Bossy Lover – CH 096

Chapter 96. Sweet Heart

Cha Mei had a really weird dream.

She dreamt that she was getting paid at the mine, and excitedly ran to the market to buy a high-quality replica of a designer dress. She returned to the mine, dazzling a group of men with her beauty.

She also dreamt that the mine manager came to her work group again, saying that the mine owner was willing to buy her virginity for a certain amount of Alliance Coins, and that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity… Bullshit! She kicked the mine manager and the mine owner out of the room.

Finally, she dreamt of that nightmarish night again. Even though both men were handsome and strong, and even though her first experience with his mother was so pleasurable it felt like she was dying…

But it was a nightmare! Something she had carefully protected for twenty-one years, something she had longed to give to the man she would spend her life with—all trampled on like that!

She opened her eyes angrily—

A strange, luxurious room. She lay on an enormous bed, covered by a completely black blanket.

Black is neither lucky nor festive.

“What did you dream about?” A sudden male voice came from beside her, and she became even angrier upon hearing it.

Sitting on the sofa by the bed, behind the dark curtains, is none other than the instigator—Xing Qilin!

He was completely dark, his face hidden in shadow, only a tall, imposing silhouette visible. A tiny red glow flickered between his fingers, and a faint smell of tobacco filled the air.

“Beast!” Although she was still feeling unwell, Cha Mei was instantly revitalized upon seeing her enemy, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him.

The harmless projectile landed in front of Xing Qilin’s long legs, not even touching his trouser leg. Xing Qilin chuckled and was about to say something when Cha Mei pressed on, grabbing the bedside lamp, the slippers on the floor, and… a whole box of condoms from the table!

Everything she could see was treated like a grenade and thrown at Xing Qilin.

Xing Qilin, with his long, agile arms, grabbed all sorts of strange-looking hidden weapons like a goalkeeper. Eventually, he grew impatient, rushed to the bedside, seized her hands, and lifted her up.

The girl’s toes were off the ground, her body completely naked. Xing Qilin, initially slightly angry, saw the sight of her and his impending rebuke instantly turned into a teasing remark: “You deliberately provoked me, hoping I’d become even more of a beast?”

The girl kicked him in the groin! But he moved so fast he couldn’t see it, and somehow he freed his hand and grabbed her foot. The moment his large hand touched her sole, his expression shifted slightly.

Having lived a life of luxury for many years, his large hands were smooth and soft, while her body was soft and fair, but her soles were hard and rough as if covered in calluses, completely mismatched with her reputation as a beauty.

“Don’t worry, the doctor said you’re injured, and I won’t touch you for a while.” Xing Qilin tossed her onto the bed, and she quickly burrowed under the covers.

“I want to go back.”

“No.”

“Why?!” Cha Mei’s anger, which had just been calmed down, surged again.

Hearing her ask that, Xing Qilin was slightly surprised: “You are my woman; of course you should stay by my side.”

“What do robots need women for!” Cha Mei exclaimed in frustration.

“…Didn’t our robot make you feel good the night before last?”

“These are two different things!”

Qilin chuckled softly, “That means it’s comfortable. Don’t worry, I’m not sexually frustrated. I quite like you; you’re beautiful and clean. Besides, I dislike forcing people. We’ll do it when you’re ready.”

Cha Mei felt slightly relieved, but… she glanced at him sideways—did he not like forcing people? Who was it that tied her up and gave her to another man that night, and then ran in to do some adult content halfway through?

As if sensing her disdainful look, Xing Qilin smiled slightly: “I couldn’t help myself that day.”

“You have to keep your word!” Cha Mei looked at him seriously.

“As long as you stay by my side obediently.” Xing Qilin nodded seriously. “I always keep my word.”

“Great!” Cha Mei breathed a sigh of relief. She would never willingly do this with him!

“Why are there calluses? Aren’t you women supposed to cherish your bodies the most?” Xing Qilin grabbed her ankle again, his long fingers rubbing the hard calluses on the soles of her feet. He seemed extremely interested.

Her feet were in his palm, so small and white with a rosy tint, but the calluses on the soles were such a blemish.

