Exclusive Possession – CH 055

Chapter 55.

The sky was dotted with stars, and the city lights stood in rows. As night fell, the capital city became increasingly bustling, with cheers occasionally rising from the streets—reportedly, it was a spontaneous parade organized by the people to celebrate Mu Xian’s awakening.

I sat on the balcony, gazing at the dazzling night sky, a smile always playing on my lips. Morin was setting out freshly cooked food on the table—Mu Xian had just woken up and desperately needed to replenish his energy. So, half an hour after he awoke, Morin Mop arrived again.

While setting it out, Morin asked, “By the way, did you ask him about the question we discussed yesterday—why was he able to unleash such powerful mental energy to destroy the monster at the last moment? Was it because he saw you in danger that he unleashed it? This is a question that the entire scientific and military communities of the empire are concerned about.”

I smiled slightly: “I didn’t ask.”

Who had time to ask? I’ve been pinned down on the bed and kissed by him for the past half hour…

The door to the room opened slightly, and we both turned around at the same time. Mu Xian walked out wearing a white bathrobe and with wet hair.

Morin had already set out the food, winked at me, and went back to his room to wait. Mop said respectfully, “Commander, everything’s arranged. He will be discharged first thing tomorrow morning.”

Mu Xian nodded lightly, and the two of them quickly left the room.

The room returned to silence. He looked exceptionally fair and handsome after his bath, and standing under the light, his gaze became deep and dark as he looked at me. My face flushed, and I said softly, “Come and eat.”

Without saying a word, he slowly walked over, glanced at the food on the table, and sat down.

The night breeze was cool on the balcony. We sat on opposite sides of the small round table, neither of us speaking for a while. I had already eaten dinner, and gazing at the hazy night, I drifted off into thought.

“Knock knock.” The crisp sound pulled me back to reality.

I turned my head and saw that he had one hand on the table, his dark eyes staring at me quietly. He had obviously tapped the table to signal me.

What was he implying? I looked at him, puzzled.

He paused for a moment, a faint smile flickering in his deep eyes, and said in a low voice, “Hey, me.”

I was taken aback, then couldn’t help but laugh—he was remembering how I fed him and coaxed him to eat in the virtual world. But back then, he was as innocent and dependent on me as a child. Now, although he looks refined and gentle, he exudes a compelling masculine aura.

“No, you eat it yourself…” Before she could finish speaking, he had already pulled me over and placed me on his lap.

“Hey,” he commanded, close to my ear.

…

He was indeed very hungry, devouring the food like a whirlwind. I sat in his lap and fed him by hand, feeling…so sweet inside.

He finished eating quickly, and I got up to clean up while he went to the bathroom to wash his face. Just as I finished cleaning the balcony, I felt a tightness around my waist as he picked me up and carried me to the bed inside.

“Morin said to exercise more.” He looked down at me, his voice a little hoarse.

“Mmm.” I smiled.

He didn’t act immediately but looked at me intently and suddenly gave a faint smile.

“Not memorable enough?”

“Huh? What?”

“So…” he stared at me, “that’s why you got it wrong. We should have done it a few times.”

I was stunned, and my face flushed—he was talking about that time in the space when I tried to lie to him that I would only do it once, but he still saw through my lie because of his amnesia.

I covered my burning face with my hand and subconsciously blurted out my inner thoughts: “Why should I have such a strong impression of this kind of thing…”

That night, I paid the price for those words.

He did it very “profoundly,” and he did more than that.

When I finally collapsed into his arms, completely exhausted, it was already past midnight. At that moment, I truly hated the short day-night cycle on Stanstar; 16 hours a night felt so long…

Perhaps because we had slept too long, neither of us felt sleepy. His cheeks still had a lingering flush, and his dark eyes were fixed on the starry sky outside the window, as if he were deep in thought.

My fingers slid across his chest, and I gently pressed my nose against it to smell. He used to always smell me, but now I realized that his body also had a scent, especially his strong yet supple muscles, which exuded a light, slightly warm, and pleasant aroma—could this be the legendary “masculine scent”?

“Hua Yao.” He suddenly turned his gaze from the window, looking down at me. “What do you want?”

“Um?”

“Whatever you want, I will give it to you.”

I laughed: “Why are you suddenly giving me something?”

He didn’t laugh. After a moment of silence, he stared at me and said, “I hope to better satisfy you.”

I stared at him blankly.

Was he thinking about this when he was staring out the window in a daze?

Was this how he expressed his feelings? He didn’t say he liked me, he didn’t say he felt sorry for me, he just concluded after a brief moment of thought that he should “better satisfy me”?

So chauvinistic, yet so…sincere and adorable.

My heart softened, and I blurted out, “Mu Xian, I like you very much, very much.”

His gaze visibly faltered, and he reached out to pinch my chin, slowly repeating in a low voice, “You like me very much?”

