Exclusive Possession – CH 020

Chapter 20. Playing With Fire Will Get You Burned.

After lingering for a while, Mu Xian got up and went to the dark mirror to tidy his clothes. I stayed in bed, hoping he would leave soon.

As he was leaving, he turned to look at me and said, “I had a very pleasant day.”

His tone was gentle, pointed, and tinged with a hint of joy. My face flushed instantly.

Of course I knew what he was talking about—because during the process, I also kissed him proactively and fiercely.

To this day, I still did not understand why I acted that way. Perhaps it was seeing my grandmother lose control of her emotions, and I inevitably became somewhat dependent on her; or perhaps it was because I had been suppressing my emotions for too long and needed to find an outlet. At the time, I just felt crazy and relieved, but now I wish I could chop my tongue off.

He closed the door and walked away. I immediately turned on the light and sat down at the table. The woman in the mirror had disheveled hair and a dazed look in her eyes. Two buttons of her dress were undone, revealing her snow-white shoulders. Her eyes and lips were swollen, and she did not look like me at all. The most embarrassing thing was that the skin on her neck and face felt sticky, as if he had licked it countless times.

After showering and changing my clothes, I called Mop over to teach me how to use the holographic communication device. I saw Grandma again, but this time it was in one-way communication mode, so she could not see me. Outside the window on Earth, the night was a deep blue; she was sitting on the sofa watching TV. It turned out it was already night there.

I could not believe I stayed in the bedroom with Mu Xian for so long without even realizing it.

I leaned on the sofa armrest and silently watched her.

She watched TV for a while, then could not help but tell the nurse about me. The nurse was very patient, sitting beside her and listening, asking questions from time to time. It seems that Mu Xian’s people really took good care of her grandmother.

A little while later, Grandma said to the nurse, “I think that young man today was quite good. Although he is a bit slow and does not seem as quick-witted as Yaoyao, he seems honest and reliable, and he is wearing a military uniform. Soldiers are great!”

The nurse answered decisively, “Of course. Besides, you misunderstand, Your Highness… his IQ is said to be very high.”

Grandma thought for a moment and then said, “Really? That is good. Maybe he is getting a little bored with all the books? By the way, I did not see clearly during the day; what is Xiao Mu’s rank? He is so young; his rank probably is not high yet?”

The nurse, suppressing a laugh, said, “Auntie, his military rank will surely satisfy you.”

I laughed too.

I knew my grandmother was worried about me because I had not found a boyfriend. Now she was clearly relieved and happy. As I listened to her chat with the nurse, I felt a warm glow inside. Even the name “Mu Xian” did not sound so unpleasant coming from her mouth.

Later, after my grandmother fell asleep, I ended the call contentedly and went to the restaurant for lunch, and Mu Xian still had not appeared, so I went back to my room to sleep.

When I woke up again, I was surprised to find that the star systems and warships outside the window were all stationary. I went to the window and was shocked.

I had never seen such a beautiful galaxy.

A silvery-white halo was studded with colorful stars. Like translucent water ripples under the sunlight, it shimmers brilliantly in the universe, frozen in its most beautiful moment, becoming an eternal touch in the Milky Way.

I stopped breathing.

Just then, the communicator on the table rang.

“Miss, this is the most beautiful piece of space in the U3 sector of the Milky Way. Do you like it?” asked Morin.

“Not bad,” I said with a smile.

He chuckled. “I knew you’d like it. The commander specifically ordered the entire fleet to stay for half an hour just for you and even told me to wake you up. Come to the dining hall when you’ve had your fill of sightseeing; I’ve prepared a meal for you.”

He made a special trip just for me? He’d be that thoughtful and considerate? I did not believe it. I bet it was Morin trying to set us up again.

When I saw Morin again, I noticed he was staring at me with a sly smile. Even Mop, who was standing next to me, seemed to be in a good mood, tapping his fingers on the table and humming a tune.

“What happened?” I asked, puzzled.

Morin had been waiting for me to ask, raising both hands and shaking her ten slender, white, metallic fingers: “Ten days, Miss, ten days!”

“What ten days?”

“You know the wedding is set for the 15th, three months from now, right?” His eyes narrowed into slits. “The commander called me a few hours ago, instructing me not to schedule any work or activities for him in the first ten days after the wedding and not to schedule any work for him on any evenings three months after the wedding.”

