Bossy Lover – CH 101

Chapter 101. Planetary Dreams—Ten Years Later

The League was founded in 1642.

The magnificent mechanical building, like a silver giant, stood in the very center of Hope City.

In the commander’s office on the top floor, a tall man sat upright in his crisp military uniform. He had black hair, red eyes, and a handsome face. Beneath his thick eyebrows, his deep-set eyes were intently focused on the military report before him.

The automatic door slowly opened, revealing a similarly tall young man with a bronze face and a warm smile in his blue eyes.

“Big brother, still working?” he asked the commander at the table.

Xing Yi looked up at him: “What’s up?”

Xing Qilin knew he was reserved and dull, so he didn’t mind the coldness in his tone. Instead, he stared at his slightly pale face and said, “You don’t look too well.”

Xing Yi turned his gaze back to the computer screen and said somewhat casually, “Hmm, lots of dreams.”

The two had discussed the robot’s dreams a long time ago. Although, in principle, robots shouldn’t have dreams, Xing Yi often dreamed even in his mechanical form. Back then, he frequently dreamed of the horrific scene of the Allied forces invading the mechanical homeworld and the empire’s destruction.

Xing Qilin then realized, “Dreaming of the empire’s downfall again?”

Xing Yi paused slightly, then frowned and said, “No, it wasn’t that dream.”

Xing Qilin was slightly startled. What kind of dream was bothering him? It was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, and he dared not ask any further. If it was about that woman, that was a sensitive topic; he couldn’t step on it or show any unusual reaction.

So he laughed and said, “Brother, today is the Alliance’s Liberation Day. The city is a lot of fun. Come with me.”

“Not interested.” The voice remained icy.

“His Highness advocates for robots to be close to humans, yet you don’t even celebrate Liberation Day with the people. You’ll be criticized by the Alliance reporters.” Xing Qilin went to great lengths to stop him. “Besides, it’s been a long time since we brothers have gotten together.”

Upon hearing him mention His Highness, Xing Yi finally fell silent for a moment, turned off the floating computer in front of him, and stood up.

“Everything for the empire,” he said calmly.

“Yes, all for the empire,” Xing Qilin said, both amused and exasperated, as he led him out of the office.

The Planet of Hope in the night was as beautiful as a fairy. The colorful neon lights were the fairy’s eyes; the noisy and bustling voices were the fairy’s breath.

Ten years of peace passed. Every year on this day, it was designated as Liberation Day, and the whole country celebrated. Many people walked arm in arm on the streets; there were people, and there were also red-eyed, humanoid robots.

After the various races coexisted peacefully, the Alliance President and the Machine King issued a joint decree—new humanoid androids must retain red eyes for easy identification. Thanks to the efforts of You Monian, Meng Xicong, Debbie, Xing Yi, and Gu Yuqing, the various races had remained at peace. Even during the machine occupation, many advanced androids simulated humans. Now, the number of simulated androids was increasing, and it was said that male androids were very popular with human women due to their superhuman strength, while female androids were sought after by human men because of their perfect looks and figures.

On the streets, apart from security patrols, you rarely saw all-metal robots—they had no simulation, so they had no human needs or desires.

Shortly after the war ended, Xing Yi learned of Meng Xicong’s dual identity. Because of the war, he had lost some of his memories, only knowing that the ancient beings who defeated Xing Yao had brought about peace among the various races—even their archenemies, the ethereal humans, had ceased hostilities. He had no objection to this, but out of loyalty to the empire, while commanding troops for His Highness Xing Yao, he also carefully guarded against a counterattack from the ethereal humans and other races.

However, ten years passed, and it seemed that everyone was tired of war and preferred peaceful coexistence and prosperity.

He couldn’t help but admire Xing Yao. He had never imagined before that robots could coexist so harmoniously with other races. Sometimes he wondered, if Prince Xing Yao hadn’t disappeared in an accident billions of years ago and had instead ruled the First Mechanical Civilization, perhaps the fate of the empire would have been different.

But the past is the past. His sole purpose now is to assist Prince Xing Yao in ensuring the long-term prosperity of mechanical civilization.

The two got into the black limousine, where a pretty woman was already nestled in the back seat. Qilin reached out and hooked his arm around her waist, his tone turning slightly serious: “Say hello.”

