Bossy Lover – CH 102

Chapter 102. Planetary Dreams—Mechanical Tears

Xing Yi frowned.

Unbeknownst to him, the combat training he received from a young age instilled in the boy a lifelong desire to fight like a real man. Today, he finally had his chance, only to have it thwarted by Xing Yi. It was like throwing a punch with all his might, only to land on cotton.

The teenager was in a rebellious phase, and although he knew that Xing Yi had helped him and that he shouldn’t have provoked him, his tone was still not very good.

The girl grabbed the boy’s arm: “Aren’t you going to thank me? Thank you for saving us! If you go back like this, I’ll tell your mom!”

Upon hearing her mention her mother, the boy became slightly embarrassed and reluctantly said to Xing Yi, “Thank you.” After saying that, he couldn’t help but clench his fist in regret.

“Want to fight?” Xing Yi asked strangely upon seeing his expression.

“Hmm!” The boy’s eyes lit up as his gaze swept over Xing Yi’s muscular upper body. “You’re quite skilled?”

Xing Yi felt a sudden surge of joy upon seeing the brightness in his eyes.

“Go ahead and fight.”

After teaching the man who dared to provoke Cha Mei a lesson, Qilin turned around but didn’t see Xing Yi and Meng Yao.

He suddenly felt uneasy. Xing Yi shouldn’t remember Meng Yao! Why did they both disappear together?

He took out his phone.

It rang several times before being answered. Xing Yi’s voice remained calm.

“What’s up?”

Qilin tried to remain calm as he asked, “Big brother, where are you? What about that child?”

“We’re in the parking lot.” Xing Yi hung up the phone after saying that.

Qilin was completely baffled. Why did “we” suddenly appear?

When he and Cha Mei arrived at the empty parking lot outside the bar, they were dumbfounded.

Jian Mu’an’s eldest daughter stood to the side, excitedly clenching her fist and shouting, “Go, Ayao!”

Meng Yao lay on her back on the ground, her bruised and swollen face conspicuously visible in the moonlight. She struggled to get up but fell back to the ground.

Xing Yi stood right in front of him, looking down at him coldly: “What? You can’t handle it?”

Meng Yao laughed, her laughter carrying the crispness of a young person.

“Uncle, you’re amazing! Just as amazing as my dad! I’m impressed!”

Upon hearing this, Xing Yi’s lips slowly curved into a smile. With a long arm outstretched, Meng Yao placed one hand on him, using the leverage to stand up again in one go.

Qilin silently watched the two of them, seemingly enjoying perfect harmony. The girl beside him sighed and patted his shoulder: “You’re dead meat.”

That evening, after taking Meng Yao and Jian Manman to the hotel, Qilin secretly advised Meng Yao while Xing Yi was away: “You won’t pick a fight with him again, will you? He’s very busy and doesn’t have time to fight with you.”

Meng Yao raised an eyebrow: “I don’t care who he is. We’ve already arranged a time for next time.”

“…” Qilin’s face darkened. “If you sneak out again, I’ll tell your parents.”

“Who ran away?” Meng Yao gave him a disdainful look. “My mom kicked me out to experience life.”

“…”

Qilin turned to Xing Yi and said, “That child is my friend’s son. Please don’t hurt him.”

“I know what I’m doing.” Xing Yi had taken a shower and seemed refreshed and in a good mood. “I don’t care whose son he is.”

“Why are you wasting your time with a child? If you want to hit someone, I’ll hit you back.”

“No.” Xing Yi suddenly laughed, remembering something. “You’re not as ruthless as him.”

Qilin’s attempts to persuade him failed, so he could only protect himself. The next day, he took Cha Mei on an interstellar vacation, pretending he had nothing to do with the matter. Seeing his elder brother in such a good mood, a rare occurrence in many years, he selfishly decided to leave it at that.

Ten days later.

Two gold and black Cheetah fighter jets flew one after the other into the dreamlike scree slope. Like two arrows released from a bow, they raced back and forth at high speed, vying for the lead.

