“…That’s it.”
Xingyao stood in the middle of the lounge, looking nervously at the two directors in front of her, feeling as if she was being pricked by a thorn in her back.
"Give me your comments?" Ai Fan asked while drinking his tea slowly.
Shen Que looked through the reports one by one.
“It’s terrible.”
He looked at Xingyao, his pale thin lips slightly opened.
"Deputy Minister, no one else can understand this report except you."
Xingyao is about to cry.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll go back and reorganize it. I'll definitely submit a new one tomorrow!"
He didn't understand why Shen Que, an Omega, gave people a stronger sense of oppression than an Alpha.
Even though there was no pheromone suppression, he didn't even dare to look at him.
If I had known it would be like this, I should have asked Jin Yi to do this report instead of doing it for my own selfish reasons...
Now Xingyao despises herself for being selfish ten minutes ago.
Wow, now this is so embarrassing...
“Forget it…” Shen Que withdrew his gaze.
He was embarrassed too.
I didn't say anything harsh, but why does this Omega look like he's about to cry?
You are too sensitive.
"Go back and take care of today's work. The report will be sent to Chenxing Palace next week. If you really can't do it... ask your subordinates to help you."
The former first commander, who had always been tough, softened his tone for the first time.
Xingyao thanked him repeatedly, picked up the terrible report, and left in a daze.
Shen Que sighed.
In this department, Jin Yi is the only one who can do the work, right?
As if seeing what Shen Que was thinking, Ai Fan said calmly: "If you think someone is not capable, you can remove him at any time."
Shen Que was silent for a moment.
"That's not necessary," he frowned. "Although the report just now was terrible, the data wasn't wrong. Deputy Minister Xingyao might just be... not good at paperwork."
Ai Fan smiled.
"I thought you really didn't understand."
Shen Que sighed imperceptibly.
He really didn't understand the text.
But data integration is a compulsory course for commanders. He got full marks in this course in military school. After graduation, he sorted out tens of thousands of battlefield data in battles of all sizes by relying only on his eyesight and mental arithmetic.
Even without written explanation, he can verify the numbers in the report.
The purpose of coming to the General Services Administration was destined to fail, so after sitting for a while, Shen Que stood up and said goodbye.
Ai Fan didn't keep him, but only told him to take care of himself and have a good rest.
Watching Shen Que's back disappear behind the door.
Ai Fan leaned back on the sofa, recalling the conversation they had just had.
The corners of his mouth curled up uncontrollably.
What a smart kid.
"He's so smart, why isn't he my son?"
She muttered regretfully.
…
When we returned to Chenxing Palace, it was already dark.
It took a whole day.
No.
Including the twelve hours he spent in the treatment cabin, he hasn't been home for two days.
Shen Que returned to the bedroom exhausted and didn't even bother to eat.
There was no familiar smell on the cleaned bedding.
For the first time, Shen Que resented Anya's diligence.
Too hardworking.
On the first day Pei Ji left, there was no smell of him in the bedding.
He curled up on Pei Ji's side, buried himself deeper in the quilt, and was about to fall asleep in a daze.
There was a crisp knock on the door.
The diligent Anya worriedly called out from outside the door, "Madam, you are not asleep, are you? You can't just go to bed like this. You need to eat first, then take medicine, and take a bath before going to bed..."
“…I understand.” Shen Que sighed.
So tired.
Lie down for another five, no, ten minutes and then go eat.
As he was thinking this, he suddenly heard Demi's voice coming from outside the house.
"Is the lady in the room?"
Anya: "Yes, I'm still resting. What's wrong, Sister Demi?"
Demi: "Well, let Madam rest first, and we'll talk about it when he eats..."
Anya asked anxiously, "What happened? Do you want me to wake him up now?"
Demi: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just... the admiral sent something back..."
The words haven't been finished yet.
"Bang"!
The door opened.
Shen Que: “What?”
…
Pei Ji sent back a package.
The fully automatic interstellar postman carried the package, waited for Chen Que to sign for it in person, and left a five-star review before leisurely flying away.
Inside the package was a recorder and a white stone about 3cm in diameter.
Shen Que picked up the stone and subconsciously looked at it through the light.
The rough crystals are filled with cloudy impurities.
Just as he was wondering, the cloud-like particles suddenly moved and slowly gathered near his fingertips holding the stone.
Is...alive?
Shen Que was stunned and looked at the recorder that was with the stone.
When I turned on the recorder, there was a line of numbers.
42.15.
After thinking for a moment, Shen Que slightly raised the corner of his mouth.
"Go and prepare dinner," he said to the maids. "I'll be eating in half an hour."
Demi and Anya looked at each other, suppressed their curiosity, and left reluctantly.
Shen Que returned to the bedroom and locked the door.
He plugged the recorder into the terminal's interface. With a faint sound of electricity, the light screen opened. After a brief blank, Alpha's handsome profile appeared on the screen.
"I was wondering when you would call."
Pei Ji was dressed in a neat black military uniform. The lack of complicated ribbons made him look even cleaner, more handsome and more heroic.
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