Cha Mei looked at Xing Yi, who was sitting opposite her with a calm expression, and immediately stopped smiling, behaving as respectfully as a primary school student: “Big Brother.”

Xing Yi turned his gaze slightly and glanced at her.

From a human aesthetic point of view, Qilin’s woman was extremely beautiful. The two even held a wedding a few years ago. But why did he always feel that this woman was afraid of him? Why did she always look away when she looked at him?

Thinking of this, he asked.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Upon hearing this, Cha Mei trembled all over, on the verge of tears.

Even after marrying and having children, Qilin still deeply regretted giving her to Xing Yi that day. Yet, the image of Xing Yi as a perpetual motion machine that night remained vivid in her memory even after ten years. Even in a different body, his cold, dark gaze still reminded her of that night’s nightmare.

“…No, no.” She gripped Qilin’s hand tightly. Qilin immediately changed the subject: “Big brother, shall we go to a bar?”

“Whatever.” Xing Yi narrowed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Cha Mei and Qilin exchanging glances, with Cha Mei looking relieved.

Ha… what were they hiding?

But whatever it was, he had no interest in it.

The night was enchanting, and the songs were passionate.

The lights, like phantoms, enveloped the dimly decorated bar, creating an atmosphere of inescapable dream. In the surrounding booths, many people drank and chatted; at the bar and in the open space, many others writhed their weary bodies in a drunken stupor. Their expressions were empty and pained; their laughter was sharp and piercing.

Xing Yi sat upright in the center, with Qilin beside him and Cha Mei leaning against Qilin. The two drank beer and chatted about the recent mass production plan for robots.

After a while, Qilin and Cha Mei still hadn’t moved, but some women, some pure and some alluring, came over and looked at Xing Yi.

“Want to dance?” They looked at him with a hint of fascination.

“Not interested.” He didn’t even raise an eyebrow.

Qilin chuckled.

Xing Yi’s appearance was naturally outstanding. But what stood out most was his resolute and aloof military bearing. Dressed in a simple silver-gray shirt and black trousers, he leaned casually against the sofa, his dark red eyes and upright posture enough to attract the attention of any woman. Coupled with his prominent mechanical identity, many women would probably want to submit to him and experience the ultimate peak of pleasure.

However, they were likely to be disappointed if they encountered the reserved and self-disciplined Xing Yi.

However, to Qilin’s surprise, when the fifth woman persistently stepped forward to invite him to dance, Xing Yi glanced at her and actually stood up.

On the dance floor, amidst the crowd, Xing Yi’s dashing figure, embracing the woman, stood out conspicuously. Qilin, also carrying Cha Mei, glided onto the dance floor and laughed, “I thought Big Brother wasn’t interested, but I didn’t expect him to take a liking to a woman and follow her.”

Cha Mei was observant; she glanced at the couple again, then hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but couldn’t.

“How?”

Cha Mei sighed, “Who does that woman look like?”

“Who does she look like?” Qilin realized as soon as the words left his mouth. The woman from before was wearing a red halter dress, had a petite and exquisite figure, and had a beautiful face without makeup. She had fair skin, dark hair, and a serene smile.

Both of them fell silent. When they turned around again, they found that Xing Yi was nowhere to be found.

The alley behind the bar.

The alley was winding and secluded, with the faint sounds of cars coming and going at the entrance. Occasionally, someone emerged from the back door of the bar, saw the couple lost in their passion, and simply chuckled or walked away in silence.

The fiery red dress was torn into several pieces, some still wrapped around the woman’s body, others lying on the ground. Her snow-white, delicate body was pressed tightly against the wall, emitting groans with each violent thrust from the man. The man’s eyes were extremely deep, like a beast that had been suppressed for a long time, seeking release from the woman’s body time and again.

Although the woman was extremely fond of him and willing to have a one-night stand, she never expected that beneath his cold and rugged exterior lay such a frenzied desire. Each wave of pleasure caused her mind and body to surrender simultaneously, laughing in a daze, oblivious to the passage of time.

It took the man a long time to stop.

The woman lay limp in his arms like a lump of mud. He held her for a while longer before taking off his shirt and draping it over her. He also stuffed a thick wad of Union coins into the shirt pocket.

The woman handed him back the Alliance Coins along with a business card: “Remember to look me up next time.”

He put the woman in a taxi before returning to the bar shirtless.

As soon as he reached the back door of the bar, he saw Xing Qilin standing in the shadows behind the door.