“You have to work! I have to go down into the mine every day.” Cha Mei felt ticklish and numb from his tickling. She wanted to resist but then remembered what he said about obeying so he wouldn’t violate her.

Xing Qilin was slightly taken aback, then shook his head: “A waste of natural resources.”

“You’re the one who’s lazy and doesn’t know anything about farming,” Cha Mei retorted quickly.

Xing Qilin laughed heartily and asked again, “You still haven’t answered what you were dreaming about? You were laughing and crying at the same time.”

“Laughing means you dreamt about getting paid. Crying…” Cha Mei glared at him with disgust. “It’s all because of you and that beast!”

“Heh…” Xing Qilin suddenly said, “I had a dream yesterday too.”

“Robots dream too?” Cha Mei was a little surprised. “Isn’t your brain made of metal? Circuit board, chip…” The thought of being with two men like that sent chills down her spine.

Xing Qilin seemed to see through her thoughts, and his expression suddenly darkened.

“It’s not what you think,” he said coldly, then suddenly turned and left the room.

Soon, Cha Mei discovered that being dominated by Xing Qilin was actually quite enjoyable.

She ate the finest delicacies from across the entire alliance; she wore clothes handcrafted by the best tailors. Qilin’s mechanical butler even gave her a card with no spending limit.

Moreover, Xing Qilin actually kept his word. Apart from occasionally holding her while watching TV, eating, or sleeping, he never even put his hand inside her clothes.

He has a rather hypocritical air about him.

Cha Mei didn’t hold back either, and that very day she went to the most expensive shopping mall and bought a whole bunch of stuff. Xing Qilin didn’t restrict her activities, and she knew she couldn’t escape anyway. So she simply bought a ton of stuff and went back to the mine.

To everyone’s surprise, the entire mine erupted in excitement the moment the accompanying mechanical escort team appeared. Ten kilometers away from the mine, the mine owner led a convoy of vehicles to greet them from afar.

Upon seeing the beautiful and radiant Cha Mei, the fat and greasy mine owner made no mention of how he had tried to buy Cha Mei’s virginity through both soft and hard tactics that day and kept calling her “Madam, Madam” obsequiously.

“I am not the lady.” Cha Mei frowned, but being honest by nature, she was still surrounded by a group of sycophants and returned home.

Cha Mei’s house was in the miners’ dormitory. When the mine owner, trembling with fear, led her into the yard, it was already packed with people. Some neighbors had smiles on their faces, while others looked on with disdain. Even Cha Mei’s former best friends stood on the periphery, their faces grim.

But most people looked at Cha Mei with a mixture of envy and awe.

After casually distributing the purchased items, Cha Mei went inside. Her old miner father sat on the sofa, his face gloomy, refusing to look at her; her mother, her face streaked with tears, grabbed Cha Mei’s hand and wept. Her two younger brothers, however, rushed into the pile of gifts she had bought, beaming with delight.

“Kneel down!” the father roared, silencing everyone inside and outside the house instantly.

Cha Mei knelt down with a thud, her expression calm.

Seeing her father angrily close the door and pull out a long broom from behind it, Cha Mei’s accompanying mechanical guard silently pressed the communication button on her wrist.

When Xing Qilin arrived at Cha Mei’s house, he saw her kneeling on the ground with her body stiff, while a middle-aged man in his forties was holding a broom and hitting her back and buttocks repeatedly.

He found it somewhat unbelievable. How could this rather stubborn girl be so obediently kneeling and letting herself be whipped?

Even if that person is her father.

And he even spanked me? The most delicate, most elastic spot, the place he loved to touch?

The Qilin instantly felt a surge of anger, as if its possessions were being wantonly trampled upon.

“What are you doing?” A gloomy voice rang out, and everyone in the room was stunned, looking at the young man who had suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

“Ah…you are…” His mother recognized him. After all, the handsome young mechanical general was a topic of conversation among the older women.

Qilin waved his hand, and several robots rushed forward from behind him. One helped Cha Mei up; another restrained the father’s hands. The robot didn’t hold back, twisting the father’s wrists, and the father instantly cried out in pain.

