The Delicate Sweet Top is Always Targeted by the Villain [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 8

Who would make such a large transfer to someone they had just met? What if he were a scammer?

Tong Sui really wanted to recommend a good anti-fraud app.

He took a deep breath, looked at Bai Xingluo, and said with a helpless, gentle tone, “What are you doing?”

Bai Xingluo misunderstood that sigh.

He stated firmly, “This is my entire fortune. It might not be much, but please rest assured, I will never let you worry about money.”

Tong Sui had a complex expression as he looked at the trailing zeros in the transfer info, his eyes stunned by the sight all over again.

It was truly a level of shock that hit him every single time. Standing before that string of numbers, the meager two thousand Star Coins in his own account felt utterly pathetic.

However, getting to experience the joy of a multi-billionaire for free was enough; the money ultimately had to be returned.

Bai Xingluo heard a soft chime from his optical computer. A transfer reversal notification appeared—Tong Sui had returned every single credit, unchanged.

The hand Bai Xingluo had resting at his side silently clenched. Under what circumstances would a master be so unwilling to even touch his own servant’s money? He tried his best not to appear too distressed, but a slight tremor in his voice betrayed his insecurity.

“Do you feel it is… too little?”

How could it be too little?

That was an uncountable amount. Even in the Zerg world, it wasn’t just “normally wealthy.” Having such a massive sum was due entirely to Bai Xingluo’s outstanding personal ability. Not every military female was rich. Every cent of his was earned through bloody battles, built upon the corpses of enemies, and gained through countless awards and commendations. How could Tong Sui feel comfortable taking it?

“You earned this money through your own life-and-death struggles. You should spend it on yourself, not give it to me.”

Tong Sui’s words left Bai Xingluo stunned for a few seconds.

Most male Zergs who marry military females do so specifically for their substantial assets. It is perfectly normal to spend a servant’s money. Sometimes, because a female’s earning power isn’t high enough, they might even face cold violence or be subjected to cruel, abusive treatment. But his master was different; despite having to consider finding a job himself, he told Bai Xingluo to spend his money on his own needs.

Bai Xingluo had no hobbies other than training. His salary and awards were just numbers to him, holding little real meaning. But in this moment, he knew clearly: he only wanted to give his money to his master, to let his master live a better life.

Bai Xingluo stole a glance at the stubborn Tong Sui. His master seemed uniquely insistent on this point. His master always had his own principles—whether it was when he was applying medicine or now—always so gentle, yet wrapped in his own firm stance.

His master is truly different from other males, Bai Xingluo thought. If he tried to transfer the money back, it would likely be returned again. He had to change his approach.

“Lord Tong Sui, you surely don’t want us to be investigated, do you?” Bai Xingluo continued, “I am your consort. According to interstellar law, I am your private property; naturally, everything under my name is yours as well.”

He transferred the money back again and added, “If I retain these assets, the Tribunal may become suspicious.”

Tong Sui’s eyes lit up, a look of realization dawning on him. “You’ve considered this so thoroughly!”

Facing his master’s praise, Bai Xingluo shifted his gaze away, feeling a bit guilty. His master trusted him so much, yet he was using such excuses to bind him and keep his own money. But thinking about his master being able to leave this dilapidated apartment and move into a more comfortable environment made his chest swell with an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.

Tong Sui tinkered with his optical computer for a while and discovered an inconspicuous little function in the savings interface: [Bind Family Card]. It seemed that because few people used it, it had been tucked away in a corner.

Tong Sui’s eyes brightened. He tapped a few times, and a “Binding Successful” notification popped up. A second later, Bai Xingluo’s optical computer received a message:

[Your master, Tong Sui, has set you as a family account. You may now use the family payment method to utilize the other party's account balance.]

Bai Xingluo froze. He knew about this function; when it was first introduced, it was criticized by countless Zergs. The strongest opposition came from male Zergs, who believed that since females were merely private property, why should they be granted the right to use supplementary cards to spend money freely?

“Did you get the message?” Tong Sui leaned in. “I just saw this function; it’s perfect. This way, I’m just holding onto your money for you, and it’ll be very convenient for you to use whenever you need it.”

A rare look of bewilderment flashed through Bai Xingluo’s eyes. No one could resist such unique treatment. As he met Tong Sui’s clear, rounded eyes, an indescribable warmth spread through his heart.

Before this warmth could even spread to his limbs, he heard Tong Sui say: “When we get divorced in the future, I’ll give the money back to you.”

Divorce.

The word was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head. Bai Xingluo looked dazed at those beautiful lips—plump, red, and always slightly upturned in a soft smile. How could such gentle, beautiful lips say something so cold and heartless?

Tong Sui saw Bai Xingluo’s expression suddenly sour, his whole presence seeming to turn gray, as if a thick gloom had settled over his head. What’s wrong?

At that moment, Bai Xingluo’s optical computer rang, pulling him out of his downward spiral. He checked the caller ID, and his eyes darkened.

“May I take this call?”

Though Tong Sui didn’t understand why he needed to ask, he nodded. With his master’s permission, Bai Xingluo walked to the balcony and closed the door.

As soon as the call connected, an exuberant voice burst out: “Admiral! I’m so glad you’re safe! I had just finished training them and almost cried when I heard the news.”