My face burned as I met his sharp gaze and said, “I used to have a knot in my heart, and I never thought about what I should do for you. But I really like you, and I want to be good to you; I have to be really good to you. From now on, I will take the initiative to be a good wife, care for you, take care of you, and make you happy every day. I also want you to never be sad or upset when you’re with me.” By the end, my eyes were a little hot.

His eyes instantly darkened and intensified as he stared at me, remaining silent for a long while. I felt a little embarrassed, but a deep smile appeared in his eyes. He rolled over and pinned me down, his erection already rock hard, eager to push inside.

Knowing that he was trying to express his emotions this way, I was both annoyed and amused. I reached out and pressed my hand against his chest: “Wait, I’m not finished yet. Precisely because I want to be good to you, I will also have expectations of you.”

He looked up at me.

“You aren’t allowed to be so chauvinistic towards me anymore,” I said. “Don’t always say you have to handle everything and never tell me anything. You need to seriously consider and respect my opinions; we are going to be husband and wife. That doesn’t only mean I’m your woman, but also that you’re my man.”

A smile flashed across his face: “You can give your opinion, and I will make the decision.”

“No!” I copied him, reaching out to pinch his chin, but he easily grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed.

“Did you even hear what I just said? I was very serious.”

“Hmm,” he responded softly, his lowered eyes focused and intense. “Are you done? Lift your legs up.”

He clearly didn’t take my words seriously, which annoyed me. I kicked him and turned away, ignoring him. He didn’t seem to care and simply came in from behind. As we continued, I became a little infatuated and forgot my anger, wrapping my arms around his neck. In my final, hazy state, I still managed to mutter, “From now on, you have to promise to respect my opinions and not always think for me on your own.”

He didn’t answer at all, but instead pounded me harder until I couldn’t utter a complete sentence. It was as if he wanted to declare to me that he would always be in control of our relationship.

***

We didn’t get to sleep until almost dawn, but Morin and Mop were quite considerate and didn’t come to tell us to prepare for discharge until almost noon.

I was still thinking about what happened yesterday and wasn’t happy. When I got in the car, I kept looking out the window and ignored him. But the whole way, Mop kept having me sign documents. He was very focused on his work and didn’t even glance at me once.

Once the convoy left the Royal Hospital and entered the high-speed suspended highway, my attention was drawn to something else—

Colorful flowers adorned both sides of the road; LCD banners filled with blessings floated atop the tall buildings on either side; the ground was packed with people, their faces beaming with excitement, all chanting the same name: “Nuo’er, Nuo’er, Nuo’er…”

The whole street seemed to be set ablaze with enthusiasm. If this road hadn’t been cleared specifically for us, I believe we wouldn’t have been able to take a single step.

“The Commander has become an idol!” Morin, sitting across from me, said to me in a mischievous, low voice.

I chuckled and turned to look. Mu Xian was indifferently looking back at me from outside the window—I immediately turned to look out the window.

When we arrived at Mu Xian’s residence in the capital, we realized that the enthusiasm of the crowd was even stronger than we had imagined.

This was a villa a little further from the city center, but still within the city limits. It was a house allocated to Mu Xian by the royal family several years ago. A high wall separates the villa from the road outside. Mop also brought a guard of 500 men, with sentries every three steps to strengthen ground and air defenses.

But even as we entered the living room, we could still hear cheers and shouts outside the wall. After a while, Mop came running in to report, “The crowd’s growing larger and larger, probably exceeding five thousand people. Traffic in the vicinity is paralyzed, and some are even trying to break through the guards to get in. They want to see you, Commander. Should we send troops to disperse them?”

Morin and I were looking around the living room when we heard this, and we both looked at Mu Xian. Mu Xian was sitting on the sofa, her fair face with her brows slightly furrowed, clearly not happy.

Should we send in troops to disperse the crowd? I couldn’t help but frown.

Suddenly, Mu Xian turned his gaze to me and asked, “Hua Yao, what do you think is the appropriate way to handle this?”

I was taken aback.

Not only me, but Mop also silently looked up at me, and Morin even exclaimed, “Huh?” and blinked his big eyes, looking very surprised.

Of course, I was surprised; Mu Xian actually took the initiative to ask for my opinion.

My cheeks felt slightly hot—he listened.

Although he refused to admit it verbally, his actions showed me the answer.

Moreover, he was a man of his word, and having made this start today, he would be careful to change in the future.

I met his clear gaze and couldn’t help but smile. A smile slowly rose in his eyes as well. We looked at each other from more than ten meters away, neither of us saying a word.

until……

“Ahem, Miss, may I ask how to handle the crowd outside?” Mop looked at me, his voice seemingly tinged with amusement.

My face flushed, and I replied, “They mean no harm; they just idolize Mu Xian too much. If there are no safety concerns, I think Mu Xian could go out and meet them to thank them for their support and ask them to leave and not cause any disturbance. That would be better. We shouldn’t deploy the army to deal with the crowd; otherwise, those who originally supported Mu Xian might harbor resentment. It wouldn’t be good for Mu Xian’s reputation either.”