“Let him go!” Cha Mei panicked when Qilin pulled her into his arms, staring at her father’s shocked and angry expression.

“He hit you,” Qilin said calmly. “He hit my woman.”

“He’s my dad!” Cha Mei roared. “He gave me my life! How dare you touch him?”

The Qilin’s anger intensified.

“You robots are cold-blooded; you have no idea what filial piety is!”

Qilin’s expression changed, and just like a few days ago, his moody face immediately turned cold.

“Yes, I don’t know what filial piety is,” Qilin said sinisterly, but with a wave of his hand, the robots released her father.

On the way back, Qilin remained silent.

Seeing his gloomy expression, Cha Mei cautiously asked, “Hey, are you really angry?”

Qilin glanced at her indifferently: “I’m not that bored.”

Although Cha Mei was straightforward, she wasn’t stupid. Connecting the dots of his two face-changing antics, and considering that he had never revealed his mechanical form to her—a bold guess formed.

“Do you prefer being a human to being a robot?”

Her voice was delicate and melodious, but to the silent Xing Qilin, it was like a thunderclap.

He slowly turned his head and stared at her.

Cha Mei boldly continued, “Okay… although you robots went too far in occupying human planets, you’re actually quite good to humans compared to the Zerg wars back then. Let me tell you, many people in the mines would rather be ruled by you because they feel that if everyone is a worker, the gap between rich and poor won’t be so big.”

Qilin watched her silently.

Cha Mei was a little surprised that he was listening to her so quietly. After thinking for a moment, she said, “I understand you… You must want to experience what it’s like for humans to dream, right? You want to experience family affection, right? Actually, although you robots don’t dream and don’t have emotions, it’s okay. You see, I dream a lot; either it’s just pointless daydreams or nightmares. I sleep better when I don’t dream… Oh, you don’t actually need to sleep, right? That’s even better; you can do whatever you want 24 hours a day… Although my parents love me very much, they love my two younger brothers even more. I love them, but we often argue. You robots have no parents, so although you lack some emotions, you’re also free, right…”

She rattled off a whole bunch of things, and Qilin initially listened with interest, but gradually a playful smile appeared on his face. When she finished speaking, he pulled her up and placed her on his lap.

“Are you comforting me?” He was a little incredulous. A stubborn girl he had forcibly taken from him was actually foolishly trying to comfort his emotions.

His long legs were warm and supple, and his large hands held her waist tightly. His breath brushed against her neck, light and ticklish. This made Cha Mei feel strange, and she stammered out what was on her mind: “…Actually, I also want to please you, and let me go back sooner.”

Qilin chuckled, hooking her face with his long fingers, a rare gentle smile appearing on his handsome face.

“Your flattery may lack sincerity, but I’m quite satisfied.” Qilin lowered his head and gently bit her lip. “However, I have dreams every night, without sleep. I know the taste of nightmares better than anyone; I once had a father, a mother, and a sister, but I killed them all. So your comfort is completely unnecessary.”

His voice was like a lover whispering in Cha Mei’s ear, but it startled her so much that she gasped and pointed at him with a trembling finger: “You, you, you…”

The Qilin still had a smile on its lips, but its voice carried a self-deprecating and mocking tone.

“Little X, now, do you still want to comfort this devil?”

Robots mimicking humans is not as simple as just replacing a body.

The Symbiosis Research Institute posits that the human body also possesses an energy field. However, compared to robots, this energy is pitifully weak. Therefore, for robots to mimic humans, they must find a body whose energy field is exceptionally compatible with their own.

Xing Qilin always felt that Xing Yao was incredibly lucky to have found such a superior body as Meng Xicong. His own final simulation—Carlo Zhou—was clearly not so harmonious.

He told Cha Mei that he had killed his father and mother and that it wasn’t an exaggeration. Carlo had suffered from a strange illness since he could remember.

He will always lose track of time.

During those lost periods, he had no memory and no consciousness. Only the uncontrollable Carlo Zhou left him with a mess.

For example, when he was twenty years old, his parents noticed something was wrong with him and planned to take him to a doctor for a detailed examination; as a result, he went missing for a period of time.

