the pressure this marriage was under can be imagined.

Bride-to-be Ivy felt slightly anxious.

Due to different aesthetic tastes, many subjective requirements cannot be strictly enforced. For example, writing "I want a handsome guy" on a mate selection questionnaire may not necessarily lead to success.

It is well known that if you throw a shoe into a men's toilet, nine out of ten men who are hit by it will think they are very handsome, and the remaining one will think he is extremely handsome.

She didn't know what the matched man looked like, and she didn't dare look at his photo - what if he showed her no interest at all?

There were also detailed measurements of her body type, some of which were the data that Ivy was going to use to customize her partner robot, and some of the numbers were accurate to the millimeter.

It is worth mentioning that a number of these figures are exaggerated.

When she was ordering her partner robot, her good friend Lily sent her a reminder text message.

"Don't order it based on those erotic novels. If you order it based on those things, you'll probably need anesthesia to get it inserted."

Before Ivy had time to correct her mistakes, she was asked to fill out the survey form. There was a word count requirement for the form, so she pasted and copied the first draft of the custom companion robot document.

Things started to spiral out of control from then on.

Lily asked Ivy in surprise what she had filled in to be matched with him.

Ivy wanted to give up on her and replied, so she filled out something that required anesthesia to succeed.

The remaining rationality made her reply restrained.

"Make a sincere wish to God"

At the wedding banquet, her ex-boyfriends also came to toast her. The older one said some polite words to make things happen, smiled and wished her a happy marriage, and considerately reminded her that drinking less is bad for the brain.

A man of similar age to her couldn't hold his temper and held the wine glass tightly, so tightly that you could hear the crackling of his knuckles. He gritted his teeth and said in a sarcastic tone: "You finally got what you wanted."

Ivy automatically interpreted it as "finally successfully entering the expedition team."

She smiled happily in response.

The other party didn't look very happy.

Fortunately, Ivy has always been emotionally indifferent - or rather, heartless.

Not only her ex-boyfriends of the same age, but also some teachers and friends would comment on her in this way, saying that they rarely see those strong and deep emotions from her, and she seems to have shut those things out;

The only person who commented otherwise was the older ex-boyfriend, who stroked Ivy's hair and said she just didn't want to go through the process of losing a love she'd lost.

The other party is an excellent doctor with a strong bookish air, mellow like a bottle of old wine, but he is not suitable for Ivy.

In short, after drinking the wine offered by her ex-boyfriends in an awkward manner, Ivy was already a little tipsy.

It was also at this time that Hector finally arrived at the wedding banquet and found her accurately in the crowd.

Ivy couldn't remember how he brought her to the resting place. Both parents prepared a residence for the newlyweds, a clean, spacious house with excellent soundproofing, but she kept shaking her head and repeating that she wanted to go home.

Hector drove her.

After entering the house, she explained the current situation to her parents.

Ivy stumbled back to the room first and lay down on the bed, motionless.

Ivy, who was lying on the bed, heard Hector say goodbye and was stopped by her parents.

My father said awkwardly: "...After all, you are already married and this is your wedding night...Besides, relationships need to be nurtured..."

Hector's voice was low and emotionless, like a freshly made spruce double bass: "I know."

Ivy wasn't sure what her father meant by "nurturing relationships."

For the sake of being a biological child, you shouldn't force me into bed with you.

The footsteps came closer and closer, and she heard him close the door. Something beside her sank slightly. He was sitting next to her, some distance away.

Ivy looked at him from the side. She couldn't see his face, only his hands. They were broad, with long fingers and a strong sense of bone. There was a long scar on the back of his right hand, which looked like the scratch caused by a hot bullet passing through at high speed.

Today's medical technology is very advanced. It takes less than a month to remove a scar like this, but he still has it.

Either they hold a grudge or they don't care about appearance.

The pair of hands with ugly scars were very restrained. They didn't touch her face, undress her, or take out anything of his to dirty her.

Lucky for her, Ivy thought, she wasn't matched with a thirsty villain.

The buttons of his cuffs were undone and his black shirt was rolled up, revealing a pair of beautifully muscular arms. He looked very powerful and surprisingly, he had done a good job of managing his body hair, so he looked neat and clean, and didn't look dirty or wild.

He smelled like cool, polished metal, too.

The man leaned forward: "You look thirsty."

Affirmative sentences are the kind of people who habitually give orders.

Ivy said nothing.

The other party took this as a tacit agreement and poured her a glass of water, but she didn't drink it, nor did she try to persuade him, she just put it on the table.

Then he began to undress.

Ivy finally noticed that he was wearing a black military uniform.

This partner, who was a perfect match for her, was tall, with broad shoulders and a thin waist. Dark and silver-white military belts tightly bound his body. Ivy realized slowly that he had returned immediately after completing his mission and did not even have time to change his clothes. He only hurriedly wore a suit jacket of the same color to attend the wedding.

She smelled a faint scent of ammunition and the faint smell of burning from laser burns.

But there is something more important right now.

It's the wedding night.

Generally speaking, this is a time for couples to have a deep communication.

Especially theirs, it looks like the beginning of a romance novel where the couple gets married first and then falls in love.

Ivy's first words to him were: "Do you want to have sex with me?"

Hector stopped as he was about to unbutton his shirt and looked at her in surprise.

He thought for a moment and nodded expressionlessly.

"Yes," he said, "if you want."