“Send the commander to see them?” Morin was the first to express his surprise, while Mop looked at Mu Xian without saying a word.

Everyone knew that Mu Xian dislikes engaging with the public the most.

He was silent for a few seconds, looked at me, but spoke to Mop: “Do as she says.”

Mop nodded, and they both stood up, seemingly about to head outside. I quickly followed, asking, “Is everything safe… alright?”

Mop smiled: “Don’t worry, Miss.” Mu Xian glanced at me: “You aren’t allowed to go out. Morin, keep an eye on her.”

As soon as they left, Morin sidled up to me, grinning. I smiled too, and he immediately knelt on one knee, clutching my shoe: “Mistress! You’re the true ruler of this world!”

I couldn’t help but chuckle: “Go listen to what he said.” As soon as I finished speaking, we heard a deafening cheer outside the high wall, which startled us both so much that we both stood up.

But it quickly quieted down outside, and then I heard Mu Xian’s low, gentle voice. His voice wasn’t loud, but it was exceptionally clear, like he was speaking right next to my ear. He must have used his mental power.

“My wife told me to tell you: Thank you for your support, please leave immediately, don’t make a fuss, and don’t cause any disturbance.”

Then… there was no sound.

Morin and I were both stunned—he really did repeat what I said verbatim…

After a brief silence, sporadic applause broke out outside the wall, growing louder and louder, but no one shouted anymore. After a while, Mu Xian and Mop were seen walking into the house together, while the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the wall, indicating that the crowd had begun to disperse.

“Miss’s method’s very effective,” Mop said with a smile. Mu Xian stood there, looking up at me quietly.

Looking at his handsome and tall appearance and recalling what he had just said, “My wife told me to say it,”… I suddenly felt a surge of impulse, walked straight up to him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him: “Well done.”

His eyes widened in surprise, a smile flashing across them, before he immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me forcefully and passionately. Mop and Morin were as invisible as if they were invisible, not making a sound, and I ignored them.

***

In the afternoon, Mu Xian and Mop went to the palace to visit the emperor, report on recent events, and finalize our wedding arrangements. Since I was determined to be a good wife, I immediately dragged Morin into the kitchen to learn how to cook.

The thought of him secretly thrilled to eat the meal I cooked filled me with energy. And when I said I was determined to treat Mu Xian even better, Morin was even more excited than I was, turning his power up to the max and wielding the kitchen knife like a phantom.

After working for two hours, my wrist communicator rang. When I answered it, it was Mu Xian.

“What are you doing?” a deep, gentle voice asked.

Looking at the dazzling array of ingredients in front of me, I felt a surge of joy and excitement, but I deliberately spoke casually, “I’m cooking for you.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then his cheerful voice came through: “Okay. I will be back soon.”

After hanging up the phone, I stared at the boiling soup pot and couldn’t help but laugh. A moment later, I realized something was wrong—where had Morin gone?

After a long while, Morin rushed back to the kitchen. His eyes widened, and he gasped for breath. “Miss, something terrible has happened! I just called Mop to ask what time they’d be back for dinner, but he told me he’s going to report what Yipucheng said to the commander later!”

I was taken aback. What had Yi Pucheng said?

“It’s about Yi Pucheng proposing to you!” Morin stomped her foot. “That stubborn Mop, yesterday Yi Pucheng impersonated him to approach you, and he felt incredibly guilty and upset. I think he’s even become a bit paranoid. He said he thought about it all night and decided that from now on, he will report everything about Yi Pucheng to the Commander truthfully to eliminate any potential problems… Miss, won’t the Commander be very angry?”

I thought for a moment and comforted Morin, “It’s okay; it’s Yi Pucheng’s own idea; it has nothing to do with us. Mu Xian will just sulk at most, and if necessary, he can go and settle accounts with Yi Pucheng.”

Hearing me say that, Morin calmed down, let out a long breath, and said, “That’s true.” After thinking for a moment, her tone became cheerful again, and she grinned mischievously at me. “Oh, oh, oh! Miss, according to the psychology of love, with other competitors, the Commander will love and value you even more!”

I was chopping vegetables with a smile, but after a while, I suddenly realized something was wrong.

Mop… Did he have to report anything related to Yi Pucheng to Mu Xian?

I looked at Morin suspiciously: “That matter… You didn’t tell Mop, did you?” Seeing my tense expression, Morin lowered her voice and leaned closer: “What’s it?”

“It’s the one we saw in Yi Pucheng… Please don’t tell Mop; if Mu Xian finds out about this…” As I said this, I couldn’t help but get nervous.

However, Morin’s expression froze, and he opened his mouth but didn’t say anything.

My heart skipped a beat: Oh no.

Sure enough, after stammering for a while, he finally slammed his head against the wall and mumbled, “Miss, I didn’t mean to. I was very confused and sad during the days you were unconscious, and I told Mop everything. Especially that matter; it’s been bothering me a lot…”