When he woke up, his parents were lying in a pool of blood.

For example, a biological sister might be infatuated with her brother, for both his handsomeness and his perverted nature. After he resolves to protect his only remaining family member, she gets him drunk and lies in his bed.

She still didn’t understand him enough, which is why she became a beautiful corpse.

What he did during the time he was lost remains a mystery. Only after the machines arrived and he finally awoke did he remember everything he had done.

But it was too late. Countless trackers had been secretly installed by him on the fighter jets he had built for Meng Xicong. They had nowhere to escape and were reduced to slaves of the robots.

After awakening, he no longer suffered from headaches. However, the symptoms of each previous attack became increasingly clear in his memory.

Carlo Zhou’s heart was once like being immersed in a bloody hell, tormented every night by nightmares of the inexplicable deaths of his loved ones. Gradually, the bloodthirsty urge became uncontrollable, as if someone was hammering his head repeatedly.

The most primal satisfaction could alleviate his pain. But it wasn’t enough. Only when the woman beneath him was on the verge of death, withering like a flower, did the pain lessen.

So he bought poor but clean girls and comforted himself—he paid a price more expensive than they were, didn’t he?

Now, he has regained his identity as a robot. All the lost time was due to the body’s inability to be in sync with the energy field, resulting in an automatic program in a state of loss of control or crisis. From this perspective, he is innocent.

But every night, he dreams of those innocent women.

Blood was everywhere.

It made even his mechanical soul gasp for breath.

He didn’t regret revealing his secret to Cha Mei. He felt a strange satisfaction just seeing her expression change so drastically. This girl would probably be even more afraid of him from now on, right?

For the next few days, Cha Mei indeed stayed obediently in her room, disappearing from sight all day. He also lost interest in messing around—Meng Xicong reappeared, making a decision that would affect the entire situation, and his mood grew heavier with each passing day.

Tomorrow is Xing Yao’s coronation ceremony.

Despite having everything arranged, that night, Xing Qilin spent the living room randomly changing channels with the remote control; after a short while, he would get up and pace back and forth in the living room. He tossed and turned until midnight, only to turn around and see that Cha Mei’s room light was still on.

On a whim, he got up and walked to her door.

On the large black bed, Cha Mei, dressed in a conservative and ladylike nightgown, sat cross-legged in the center.

The twenty-inch floating LCD screen reflected a kaleidoscope of colors onto her face. Her black hair and snow-white skin appeared even more pristine and radiant. She stared intently at the screen, her beautiful eyes wide, so focused that she didn’t even notice him walk in.

Qilin glanced at the screen; an entire page of messages all contained the same keyword—

“Carlo Zhou, the only son of the Zhou Group, runs a financial and commercial conglomerate but is widely believed to be involved in the sale and manufacture of arms for profit…”

“The chairman of the Zhou Group was shot and killed at his villa in the Mid-Levels, and Mrs. Zhou’s whereabouts are unknown. Police revealed that the shooting is highly likely to involve the Zhou Group’s secrets… Carlo Zhou, only twenty years old, has taken over the Zhou Group…”

“His Excellency Major General Xing Qilin, also known as Carlo Zhou of the Zhou Group, is here today to inspect the Wild Production situation on Peace Planet…”

…

“You’re investigating me?” The tone was very calm. It was just a regular internet search, hardly an investigation at all.

But Cha Mei was surprisingly calm, to Qilin’s surprise. Her eyes, reflecting the light from the screen, seemed to be full of starlight as she quietly looked at him.

“You didn’t know you were a robot before?”

“Hmm.” He walked to the bedside and sat down. He found that being with this beautiful young girl successfully relieved his anxiety.

“You didn’t kill your parents on purpose, did you?” She suddenly clicked on a news article.

The Qilin remained silent.

The news report was about the deaths of Qilin’s parents and included a photo of the scene. Many people stood around the conspicuous bodies. Without close inspection, the profile of a young man in the corner was almost invisible.

His profile was sharply defined, and his blue eyes were brimming with tears, as if sadness was about to overflow from them.

Cha Mei’s finger was pointing at that profile.

