Ji Ling stayed idly at home, counting on his fingers the days until Ning Yu’s return.
Speaking of which, he hadn't received any gifts from Carlos the last several days, something he wasn’t used to. But on second thought, it might’ve been a good thing, because that meant Carlos finally gave up. Congratulations!
The only thing that worried him was that although Carlos had finally given up on reminding him of his presence at the moment, Wen Yan had been circling in front of him ever since he returned.
It was like one fat lady had finally finished singing, only for the next to come on stage.
Really tiring.
“Young Master, are you thirsty?" Wen Yan's gentle husky voice rang in his ear.
Ji Ling was sitting on a rattan chair and his body stiffened slightly. He turned to look at the silver-haired man standing devoted at his side. Wen Yan’s head was bowed in humility, and the sun made his silver hair shine brightly.
Ji Ling was full of complaints inside. I just wanted to take a nap outside in the sun. Although I kind of do what the elderly like to, do you need to be so conscientious in serving me?
Your election is about to begin, so go and get busy with your political struggle!
Ji Ling felt gloomy, but he didn’t dare show it. He just shook his head: "Not thirsty."
Wen Yan stopped talking and stood there quietly.
JiLing looked at his posture. It seemed like he was going to stay by his side until the end of time. How could he take this?! It’s already very hard for me to keep up the act normally. Even when taking exams, there’s a break time, right? You’re standing here like an invigilator, so I can’t even slack off secretly.
It can’t go on like this. I have to think of something!
Ji Ling was enlightened. This person, Wen Yan, had always acted with profit in mind, so there must be a reason why he stayed by his side. But what benefits could he give him? Nothing more than help him get rid of some annoying flies, and putting some money to work!
He suddenly realized that he was still too careless. He hadn’t even understood such simple logic.
Ji Ling furrowed his brow and stood. He looked up and said, "I heard you’ve been participating in the recent election.”
Wen Yan nodded and said, "Yes."
Ji Ling let out a disdainful sneer and looked at him from the corner of his eye. “Someone like you dares to think about that kind of position?”
Wen Yan’s expression stayed the same, and without even the least bit of displeasure, he whispered, “I’m simply giving it a try.”
Ji Ling didn't seem to think highly of him at all, but after a while, he still opened his communicator and transferred a large sum of money to Wen Yan. Looking up, he showed a small expression of disdain and said, "Take this money, and use it well. In the end, whether you succeed or not... you’re still one our people. Don't look so shabby all day, and embarrass me.”
Wen Yan looked at him deeply for a long time, and lowered his eyes respectfully: “Understood.”
Ji Ling finished, and glanced at Wen Yan who looked indifferent. He had a really good poker face. As expected of the most patient evil villain in the book. He could eat hardships for breakfast everyday in order to reach his goal.
Tsk tsk tsk. Ji ling waved his hand and said, “You may go."
Wen Yan was motionless, and asked, "Don't you need me to serve you?"
Ji Ling said grumpily, "Do I look like someone who lacks people to serve me?!”
Wen Yan looked at the young man in front of him who was starting to get angry, noticing that his eyes flashed about uncomfortably. His heart couldn’t help but turn soft as he tried to suppress the smile on his lips.
Speaking of which, although Ji Ling looked arrogant on the outside, he actually wasn’t a person who enjoyed being served at home. He seemed to prefer being alone than being surrounded by others.
He was someone bossy who flaunted his wealth and luxury in public, but also someone who was quiet and lonely.
However, it so happened that these two contradictory sides were so compatible with each other on him, that they interwove to create a unique, intoxicating charm.
Clearly, Ji Ling gave him money because he wanted to help him, and didn't want to see him lose too badly in public… But he was born saying such hurtful things, as if he was afraid his sincerity would be found out. As an aristocrat, he likely thought subconsciously that it wasn’t normal to want to help a lowly civilian like himself.
But kindness prevailed in the end.
Wen Yan's eyes looked incredibly tender, so much that the usual deep blackness seemed to turn to a puddle of goo, and a silent vortex swept everything [dark] away.
When Ji Ling fell into his line of sight, he once again felt what he had the day before yesterday when Wen Yan looked at him with that frightening expression. He quickly escaped that line of sight, and sat down on the chair all huffy puffy! You already got the money. What else do you want?
If you’re not leaving, then fine. Go whenever you want!