I was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on me: “Ten whole days?!”

“A full ten days,” Morin said with a smug look on his face.

Of course I knew what he was planning to do during those ten days, but I just felt like crying. I silently calculated it using the Stan calendar again, and three months later, on the 15th, my period would have just ended seven days ago! That meant I could not escape it even for a day.

“How was the number 15 determined?” I was a little unwilling to accept it.

“You did not know?” Morin looked at me in surprise. “We Stan do not believe in good or bad omens. The wedding is scheduled for the time when your chances of conceiving are at their highest.”

……I see.

I remained silent for a moment and realized that I was not really angry; I was probably numb by now.

After I finished eating, Morin started clearing the dishes, while Mop took out a stack of black chips and looked through them. I did not pay much attention at first, since they were mostly fleet images, ammunition inventory, and the like.

Then he activated a chip, and a cockpit appeared on the screen. Outside, the stars twinkled, and inside sat two pilots. I was astonished—because it was me and Kenya.

“What is this?”

Mop glanced at me: “This is the onboard video of you and His Highness Kenya on the fighter jet. The commander ordered that everything from that day be shown to him.”

Of course I understand what he means—Mu Xian was so possessive that he instructed Mop to review all the materials.

Mu Xian knew that Kenya had kissed me, but he did not know that the faster-than-light jump was not carried out by Kenya but by me, with Earth as the destination. He even mistakenly thought that my rebellion against Kenya was out of loyalty to him. And he probably had this misunderstanding because before the coup, I told him that I would fulfill my marital obligations and be faithful in body and soul.

“Can I borrow it to take a look?” I reached out my hand to him. “I also want to review what happened that day.”

He hesitated for a moment, then handed me the chip. I breathed a sigh of relief but was still uneasy, so I casually asked, “Has Mu Xian seen it?”

“Oh, this is a copy for me to file. The original was sent to the commander’s office three hours ago. There are quite a few documents, though, so he probably has not seen it yet,” Mop said. “Is there a problem?”

My heart sank.

At that moment, Morin suddenly raised his wrist: “Commander, what are the instructions? Okay, I understand.”

He ended the call and walked over happily with a tray: “Miss, the commander has been working in the command center. He said he wants you to personally deliver dinner to him.”

“Was it your idea, or his order?” I asked, half-believing.

“Oh, what are you saying! What is the difference! I am of one mind with him, master and servant!” Morin chuckled, covering his mouth. “Remember to tell the Commander that you really like this nebula.”

I hesitated for a moment before taking the plate.

What was meant to happen would happen, there was nothing to be afraid of. Besides, if he had not seen the chip, there might still be a chance to get it back. I did not want to please Mu Xian, but if I angered him, I would be the one who suffered.

I walked along the narrow, dark passageway. The spaceship did indeed follow Mu Xian’s orders—no other males or females appeared, and the entire spaceship was as quiet as an ancient castle in the sky, with only the soft echo of my footsteps.

Through the hexagonal window, I could see the pink, arc-shaped outline of the spaceship and also the ethereal, silvery-white galaxy, undulating in the distance like a pure yet fantastical dream.

My mood became unusually calm. I arrived at the command center and gently knocked on the door.

“Come in,” a soft, steady voice said.

I pushed open the hatch and went inside and saw Mu Xian standing with his back to me. Outside the window was a hazy white expanse, and he seemed to be mesmerized by it.

“Morin said you asked me to bring dinner over.” I placed the tray on the table.

He turned to look at me, his delicate features appearing even more serene and gentle in the sunlight streaming through the window. His dark eyebrows curved slightly, and a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.

“Thank you.” He took his hands out of his pockets, deftly removed his gloves, and casually tossed them onto the table beside him. “Come here.”

Looking at his refined and quiet face, I was a little unsure whether he had already seen the DVD. He probably had not, right? Otherwise, he’d be pinning me to the table and kissing me angrily right now.

Relieved, I slowly walked towards him, my gaze quickly sweeping across the table. Sure enough, there were quite a few chips piled up in the upper right corner. But how could I get my hands on them?

I walked up to him, and he turned his head to look out the window, his voice quite gentle: “Do you like it?”

I followed his gaze to that galaxy, somewhat surprised. It seemed he really had ordered us to stay here, just so I could admire the beauty of the universe.