“Even though the photo is ugly, it must be you.” Seeing his dazed expression, Cha Mei silently closed the news and said, “Robot, you still know too little about humans. A person who really killed their parents wouldn’t mention it in that heartbroken tone. But don’t be too sad. Parents’ greatest wish is for their children to live well. You must live well, and they will be happy in heaven.”

“Is your brain always so lacking in common sense?” Qilin suddenly asked.

“Huh?”

Qilin suppressed the tears in his eyes, smiled, picked her up, and placed her in front of him.

“I’m your enemy, the robot you dislike the most. You should be hoping I’m sad, hoping I’m dead.” The Qilin stared intently at her. “Why do you care about me?”

“I think you’re missing a screw.” Cha Mei gave him a particularly disdainful look. “Just because I hate you doesn’t mean I’ll become a despicable person! And I’ve told you before, I’m an extremely filial son. I just don’t want you to be so self-righteous as to erase your feelings for your parents. How heartbroken they would be in heaven—I don’t care about you.”

“Girls shouldn’t swear.” Qilin frowned slightly.

“Damn it, I’m going to…”

Qilin had been waiting for her disobedience; his cold lips pressed down, sealing her protests as a form of punishment.

Early the next morning.

Cha Mei lay sprawled on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Okay, she felt that the kiss last night was somewhat different from Qilin’s usual kisses.

Although Qilin would sometimes take advantage of her when he was in a good mood, hugging and kissing her, it was always just a fleeting thing, and she treated it as if she had been bitten by a dog.

But last night, he seemed very different.

Normally, Qilin is always either all smiles or sinister, not like a robot, but more like a spoiled brat. But last night, he pinned her to the bed and kissed her deeply. What a kiss it was! Even the naive Cha Mei could sense his gloom, despair, and longing in that kiss.

How could a kiss convey so many emotions? Even after Qilin reluctantly released her, gazing at her intently for a long time before leaving the room, she still didn’t understand what Qilin was thinking.

Even if she didn’t understand, she was ashamed to find that she had spent the whole night thinking about that deep kiss that left her breathless and how Qilin’s blue eyes under his short black hair were clear and pure like lake water.

Uh, and her body, uncontrollably wet from his tender caresses during his passionate kisses.

Her lifelong dream was to marry a muscular, loyal, and reliable real man. But now she actually thinks that Qilin back then was quite manly!

Cha Mei was conflicted about the kiss.

She was very agitated; she had actually developed feelings for a robot, a beast. She thought it must be because she pitied Carlo Zhou, who was abandoned by everyone, and pitied his naive madness and despair.

It certainly wasn’t because of the Qilin, that powerful, gloomy mechanical general.

Why is his name Qilin? The name evoked a sense of melancholy. She felt that perhaps he was like an ancient mythical beast, sleeping alone in the mortal realm for a thousand years. Upon awakening, everything had changed, and he was forced to betray everything he once deeply loved.

They are even more pitiful than humans.

Cha Mei anxiously awaited Qilin’s return. She felt she had to verify that she felt nothing for Qilin. She would know once they met again that she actually hated him.

But for several days in a row, the Qilin did not return.

These past few days, however, she saw on television that the King of Machines had issued a new decree. This decree was incredibly good; an era of peace and equality had returned.

But what about the Qilin?

She recalled the two mechanical generals standing in front of five thousand robots during the televised coronation ceremony of the Mechanical King.

She had never known that a mechanical Qilin was like that.

His features were hard and metallic, his body lines straight and rigid. His bloodshot eyes were beautiful, and his face was so indifferent. So indifferent that it seemed he had no emotions, neither laughing nor crying.

Yeah?

She silently wondered, was that how Qilin felt when he first woke up? So he was a robot, so he wasn’t human. He was as numb and heartless as a machine; everything he once had belonged to Carlo Zhou, not Xing Qilin.

Why… Does she feel he’s becoming more and more pitiful?

She felt that Qilin was right; she was just a bit slow on the uptake and often acted out of kindness. That’s why she felt pity for this awful robot.

But where is he now? Has he been arrested as a war criminal? Or did he die after the television broadcast ended abruptly?

