Inside the lounge, Lian Qiguang sat in a chair curiously fiddling with the spatial device in his hand while letting a woman beside him mess with his hair.
In this era, spatial devices had already become common items—almost everyone had one. Some were good, some were poor. The poor ones were just simple storage tools. The top-tier ones, however, could not only store items but also preserve food. Larger spaces could even hold suspended vehicles and flying machines. Moreover, spatial devices could be shaped into anything according to a person’s needs—like a small accessory, or even a weapon.
In Lian Qiguang’s mind, spatial ability users who in the apocalypse had only been mobile warehouses were now powerful offensive existences. For example, spatial instant movement, space tearing, void trapping, and so on.
If back then in the apocalypse those spatial ability users had possessed this kind of strength, perhaps so many people would not have died.
Lian Qiguang’s lowered eyes dimmed slightly. Spatial ability users, who originally had zero combat power but were forced to be protected as mobile storage units holding everyone’s life-saving supplies.
“Madam.” Butler Qi walked in from outside. “This is the wedding attire just delivered. Would you like to try it on first? If anything is unsuitable, it can be sent back for alterations.” As he spoke, a machine beside him lifted the clothing.
It was a white suit. The hem was embroidered with silver thread, and the suit itself was woven with silver patterns. A closer look revealed it was the legendary dragon pattern of ancient times. Anyone who wasn’t blind could tell this was no ordinary garment.
Lian Qiguang pulled back his thoughts, put down the spatial device, and stood up. He walked to the machine behind Butler Qi, expressionlessly picked up the clothes, didn’t even look at them, and began taking off what he was wearing.
“Madam!” Butler Qi quickly grabbed Lian Qiguang’s wrist right as he was about to undress, the corner of his eye twitching slightly. Lian Qiguang looked up blankly at the hand holding him, considering whether to cut it off. “Madam,” Butler Qi withdrew his hand, straightened his clothes, and regained his usual composure. “There is a fitting room here.” He gestured toward a nearby room with a smile.
Lian Qiguang glanced at him faintly, then turned and walked into the fitting room.
Inside, Lian Qiguang quickly removed his clothes and picked up the wedding suit prepared by Butler Qi. Just as he was about to put it on, he stopped when he saw himself in the mirror.
On his fair skin, as smooth as fine cold jade, a silver-white snake was coiled around his neck, its head hovering near his chest with its tongue flicking out.
Lian Qiguang’s fingers lightly brushed the snake’s head. The presence of the snake was very faint—if one didn’t look closely, it could almost be ignored—but it was undeniably there.
A trace of confusion flashed across his face. It hadn’t been there before.
His fingers lightly traced the snake pattern, feeling its existence. Very familiar. It even felt like he had seen it somewhere before.
“Madam! Madam!!” Butler Qi’s voice came from outside the fitting room. Lian Qiguang snapped back to reality, the confusion fading as his expression returned to blankness.
He quickly put on the suit and opened the door, still carrying his usual casual demeanor.
The moment he opened the door, everyone outside seemed momentarily dazed.
The young man wore a white suit that perfectly outlined his youthful yet subtly alluring figure. The white shirt inside was slightly loose, with two buttons undone, revealing delicate collarbones. His originally slightly messy hair, which had been covering his eyes, was now neatly combed to one side, fully exposing a pair of slightly upturned glass-black eyes.
Under a small, refined nose, his lips were lightly pressed together. Yet beneath those slightly moist, tear-like eyes, there was an irresistible fragility that made him impossible to appear truly resolute.
An absolute top-tier beauty.
This was everyone’s thought at that moment. With this appearance, he was the kind of existence that could drive people crazy. Not only in the First District—even across the entire Blue Star, there were hardly a few like him.
Xiahou Shaoyao sat on the sofa, looking at the projection of the young man, his eyes darkening slightly.
“Early on I knew the sister-in-law was good-looking, but I didn’t expect him to become so deadly after dressing up,” one of them said in shock.
“So good-looking, it’s a pity he’s the boss’s wife,” another shook his head.
Xiahou Shaoyao glanced coldly at the noisy group, his gaze instantly making them shut up.
Xiahou Shaoyao looked at Lian Qiguang with an unreadable expression.
“Boss, are you sure your plan still needs to continue?” An Yi asked with a smile.
“This matter is none of your concern anymore,” Xiahou Shaoyao said in a low voice. “What? Boss is tempted?” An Yi smiled faintly. “With this level of beauty in the entire Blue Star, it’s rare. Even if he’s physically and mentally useless, just that face alone is enough to drive people crazy.”
“Physically and mentally useless?” Xiahou Shaoyao let out a cold laugh. The temperature in the room dropped instantly. “An Yi, I think you’ve been too comfortable these years.”
An Yi froze slightly. “What do you mean?”
“Your intelligence network needs restructuring.”
“I promised my grandfather I would consider it. You don’t need to interfere in this anymore,” Xiahou Shaoyao ordered.
“Yes!”
Scene transition.
“Madam, this outfit suits you very well.” Butler Qi, the first to recover, smiled.
“Is this enough?” Lian Qiguang looked at him expressionlessly, a rare hint of childish irritation appearing. After being made to sit still for three to four hours and repeatedly adjusted, anyone would be unhappy.
Butler Qi smiled more sincerely this time. “If Madam feels satisfied, then there is no need for further adjustments.”
“I’m satisfied,” Lian Qiguang replied immediately.
He walked to the sofa and leaned back lazily, chewing on a fruit from the table that tasted like a green jujube, except larger and purple.
“Where is he?” he suddenly asked.
“Hmm? May I ask who Madam is referring to?”
“My nominal wife, Xiahou Shaoyao.”
“PFFT!!!” On the other side, Xuan Lang sprayed tea all over Chong Mu’s face and then burst into laughter that nearly shook the room. Even An Yi’s smile froze slightly.
Xiahou Shaoyao stared at the projection of the still-expressionless young man chewing fruit, his fists tightening with a cracking sound.
……
Butler Qi’s smile stiffened. He glanced subtly toward a corner before looking back at Lian Qiguang, his expression carrying a hint of sympathy.
“Madam is looking for the Major General?”
“I have something to ask him,” Lian Qiguang said, pausing slightly while chewing. He lifted his eyes to the ceiling, then slowly looked back at Butler Qi, expression serious. “I’m engaged to him. If one day I get tired of him, is it considered a breakup or a divorce?”
“……”
Butler Qi: “……”
Everyone: “……”