I felt a little uneasy.

Although I was indignant when the emperor told me about what happened back then—why was I the one who was unlucky? But after these past few days, I’ve come to understand that Mu Xian actually had no choice at the time; in fact, if I were him, I would probably have made the same choice, both for the public and for private reasons.

Seeing him like this made me felt a little bittersweet, and I felt a little sorry for him. Because I knew very well in my heart that he would be a qualified, even excellent, husband.

The past was beyond our control, so perhaps I should be a little nicer to him to make things easier for both of us.

I paused for a moment, then nodded. “I like it.” After a pause, I added, “Thank you, Mu Xian.” My voice was actually a little trembling, because I did not think I had ever thanked him before.

He did not say anything. I turned around and saw him staring at me.

“What is wrong?” I smiled at him, though the smile was still a little stiff.

He was visibly startled, raised his hand, and slowly slid his cold fingertips across my cheek. The movement was very slow. It felt like a cold snail gently crawling across my skin.

“Like you,” he whispered.

“What resembles me?”

“This galaxy.” His voice seemed to came from the depths of his throat, soft and low, as if he were patiently coaxing me.

I was not quite used to his gentleness, and his metaphors were even stranger.

How could a human being resemble a galaxy?

His thumb rested on my lips, his face slightly raised, his eyes veiled in twilight, obscuring my vision.

“Very white, very clean,” he said slowly, “…very beautiful.”

Is this… a compliment? Why did I feel a chill run down my spine?

While I was distracted, his face slowly lowered. I silently told myself to get used to it, closed my eyes, and waited. Suddenly, the communicator on the table rang. He released me and walked to the table.

“I am leaving now.” His aura was a bit strange, and I did not really want to stay here any longer. Besides, I had softened my attitude towards him earlier, and he probably had not noticed, but I felt inexplicably awkward, so I wanted to leave quickly.

He did not answer, and I assumed he had given his consent. I had only taken a few steps toward the door when I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the communicator.

“Commander, this is Fleet Security Officer Rihai,” the voice said. “Miss Hua’s robotic ship guard has been assembled and has begun 24/7 duty upon arrival in the wasteland. Furthermore, I have suspended Miss Hua’s highest-level clearance authority within the fleet and designated Earth a no-fly zone for all fighter jets. Do you have any further orders?”

I froze, a chill running down my spine. Then I heard Mu Xian reply, “Do these first.”

The communication was cut off. I did not even need to turn around to feel two sharp gazes behind me. Without a doubt, he had watched the disc! And he was in a bad mood. That was why he ordered his subordinates to did those things; that was why his expression just now was so sinister and inscrutable.

I should have guessed it! What should I did about my heart?

Footsteps drew closer behind me. After a brief moment of panic, I calmed down. “So what if he knows?” I thought, releasing the hatch handle and turning to look at him.

His face remained as delicate and fair as snow, but his gaze was more somber than before. He even had a smile on his face, but that smile looked more ethereal and indistinct than the starlight outside the window.

“Not leaving?”

Although I decided to face his anger head-on, seeing his chilling expression still made me a little apprehensive. But I did not want to beg him, nor would I offer futile explanations. I looked him straight in the eye: “Will you let me go?”

He shook his head slightly, his whole demeanor cold and dazed. A misty haze seemed to veil his eyes, and his voice was so soft it sounded like it came from a distant place: “Hua Yao, we promised each other fidelity, body and soul. That was my only requirement. I was happy when you agreed. My woman promised to belong to me.”

His tone was so serious that it shook me to my core—he actually valued my promise so much? But his appearance was also a little intimidating, and I panicked, remaining silent.

He suddenly hugged my waist, then buried his face in the crook of my shoulder, his soft black hair brushing against my cheek, and let out a very restrained sigh.

My whole body stiffened, and before I could say anything, he suddenly picked me up and carried me to the bedside.

The moment my back touched the bed, there was a “ripping” sound as fabric tore. My heart sank; he had ripped my skirt in two and tossed it aside.

A surge of intense fear and anger welled up inside me, choking me and making it hard to breathe.

He held my hands and pressed down on my legs, staring silently at my almost naked body. A hint of pain flashed in his eyes, but it quickly returned to its dark state.

“You are mine. You only have me in your heart, only me in your body,” he said in a hoarse voice. “I need to go in; I must go in.”