The Cheetah in front clearly had the upper hand. After a sudden stop, it was able to pause and wait for the Cheetah behind it. It was as if he had the whole situation under complete control, simply being patient and teasing the Cheetah behind him into a fight.

Finally, a powerful laser beam struck the Cheetah’s belly from behind. By convention, such damage would be considered a crash.

A frustrated and discouraged voice came through the communication channel: “Damn it! I lost again!”

Another deep, mellow voice came through: “You’ve made considerable progress.”

The boy was delighted by the compliment. He glanced down at the radar in the Cheetah and laughed, “Boss, this place is close to my house. Mom’s braised pork is delicious. Let’s go surprise them!”

“Good.”

Two fighter jets landed simultaneously. There was only one household in this area.

Although he hadn’t deliberately verified the boy’s identity, based on previous facts and their current location, Xing Yi was quite certain of the boy’s identity.

However, his friendship with him had nothing to do with who his son was.

The two men, one after the other, didn’t say much as they got into the airport security car and headed towards the Marshal’s residence.

It was dusk, and the large Meng residence was deserted today. His daughter hadn’t returned from her piano lesson; his restless son had been away for several days, having thoroughly enjoyed his newfound freedom.

Su Mi lay in Meng Xicong’s arms, and when she tried to get up, she was pulled back down.

“Let go! I’m hungry.”

Meng Xicong chuckled softly, “I’m not full yet.” He then began to nibble on her fingers again.

Enraged and embarrassed, Su Mi decided to take the initiative and pounced on him…

The phone rang at an inopportune moment.

The guard’s voice came through: “Madam, Xiaoyao is back. She’ll be home in ten minutes.”

Immediately after, the son’s cheerful voice rang out: “Mom? Is Dad home? I brought the eldest son home today, so hurry up and prepare some braised pork…”

After hanging up the phone, Meng Xicong cursed under his breath and released Su Mi. Su Mi smiled secretly as she dressed and escaped his clutches.

My son had been away training these past few days. Although I’ve sent people to protect him secretly, nothing unusual had come of it. Like his father, he doesn’t like to waste words; he rarely makes phone calls, only sending a short text message each day.

Today’s message was: “Mom, I’m fine.”

Tomorrow’s message was: “Mom, I got into a fight today. That guy was really tough.”

Then came: “Mom, that guy is also a very good pilot. He’s my boss now.”

…

Who could it be that Meng Yao called “boss”? Su Mi found it very interesting. She knew her son resembled his father and naturally loved challenges. But given his status and age, aside from his father’s merciless fighting style, almost no one else would really go all out with him. But her father was very busy; how could he have time to fight with him every day?

The person he met this time must be someone extraordinary.

Ten minutes later, Su Mi finished marinating the meat and then called the cook to prepare several dishes to be delivered. Only then did she stand at the door to wait.

Meng Xicong went to take a shower. Unlike Su Mi, who was a little agitated, he simply said that he would ask his son about his experiences over the past few days when he returned.

The SUV came to a smooth stop in front of the house. Meng Yao nimbly jumped out and said to the tall man behind her, “Boss, this is my mom. Mom, this is my boss. By the way, boss, what’s your name?”

Looking at the man in front of her, Su Mi felt a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.

He had changed his appearance, and the two had met several times over the years. He was polite yet aloof; she feigned composure. But was he the eldest son whom her son so highly praised?

In an instant, she felt as if she had been transported back ten years. He was holding her in his arms, kissing her passionately… and he was holding their child, his gaze gentle, his smile warm.

“Come in.” A deep voice suddenly sounded from behind. It was her husband, who said to her with a normal expression while taking her hand from behind.

Feeling reassured, she squeezed his hand, looked up, and smiled, “Commander, welcome.”

Xing Yiping glanced at them, his gaze settling on Meng Xicong.

“Marshal, Madam, I apologize for disturbing you.”

Meng Yao looked at Xing Yi with slight surprise: “I guessed you were a soldier, but it turns out you are the famous Commander Xing Yi! No wonder you are so capable.”

Xing Yi smiled at him upon hearing this: “Does it matter?”

Meng Yao laughed loudly: “Yes, it doesn’t matter.” Then, she casually hooked Xing Yi’s arm and led him into the house.