A virtual projection appeared before him, showing a thick-browed, large-eyed military female. It was his adjutant, Xie Feibai. Bai Xingluo glanced past him to the training base he knew so well.

“I saw that the internet is a mess. Not only did they fail to make you a joke, but I also saw you married such an excellent master. But they can’t do anything about it now; this is an acquittal from the Tribunal. Let them be furious.”

Xie Feibai rambled on, but after a while, he noticed there had been no response from the other side. He hesitated and whispered, “Admiral, what’s wrong? Is it that male Zerg—”

“No.”

Bai Xingluo cut him off firmly. He lifted his gaze, his cold, pale blue eyes carrying a hint of warning. “He is my master. You should be respectful when you refer to him.”

Xie Feibai immediately straightened his expression; this was a submissiveness carved into his bones. At the same time, curiosity sprouted in his heart. Everyone on StarNet was saying that this male Zerg who had suddenly appeared was part of Bai Xingluo’s preemptive plan to evade the law. But as his adjutant, Xie Feibai knew very well that an Admiral who would sacrifice his life for the Empire and treat honor as his faith would never do such a thing.

He had never heard Bai Xingluo mention this male named Tong Sui before. Combined with the way he just defended him… Bai Xingluo’s attitude toward male Zergs had always been cold, and he remained indifferent to even high-grade males who showed him favor. How could he possibly be secretly in love? Had he hidden it so well that not a single trace remained?

While he was lost in thought, the usually silent Bai Xingluo spoke up: “Lord Tong Sui is completely different from other male Zergs.”

Xie Feibai thought, Yeah, yeah, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Lord Tong Sui was indeed talented and handsome, but to say he was “completely different” seemed like an exaggeration.

Bai Xingluo continued, “Aside from me, he has no other consort or servant, he even applies medicine for me, and he refuses to accept the assets under my name.”

Wait?! Xie Feibai suspected he was hallucinating. Even hearing this from the stern Bai Xingluo, he still found it hard to believe. “Admiral, are you joking?”

How could any male Zerg be willing to do such things? Let alone refusing to accept wealth or having no other consorts? It was a fairy tale.

Yeah. Even Bai Xingluo himself found it hard to believe, but it was all true.

“Since Lord Tong Sui is so good, why do you still look so troubled?”

Bai Xingluo lowered his eyes. He was greedy. Even if Tong Sui had come to save him, he didn’t want to let go; he didn’t want a divorce, and he didn’t want his master’s eyes to look at any other female. He only wanted his master to love him alone. But he didn’t plan to tell Xie Feibai any of that.

His expression quickly returned to its usual indifference. He looked at the projection and returned to his standard cold tone: “Although the Empire is currently peaceful, daily training must not slack, especially the strategic deployment at the border.”

“Yes, Admiral.” Xie Feibai gave a standard military salute and then asked in a low voice, “Will you come back? Everyone in the legion misses you.”

Usually, once a military female has a master, they are bound by heavy domestic duties. And most male Zergs, for the sake of face, are unwilling to let their consorts work. This was one of the reasons Bai Xingluo had resisted males. He loved this starry sea and had protected it with his body countless times. But since he had chosen Tong Sui, he was prepared. Even if he could never return to the battlefield, he would accept it.

Because he had something new to protect.

“I apologize,” Bai Xingluo said, “There are many other outstanding military females who can protect the Empire, but by my master’s side, there is only me.”

He hung up the call, leaving Xie Feibai stunned. Was this really still Admiral Bai Xingluo, the man who lived at the training grounds, cold and heartless, seemingly aware of nothing in the world except the defense of the Empire?

In the distance, the dim lights of the night city flickered, but the room was exceptionally cozy. Bai Xingluo turned decisively and walked toward the light. As he opened the sliding door, he caught Tong Sui clumsily spreading a sheet on the sofa a creamy yellow sheet that looked soft and warm in his hands.

Tong Sui wore a white shirt tucked into his trousers, his bending posture tugging at the fabric and creating delicate folds. His waist was narrow, showing a subtle curve beneath the tailored trousers, every line seemingly perfectly measured.

Bai Xingluo was stunned for two seconds before walking forward to take the sheet from his hands. “Let me.”

Tong Sui was startled, let go, and lost his balance, falling onto the sofa. Bai Xingluo reached out to steady him but ended up being pulled by the wrist, sinking into the softness with him.

Tong Sui felt a bit dizzy, and when he straightened up, he realized he was pressing down on Bai Xingluo. Bai Xingluo’s supple long hair spread out like mercury, and his light-colored pupils looked like a vast snow-covered mountain range after a frost.

He was cold by nature, but at this moment, his cheeks were flushed red, like melting snow under the winter sun. Cool, yet flowing like water.

Tong Sui stared at him for a long time, sighing involuntarily: “So beautiful, like snow.”

This casual praise caused the already melting snow to turn into a trickling stream, falling into the verdant depths. Perhaps the atmosphere was too ambiguous, or perhaps they were simply too close. Bai Xingluo felt his skin heating up, unable to withstand the gaze Tong Sui had fixed upon him. He lowered his eyelids slightly, but instead of blocking the influence, it only magnified his sensitivity to everything else.

His heart was in a state of chaos, turned upside down. His fingers, hidden beneath his sleeves, were already curled tightly. After a long hesitation, as if deciding to risk everything, he gently hooked his finger into Tong Sui’s sleeve and whispered, “Master…”