I Hate That Jerk of a Spouse - Chapter 6

Does fighting count as emotional exchange? Make me cry again and I will…

It was better to listen to his elder brother; otherwise, if Levia complained, he might have Leslie’s leave revoked, which would be a disaster.

Although, rationally speaking, his brother, who had always doted on him, would not do anything so outrageous, when it involved Casper, Levia was capable of anything.

The incident where Levia had crossed two star sectors just to beat Casper up was still vivid in his memory.

Nothing good ever came from those two bugs getting together.

Leslie sighed deeply, set the navigation route for the Second Legion’s base, and after the shuttle took off, he turned back to hug Casper, feeling utterly miserable.

“Can’t you just let me have a proper vacation?”

Casper glanced at the navigation map and understood what was happening. He held the suddenly dejected Leslie and sat down on the sofa, letting him lean on his shoulder while raising a hand to stroke the hair on the back of Leslie’s head.

The manual provided by the doctor stated that during the physiological awakening period, a male’s emotions were sensitive, shifted rapidly, and were easily startled.

Casper felt that was absolutely correct.

He had already witnessed the male’s instant mood swings several times.

“At times like this, you must be patient and soothing. You can keep your mouth shut, but you must not say the wrong thing.”

After almost making Leslie cry again last night, Casper deeply felt that he was terrible with words. His best choice was to keep quiet and silently release soothing pheromones.

Leslie’s moods came and went quickly; his ability to accept reality was top-tier. He began to probe Casper about his impression of Levia.

“Casper, you have known my brother for a long time, right? How do you view him?”

They would be family soon; it was better to resolve conflicts early. Constant fighting and killing were so harmful to harmony.

Casper’s mind conjured an image of the First Prince, who was like a flame.

The First Prince, Levia, looked very much like the Bug Emperor: fire-red, slightly curly hair and emerald green eyes. At first glance, he was an arrogant and noble figure.

But in reality, Levia was very approachable, cheerful, and lively. In the First Prince’s eyes, nobles and commoners were the same; as long as one had ability, they would be appreciated.

The only exception was Casper.

It was rumored throughout the military that Casper had deeply offended the First Prince, which was why he was picked on and challenged every other day.

At first, Casper just thought Levia was upset about losing to him in military martial arts competitions. After all, Casper used unorthodox styles that the noble prince had not seen before, so it was normal for him to be taken down by surprise.

It was not until two years ago, when Levia flew his own ultra-high-speed jump ship across two star sectors just to beat him, that Casper realized the root cause of it all was Leslie.

Feeling at fault, Casper stopped fighting back halfway through and took a sound beating.

At that time, he was even grateful.

Grateful that he had rejected Leslie.

A bug like him, who crawled out of the mud from the bottom, was not worthy of the Second Prince’s admiration and affection. The young prince was just momentarily blinded by his achievements and glory, mistaking his worship of a strong individual for love for a mate. Once he realized what kind of bug he truly was, he would not feel that way anymore.

A position as important as a Ci Jun should be filled by someone from an equal social standing, chosen by a prince born in the clouds and shrouded in glory.

But now, to save him, his Highness had still given him the position of Ci Jun—a bug completely unworthy of the title.

Casper could fully imagine how angry Levia must be.

“The First Prince is excellent; he is approachable, has outstanding abilities, and has a very good reputation in the military.”

Leslie was stunned. “Huh?”

“That is how you view my brother? With the way you two look at each other with mutual loathing, I thought you absolutely hated him!”

He truly could not understand what was going on in the minds of these female bugs. Giving such high praise on one hand, while fighting each other to the death on the other.

“Then why do you two always fight?”

Casper was silent for a moment, struggling to come up with a reasonable explanation. “This is our way of exchanging emotions.”

“…”

Those golden eyes widened slowly, filled with disbelief.

Casper thought to himself: “Exchanging feelings of hatred and disgust also counts as exchanging emotions, right?”

Levia had given notice in advance, so Leslie’s shuttle encountered green lights all the way and stopped unobstructed in front of the Military and Political Building.

Leslie linked his arm with Casper’s and greeted Levia, who was waiting at the entrance, with a brilliant smile: “Brother!”

A collective intake of breath echoed around them.

The male, who had become even more exquisite and beautiful after his physiological awakening, was like a natural focal point under the bright sun. Even the stars seemed to favor him; his soft, long, silver-white hair was brushed by the breeze, and a faint, fresh fragrance wafted along with it.

The Second Legion had an excellent atmosphere under Levia’s rule. During their break time, the military females who were able to get up were all sneakily peeking at the Second Prince.

A vein throbbed on Levia’s temple, partly because of the shameless Casper, and partly because of some subordinates who had too much time on their hands.

“I will add extra training for them when I get back.”

Levia took a deep breath, put on an incredibly bright smile, brushed past Casper nonchalantly, and gave his brother a big hug.

“Long time no see, Leslie. Congratulations on coming of age.”

Leslie hugged his brother back, then pulled Casper over to introduce him: “Brother, this is my Ci Jun, General Casper. You know him.”

Leslie poked Casper secretly, reminding him in a small voice: “Call him brother.”

For a moment, the expressions of both bugs were quite strange.

The order of his Xiongzhǔ had to be obeyed. Casper stiffened his face and said clearly: “Brother.”

Levia clenched his fists under his sleeves, barely maintaining the smile on his face.

“Yeah.”

Levia patted his brother’s head, handed Leslie over to his adjutant for reception, gave Casper a look, and walked toward the training room first.

Casper followed him knowingly.

“No! Where are you two going?”

Leslie looked at the two bugs, who were communicating in riddles, in confusion.