As the two passed by Su Mi, Xing Yi glanced at her subtly.

Although he had only met her a few times, he had always had a very good impression of her. He had met many high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the Alliance. Most of their wives were renowned beauties and ladies. But the one he found most pleasing to the eye was the Marshal’s wife. He felt that the Marshal’s taste was superior to that of the others.

As he brushed past her, he caught a whiff of Su Mi’s delicate fragrance. He was very familiar with this scent; he had engaged in several simulated battles with the Marshal. It was this fragrance that emanated when the Marshal’s high-energy crystal ore released its power.

It’s likely that the lady also possesses the Marshal’s crystalline energy.

She’s perfect, the perfect woman.

He suddenly remembered the woman he had a one-night stand with at the bar a few days ago; he also recalled the ideal partner he had described to Qilin. Unexpectedly, the Marshal’s wife was quite similar to his ideal.

He chuckled inwardly. Did all robots share the same taste?

As soon as she entered the house, Su Mi went into the kitchen to busy herself. Three men, two adults and one child, stood in the living room.

Meng Xicong and Xing Yi have always maintained a clean and efficient professional relationship, requiring little verbal expression of loyalty and trust. But today, with Meng Yao present, the atmosphere was noticeably different.

Meng Yao asked with great interest, “Dad, who’s better at fighting, you or my eldest son?”

Meng Xicong and Xing Yi exchanged a glance and both laughed. Xing Yi said, “I admit I’m slightly inferior.”

Meng Yao then pulled Xing Yi aside: “Boss, do you think if we team up, we can beat my dad?”

While Xing Yi was still pondering, Meng Xicong sneered, “If Xing Yi goes all out, he might be able to hold his own against me. But with you in tow? He’s guaranteed to lose!”

Enraged, Meng Yao lunged at his father on the sofa. Meng Xicong swiftly grabbed him and pinned him face down on the sofa without hesitation.

“Still being cheeky?” Meng Xicong’s voice held a hint of amusement.

Meng Yao’s face was distorted by the pressure, but she still struggled to make a face at Meng Xicong. Meng Xicong chuckled and loosened his grip. Meng Yao immediately sprang up and sat down next to Xing Yi with great energy.

“The boss is still the best.” Meng Yao leaned her head against Xing Yi.

Xing Yi patted him on the shoulder: “You deserve to be hit.”

When Su Mi brought out the dishes, she saw smiles on the faces of all three of them. This strange scene left her somewhat stunned.

The atmosphere was much quieter during the meal.

Having been away from home for many days, Meng Yao devoured the food like a wolf, silently finishing two large bowls of rice. Su Mi remained silent, and neither Meng Xicong nor Xing Yi were talkative people. The entire meal lasted only ten sentences.

Seeing that it was getting late, Xing Yi stood up and said, “Marshal, Madam, I must take my leave now.”

Meng Yao protested, “No way! I’ll take you to the beach to watch the sunrise tomorrow morning!”

Neither Meng Xicong nor Su Mi said anything. Xing Yi smiled at Meng Yao and said, “There will be other opportunities in the future.”

Meng Yao grew anxious and looked at Su Mi: “Mom, I called you a few days ago and said I was bringing our eldest son back. Didn’t you say you insisted he stay for a few days? Why are you being so cold today!”

Su Mi was startled—even the child could tell.

Meng Xicong suddenly said, “Let’s stay here.”

He spoke, and Xing Yi had no objections: “Yes.”

That night.

Su Mi walked back to the bedroom in her pajamas, her face somewhat blank. Seeing this, Meng Xicong picked her up and held her in his arms.

“Is Yaoyao asleep?”

“Mmm.” She snuggled closer to him. “He took… Xing Yi to the beach, and they fished at night for several hours. He’s exhausted now. He hasn’t even taken a shower. Fan’er didn’t see her brother when she came back.”

Meng Xicong smiled: “He’s so mischievous; he must be like you.”

“How could you be like me?” Su Mi found it incredible. “Am I a naughty person? You’re the one who’s lawless.”

Meng Xicong smiled but remained silent.