“How?”

“It’s already midnight,” Qilin said with a smile. “I’ve come to call you back.”

“I remember the time.” Xing Yi took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped his hands and mouth.

Qilin didn’t say much, and the two walked from the booths outside the bar to their seats.

“Find me a woman,” Xing Yi suddenly said from behind him.

Qilin was slightly startled, then turned and smiled, “What? You can’t live without human desires now either? What kind do you want?”

“Just like that woman from before,” Xing Yi said calmly, “but not as fair-skinned, with bigger eyes and longer hair. You negotiate the terms for me, and she’ll stay in my home.”

Qilin was utterly terrified; it was…

He chuckled dryly twice: “Okay, I’ll look for it later.”

Suddenly, chaos erupted at the booth in front. A woman screamed, and then several figures were seen wrestling together.

“You’re asking for it!” someone shouted.

“Fine, let’s fight. Stop talking nonsense,” another voice said coldly. It had the crispness of a young boy, yet it was also clear and deep.

Xing Yi frowned, and Xing Qilin sighed, “Human youths are truly belligerent.”

A flash of light revealed a remarkably young face. Bright black eyes and handsome features. Qilin was extremely surprised to see the person’s face clearly.

Seeing that he hadn’t moved, Xing Yi asked, “What? Do you know him?”

Qilin watched as the young man was surrounded by several burly men. Although he knew the young man was skilled, he hadn’t seen him for two years and wondered if he could match him.

“Yes, the son of an old friend. Brother, wait a moment; I’ll go help.”

“Casual.”

Just as Qilin was about to step forward, a voice drifted from afar: “Husband!”

It was Cha Mei’s voice.

Qilin and Xing Yi both looked in the direction of the sound and saw two tall men standing in the booth where Cha Mei was, unable to see Cha Mei’s slender figure.

“Damn it! How dare they flirt with my wife!” Qilin’s eyes blazed with fury. Beyond his anger, he was also somewhat excited. First, how could these people possibly be a match for the Mechanical General? He could be a hero in front of Cha Mei again; second, it had been a long time since he’d fought anyone, and he was itching to try.

He had just taken a step when he heard several sharp cracking sounds—the burly men surrounding the boy had smashed beer bottles.

Seeing the troubled look on Qilin’s face, Xing Yi said calmly, “Leave this to me.”

Qilin hesitated for a moment, but thinking that they would meet again someday, he gritted his teeth, nodded, and left.

Over here, many people watched coldly. Many, upon seeing the boy’s face clearly, felt a mixture of nervousness and regret.

A pretty young girl stood in the corner of the booth, her face streaked with tears, looking like she wanted to say something but dared not utter a sound. Meanwhile, the burly, menacing men surrounded the boy, but the boy showed no fear, even looking up and smiling at them.

“Who wants to go first?” The boy assumed a standard fighting stance.

The burly men swarmed forward and began a fierce beating with punches and kicks—

Xing Yi felt a slight sense of contempt. Firstly, he despised the boy—although he seemed to have received rigorous training, he was still only eleven or twelve years old. Moreover, these thugs were even more ruthless than skilled military fighters when they actually fought. The boy was likely to suffer. Secondly, he despised these men. To treat a child with such ruthlessness.

As a commander, he naturally carried a gun. Unlike Qilin, he wouldn’t lower himself to fight those two men over there.

He simply drew his gun, walked over slowly, and pressed it against the back of one of the men’s heads.

The burly man froze, about to struggle! Xing Yi raised one hand and dislocated his shoulder.

The burly man screamed hysterically in pain—the other men stopped at the sound. Among them, the young man, who had already taken several punches but whose fighting spirit remained extremely high, also looked at Xing Yi in surprise.

“Get out of here, all of you,” Xing Yi said calmly.

The burly man had only initially taken advantage of the lone young girl, which led to the altercation with the boy. Upon seeing Xing Yi, he realized he’d encountered a formidable opponent and, being quite astute, immediately made his escape.

The onlookers dispersed, but many still secretly watched Xing Yi and the young man and woman.

Xing Yi holstered his gun and coldly stared at the boy. The girl, who looked about fifteen or sixteen, immediately rushed over and took his arm: “Are you alright?”

Although the boy’s head was broken and bleeding, he waved his hand dismissively and stared intently at Xing Yi.

“Who are you?”