Ji Ling stopped looking at Wen Yan and had nothing to do, so he opened the news. Ning Yu should be back today, right? He swiped for a long time, and finally saw the latest news that was instantly making headlines on the starwide net.
The civilians' hottest hero, the so-called star of tomorrow, Ning Yu, and Marshal Brandon, had finally returned!
Because the battle with the Bugs in Nadeau Galaxy ended in a resounding victory, it was said that they’d all be received personally by His Majesty, Emperor Sui.
Ji Ling’s eyes brightened, and he suddenly had an idea.
According to his understanding of the book’s plot, Wen Yan would become friends with Ning Yu after becoming the Speaker of the House. Although there wasn’t a clear description in the book, it seemed to imply that Wen Yan had other interests in Ning Yu.
In this heart-throbbing interstellar story, no male lead or villain could resist Ning Yu's protagonist powers!
Ji Ling closed the news, and turned to Wen Yan.
Wen Yan looked up at him.
Ji Ling looked contemptuously and sneered, "What star of tomorrow? He’s just a lowly civilian. So what if he comes to Empire Star, and is received by His Majesty? Does he really think he can climb to the top so easily? At the end of the day, he’ll just be like you, a dog. He should have some self-awareness."
Wen Yan thinned his lips, and the look in his eyes finally changed.
Ji Ling looked complacent. After all, leaving Ning Yu out to dry was the right attitude! He disdainfully glanced at Wen Yan, fearlessly continuing to his death with a smirk.
Wen Yan slowly tightened his hands, and honed in on Ji Ling.
Ever since he was reborn, he’d always told himself that he wouldn’t ask for more. He’d be satisfied just as long as he could stay by this person's side and watch over his happiness. But at this moment, listening to what Ji Ling said, and watching him care so much about the few words Jing Sui said, he thought of all the things Ji Ling did because of Ning Yu last life…
Only then did he realize how jealous he was.
This pair of beautiful eyes, from beginning to end, only ever chased Jing Sui, and never... seriously looked back at him.
In this life or last life…
It was all the same.
Wen Yan's eyes were filled with jealousy and pain, turning dark as night. He said a single word: “Really?”
Translator's notes
Haha, it looks like Wen Yan was taking all the gifts Carlos sent so Ji Ling wouldn't get any more.
Ji Ling stayed idly at home, counting on his fingers the days until Ning Yu’s return.
Speaking of which, he hadn't received any gifts from Carlos the last several days, something he wasn’t used to. But on second thought, it might’ve been a good thing, because that meant Carlos finally gave up. Congratulations!
The only thing that worried him was that although Carlos had finally given up on reminding him of his presence at the moment, Wen Yan had been circling in front of him ever since he returned.
It was like one fat lady had finally finished singing, only for the next to come on stage.
Really tiring.
“Young Master, are you thirsty?" Wen Yan's gentle husky voice rang in his ear.
Ji Ling was sitting on a rattan chair and his body stiffened slightly. He turned to look at the silver-haired man standing devoted at his side. Wen Yan’s head was bowed in humility, and the sun made his silver hair shine brightly.
Ji Ling was full of complaints inside. I just wanted to take a nap outside in the sun. Although I kind of do what the elderly like to, do you need to be so conscientious in serving me?
Your election is about to begin, so go and get busy with your political struggle!
Ji Ling felt gloomy, but he didn’t dare show it. He just shook his head: "Not thirsty."
Wen Yan stopped talking and stood there quietly.
JiLing looked at his posture. It seemed like he was going to stay by his side until the end of time. How could he take this?! It’s already very hard for me to keep up the act normally. Even when taking exams, there’s a break time, right? You’re standing here like an invigilator, so I can’t even slack off secretly.
It can’t go on like this. I have to think of something!
Ji Ling was enlightened. This person, Wen Yan, had always acted with profit in mind, so there must be a reason why he stayed by his side. But what benefits could he give him? Nothing more than help him get rid of some annoying flies, and putting some money to work!
He suddenly realized that he was still too careless. He hadn’t even understood such simple logic.
Ji Ling furrowed his brow and stood. He looked up and said, "I heard you’ve been participating in the recent election.”
Wen Yan nodded and said, "Yes."
Ji Ling let out a disdainful sneer and looked at him from the corner of his eye. “Someone like you dares to think about that kind of position?”
Wen Yan’s expression stayed the same, and without even the least bit of displeasure, he whispered, “I’m simply giving it a try.”