Su Mi looked worried: “Xing Yi, he…”

Meng Xicong said calmly, “He is no longer a threat.”

Su Mi shook her head: “No, I think it’s quite pitiful that he’s lost his memory and is all alone now.” Although she had felt extremely hateful towards him for the first few years, ten years had passed, and that feeling had long since faded. Now, all she saw was her husband’s loyal subordinate, utterly alone and forlorn.

Meng Xicong frowned and turned her face towards him: “Don’t think about him.”

Three o’clock in the morning.

Meng Xicong opened his eyes.

His lover was sleeping soundly beside him. He stared at her sleeping face for a few seconds, then lowered his head to kiss her forehead before getting up and getting out of bed.

Xing Yi arranged for him to stay in a guest room. Meng Xicong activated his energy field, making his footsteps and breath almost nonexistent, and gently pushed open the door to the guest room.

Xing Yi lay flat on the bed, his tall frame relaxed, his hands clasped over his chest. If anyone else had entered, the highly alert Xing Yi would have woken up immediately. But Meng Xicong was extremely skilled and had managed to make his powerful energy field very gentle, allowing Xing Yi to sleep even more soundly.

Meng Xicong walked to the bedside and looked down at him.

Former adversaries and enemies are now their most loyal and capable subordinates.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, its soft glow like a veil over his face. His thick, dark eyebrows, however, were slightly furrowed, as if he were having an extremely repressed and painful dream.

With a slight thought, Meng Xicong reached out and gently touched his fingertips, and the energy field subtly penetrated his body.

That night, Xing Yi’s dream was clearer than it had been in the past ten years.

Both will suffer.

The dreams he once had were just illusions. There was a man’s voice, vaguely speaking in his mind; he couldn’t make out what it was saying. Or perhaps they were fleeting images, images that seemed joyful, impulsive, painful, or resolute. But he couldn’t see them clearly. Only when he woke up the next day was he covered in sweat…

But that night, he had a very clear dream.

He dreamed that he had become a pair of eyes, an omnipresent pair of eyes.

He saw a magnificent house in front of a strange human man, who was brazenly dressed in his commander’s uniform, standing handsomely and upright in front of the pattering water.

Xing Yi was puzzled, but then he saw the man seem to have thought of something, and a smile appeared on his lips.

For some reason, Xing Yi in his dream suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.

It really hurts. But how can a robot feel pain?

Those eyes were fixed on the man again. Following his gaze, Xing Yi saw a woman in a fiery red dress slowly walking towards him.

The woman’s features were blurry. He saw the man reach out his long arm and embrace the woman’s waist, then lower his head and kiss her deeply and tenderly.

The woman, like a flower, bloomed in the man’s arms. They embraced tightly, like the most devoted lovers, as if they would never be separated.

Xing Yi didn’t know why he dreamed about the man and woman. But those images kept repeating themselves, as if someone was carving them into his heart with a knife.

In a daze, he lowered his head.

He found himself standing right there by the pool. His metal head and body were reflected in the water, shimmering dimly in the ripples.

Beneath the red eyes made of silicon wafers, two tear tracks had unknowingly streamed down.

How can a robot shed tears?

He vaguely thought, “So that was the only one I’ve ever loved and the only one I’ve ever forgotten in all these years.”

But what is that? What exactly is it?

When Xing Yi woke up the next day, he looked exceptionally pale. Meng Yao dragged him to watch the sunrise, and after breakfast, he finally said goodbye.

As Meng Xicong watched his departing figure, he simply embraced the woman beside him tightly.

When Xing Yi returned to his residence, Xing Qilin had been waiting for him for a long time.

He also brought a girl with him, who really met Xing Yi’s requirements—pretty and delicate, petite, with fair skin and big, bright eyes.

Xing Qilin didn’t stay long before taking his leave. That night, Xing Yi tormented the woman all night, only falling into a deep sleep the next morning. He didn’t wake up until evening.

The woman sat on the bed somewhat timidly, unsure of what to do. Xing Yi waved his hand, telling her to move around freely. Then he lit a cigarette, lost in thought.

There’s always something missing about these women.

What is it?