Levia looked back with that same bright, gentle smile.

“General Casper is newly married; I am going to celebrate with him.”

Casper nodded in agreement, giving Leslie a reassuring look.

“It is okay, Your Highness, we will be back soon.”

Leslie watched in a daze as the two entered the training room and locked the door.

“Huh?”

Wait, that is my Ci Jun! Brother, you are just taking him away like that? Your methods of celebration as female bugs are so weird.

Inside the training room, it was, unsurprisingly, a conventional brawl.

But after only a few moves, Levia stopped. He frowned deeply and looked at Casper suspiciously:

“Are you carrying an egg?”

That should not be right. His brother only had his physiological awakening the day before yesterday; how could it be confirmed so quickly? Then why had Casper been dodging and specifically protecting his abdomen?

A possibility flashed through his mind, and Levia’s eyes turned fierce.

Casper is not carrying another male’s egg, is he? What a scumbag!

Casper lowered his defensive hands and said coolly: “No. Did the First Prince not want to beat me to vent your anger?”

The implication was that he would not fight back.

Levia sneered, lifted his chin, and looked at Casper: “I do not need that. Bring out your best strength. I want to see if you are worthy of being my brother’s Ci Jun.”

If Levia had said anything else, Casper might not have cared. But the question of whether he was worthy of being Leslie’s Ci Jun struck his Achilles’ heel without a doubt.

Casper’s docile, indifferent gaze instantly sharpened. A thick, minty pheromone was released, stirring up a storm.

It was one thing for him to know he was unworthy; it was quite another for someone else to say it.

Even though he still felt fear and suffocation at the physical contact of any bug other than Leslie, he had to prove he was worthy.

Perhaps it was because there was not a hint of malice in Levia’s eyes—only intense fighting spirit and respectful appreciation—that Casper did not find the physical contact as repulsive as he had imagined.

He could even take the initiative to strike Levia’s neck, skin touching skin.

The exhilarating brawl ended, and both bugs lay flat on the ground, panting.

Levia turned his head and gave Casper a sincere, bright smile: “Welcome to our family, Casper.”

Casper was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips and nodded.

After resting for a while, Levia stood up to apply medicine on himself, tossing a bottle of restorative serum to Casper.

Looking at the mottled scars on his body, Levia gritted his teeth inwardly.

This kid hits really hard.

Before walking out of the training room dressed, Levia said one last thing to Casper.

“Casper, do not fail Leslie. If you dare make him sad again, just wait to be thrown into the Star Sea to feed the fish.”

Casper straightened his cuffs in silence. The garment he was wearing was one Leslie had chosen for him—the precious fabric used only in the palace.

After a long while, he replied: “I will not.”

Leslie sat restlessly in Levia’s office.

Although past experience told him that they would not beat each other to death—unless high-precision, heavy weapons were involved, the S-rank female’s super-strong recovery power made it hard to die from just a beating—he was still very worried.

If they beat each other to pieces, which one should he comfort?

Fortunately, a sparring match between two equally strong military females was not a one-sided beating, but a mutual brawl.

Casper and Levia both tidied themselves up, and one could not tell at all that they had just been fighting fiercely.

Leslie rushed over, grabbed Casper’s hand, and carefully examined his condition.

Casper’s state was surprisingly good.

Having seen Casper in a weak, powerless, and lifeless state for so long, seeing him so robust, confident, and steady was a strange feeling, yet Leslie felt genuinely happy.

Casper should be like this.

The hero he had admired since he was young was exactly like this.

Levia watched from the side, his teeth aching and his heart even more sour.

Previously, I was the one who received this kind of treatment; now it is all gone to that brat Casper.

Out of sight, out of mind, Levia waved his hand to let them go.

“You two are going on a honeymoon, right? You only have one life; enjoy it properly.”

When sending his brother to the shuttle, Levia was still somewhat reluctant. Next time they met, it might be the family banquet during the New Year.

Leslie hugged his melancholic brother and rubbed against him like he did when he was a child: “Brother, I am off.”

Releasing his hand, Leslie pulled Casper into the shuttle, waved at Levia through the porthole glass, and his smile was beautiful and bright.

Casper stood by his side, his hand lightly supporting Leslie’s lower back, nodding to the prince in acknowledgment.

Watching the shuttle disappear into the view bit by bit, Levia sighed silently, a smile surfacing on his face again.

Be happy.

Because of the palace doctor’s warning, the first stop on the honeymoon Leslie chose was an ecological planet in the Butterfly Cloud star system. Countless bugs praised this place as an excellent spiritual sanctuary for convalescence.

Actually, Leslie wanted to perform mental grooming for Casper himself. Given their high matching rate and similar levels, as long as Casper was willing, the results of the mental grooming Leslie performed would be doubled.

But since Casper was not willing yet, Leslie could only find an alternative route.

Standing at the top floor of the Forest Hotel looking down, there was a dense green wilderness. Light white mist permeated the forest, and flowers fed by natural sunlight and dew bloomed quietly at the treetops.

This was a place of rest, far from the hustle and bustle of ordinary worldly desires.

Leslie leaned on Casper’s shoulder, enjoying the fresh breeze of the mountains and fields along with him.

The pale sunlight fell on Casper’s frost-cold skin, making him look almost transparent.

Leslie suddenly wanted to taste what that felt like.

But just as he leaned forward, he noticed Casper’s complexion was abnormally ugly, his lips drained of blood, and his eyes filled with disgust and terror.

Leslie stopped and looked down in the direction of Casper’s gaze, and a face that made one nauseous appeared in his view.

It was Ritter Gray.

This is so unlucky.

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