Ji Ling didn't seem to think highly of him at all, but after a while, he still opened his communicator and transferred a large sum of money to Wen Yan. Looking up, he showed a small expression of disdain and said, "Take this money, and use it well. In the end, whether you succeed or not... you’re still one our people. Don't look so shabby all day, and embarrass me.”
Wen Yan looked at him deeply for a long time, and lowered his eyes respectfully: “Understood.”
Ji Ling finished, and glanced at Wen Yan who looked indifferent. He had a really good poker face. As expected of the most patient evil villain in the book. He could eat hardships for breakfast everyday in order to reach his goal.
Tsk tsk tsk. Ji ling waved his hand and said, “You may go."
Wen Yan was motionless, and asked, "Don't you need me to serve you?"
Ji Ling said grumpily, "Do I look like someone who lacks people to serve me?!”
Wen Yan looked at the young man in front of him who was starting to get angry, noticing that his eyes flashed about uncomfortably. His heart couldn’t help but turn soft as he tried to suppress the smile on his lips.
Speaking of which, although Ji Ling looked arrogant on the outside, he actually wasn’t a person who enjoyed being served at home. He seemed to prefer being alone than being surrounded by others.
He was someone bossy who flaunted his wealth and luxury in public, but also someone who was quiet and lonely.
However, it so happened that these two contradictory sides were so compatible with each other on him, that they interwove to create a unique, intoxicating charm.
Clearly, Ji Ling gave him money because he wanted to help him, and didn't want to see him lose too badly in public… But he was born saying such hurtful things, as if he was afraid his sincerity would be found out. As an aristocrat, he likely thought subconsciously that it wasn’t normal to want to help a lowly civilian like himself.
But kindness prevailed in the end.
Wen Yan's eyes looked incredibly tender, so much that the usual deep blackness seemed to turn to a puddle of goo, and a silent vortex swept everything [dark] away.
When Ji Ling fell into his line of sight, he once again felt what he had the day before yesterday when Wen Yan looked at him with that frightening expression. He quickly escaped that line of sight, and sat down on the chair all huffy puffy! You already got the money. What else do you want?
If you’re not leaving, then fine. Go whenever you want!
Ji Ling stopped looking at Wen Yan and had nothing to do, so he opened the news. Ning Yu should be back today, right? He swiped for a long time, and finally saw the latest news that was instantly making headlines on the starwide net.
The civilians' hottest hero, the so-called star of tomorrow, Ning Yu, and Marshal Brandon, had finally returned!
Because the battle with the Bugs in Nadeau Galaxy ended in a resounding victory, it was said that they’d all be received personally by His Majesty, Emperor Sui.
Ji Ling’s eyes brightened, and he suddenly had an idea.
According to his understanding of the book’s plot, Wen Yan would become friends with Ning Yu after becoming the Speaker of the House. Although there wasn’t a clear description in the book, it seemed to imply that Wen Yan had other interests in Ning Yu.
In this heart-throbbing interstellar story, no male lead or villain could resist Ning Yu's protagonist powers!
Ji Ling closed the news, and turned to Wen Yan.
Wen Yan looked up at him.
Ji Ling looked contemptuously and sneered, "What star of tomorrow? He’s just a lowly civilian. So what if he comes to Empire Star, and is received by His Majesty? Does he really think he can climb to the top so easily? At the end of the day, he’ll just be like you, a dog. He should have some self-awareness."
Wen Yan thinned his lips, and the look in his eyes finally changed.
Ji Ling looked complacent. After all, leaving Ning Yu out to dry was the right attitude! He disdainfully glanced at Wen Yan, fearlessly continuing to his death with a smirk.
Wen Yan slowly tightened his hands, and honed in on Ji Ling.
Ever since he was reborn, he’d always told himself that he wouldn’t ask for more. He’d be satisfied just as long as he could stay by this person's side and watch over his happiness. But at this moment, listening to what Ji Ling said, and watching him care so much about the few words Jing Sui said, he thought of all the things Ji Ling did because of Ning Yu last life…
Only then did he realize how jealous he was.
This pair of beautiful eyes, from beginning to end, only ever chased Jing Sui, and never... seriously looked back at him.
In this life or last life…
It was all the same.
Wen Yan's eyes were filled with jealousy and pain, turning dark as night. He said a single word: “Really?”
Translator's notes
Haha, it looks like Wen Yan was taking all the gifts Carlos sent so Ji Ling wouldn't get any more.