The villa’s mechanical security guards were on duty as usual, but Cha Mei had been listless these past few days and didn’t want to go out.

She was sleeping fitfully in the night when she suddenly felt a cold hand stroking her face. She jolted awake and opened her eyes.

The Qilin was looking down at her, seemingly lost in thought.

Then, she did something neither of them expected—she actually dared to raise her hand and touch his face back!

Actually, she didn’t want to touch him back! It’s just that she saw his metallic appearance on TV, and now she saw him in his human form. She was half asleep and subconsciously wanted to touch his face to see if it was real.

Soft fingertips glide across the handsome face of the Qilin. It’s as if a gentle spring breeze is blowing, causing a faint smile to bloom on the Qilin’s face, making him as gentle and handsome as an elegant celestial being.

“Little X…” he whispered, “I assisted the King in bringing about peace between humans and machines. I think my parents in heaven would be proud of me today.”

Cha Mei was slightly taken aback, realizing the struggle and danger behind his nonchalant words.

Looking at his bright and cheerful smile, the pain and hatred in her heart vanished without her noticing.

Okay… she said timidly, “Then apologize to me, let me go home, and oh right, the money you owe me—and I’ll forgive you.”

Qilin stared intently at her: “I apologize… I’m sorry. The situation was urgent at the time. In order to save Meng Xicong’s wife, I had to find a woman to satisfy Commander Xing Yi. And you are too beautiful; there was no one more suitable than you.”

Cha Mei sighed softly, “…Actually, even if it wasn’t you, I probably wouldn’t have escaped the mine owner’s clutches in a few days; otherwise, how would my family survive?” Thinking of this, her resentment towards him faded a little.

“Mine owner?” Qilin chuckled cryptically. Cha Mei, oblivious to the chill in his laughter, hesitated, waiting for him to let her go.

Their eyes met.

“I’ll send you away tomorrow,” Qilin said quietly. “We all deserve to be free.”

“…Thank you.” Cha Mei felt that her thanks were rather unconvincing.

“Hmm.” Qilin suddenly opened its mouth and bit her middle finger. The bite felt like an electric current, a tingling and slightly painful sensation spreading from her fingertip all the way to her heart.

“What are you doing?” She was surprised to find that her voice was a little hoarse.

“You’ve been touching me for so long…” He put the finger that had been lingering on his face into his mouth. “Robots have equal rights with humans too. You can’t just touch me for nothing. Give me something in return.”

Cha Mei had no idea that what Qilin wanted as “a little reward” would turn into another deep, passionate kiss. Even more intense and arousing than the last one?

How did they end up on the bed together? He coaxed her by saying he would let go if she kissed his neck again, but as they kissed, he didn’t want to let go anymore.

Later, when he was completely engrossed in the struggle, he showed a moment of annoyance.

“How could I have given you to Xing Yi?” He kissed away her tears, which were wet with the pain of pleasure. “Little X, it’s all my fault… Forgive me, forgive me…”

As if to verify his belated ownership, he was vigorous and persistent, making Cha Mei want to die in ecstasy.

But when he finally held her in his arms and fell into a deep sleep, Cha Mei, nestled in his embrace, stared at his contented and relaxed sleeping face, yet felt a little sad.

Qilin, Xing Qilin. She repeated this name to herself over and over again.

That night, he was neither the aloof, mechanical general nor the hero who painfully chose peace and equality.

He was just a big boy, a bit of a rascal who coaxed her into bed; he expected a strong reaction from her, and he had a strong possessive streak.

According to the simulation principles he casually mentioned earlier, everything tonight is related to Carlo Zhou, not Qilin. His body is simulated, his emotions are simulated, and even his climax is simulated. Behind that young, strong, and passionate body lies only a cold, numb metal robot, forever young and forever immortal. No one will truly love him, and probably he won’t truly love anyone either. He lives as a human being, yet he can never truly become one.

So… if she loves him, if she loves him without holding grudges, will he feel happy? Not simulated happiness, not Carlo Zhou’s happiness, but that cold, mechanical metal man, Xing Qilin.

Qilin, will you be happy?