The General's Love Glitch - Chapter 17

After asking her question, Jun Jue noticed Ruan Wei’s body stiffen against hers. She had no intention of letting her off so easily.

“What were you doing just now?” Jun Jue repeated.

At first, Ruan Wei clung to the hope of pretending to be asleep, but it was clear Jun Jue had already realized she was awake. There was no point in continuing the act.

Rolling away guiltily, she bit her lip, thinking about how to explain herself.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through her mind, Jun Jue hadn’t killed her immediately. Did that mean she wasn’t completely exposed?

Jun Jue kept her eyes fixed on Ruan Wei, watching as she lowered her head and nibbled her lip.

Was she… embarrassed?

Ruan Wei finally looked up and cautiously asked, “General, what exactly did you notice just now?”

“Exactly”? So, Ruan Wei had done more than just that one thing.

If Ruan Wei wouldn’t say, Jun Jue couldn’t bring herself to ask either.

Who would have thought that a high-ranking general like her would be sneakily kissed multiple times by a girl?

Did Ruan Wei even understand what a kiss meant?

…

After getting up, the two freshened up separately and went downstairs for breakfast.

Jun Jue noticed Ruan Wei deliberately keeping her distance, about a meter away. She said nothing and simply walked ahead, descending to the first floor.

Glancing back, she saw Ruan Wei had closed the gap slightly, but the moment their eyes met, Ruan Wei froze, as if afraid of her.

Once seated, Ruan Wei remained silent, eating with obvious restraint.

Had she been too harsh earlier? Jun Jue knew many soldiers found her strict and intimidating.

She looked up. Ruan Wei sat quietly across the long table, sipping her porridge with her head bowed low.

“Uncle Zhang,” Jun Jue suddenly called. The old butler approached, and Ruan Wei glanced up, only to quickly lower her head again when their eyes met.

“General, how may I assist you?”

“Prepare another room for Weiwei.”

“This…” The old man was puzzled. Shouldn’t this be the honeymoon phase, having just brought her home? Why the sudden need for separate rooms?

Ruan Wei blinked, relieved that Jun Jue only wanted her to change rooms rather than kick her out.

From now on, she’d remember, Jun Jue disliked physical contact!

After giving the order, Jun Jue left for the military district, deciding to return later to give Ruan Wei time to pack and choose a new room.

Once Jun Jue was gone, Ruan Wei ate without restraint, savoring every bite. She stuffed a large piece of fried egg into her mouth with obvious delight.

Uncle Zhang watched in confusion. Even though she was being separated from the general, the young lady seemed even happier eating alone.

Burning with questions, he finally spoke up while escorting Ruan Wei upstairs to pick a new room:

“Madam, did you and the general argue last night?”

“Hmm…” Ruan Wei thought carefully before answering cautiously, “I think I upset the general this morning.”

Seeing the worry on her face, Uncle Zhang felt a surge of paternal affection. “Don’t worry. You’re the first person the general has ever brought home. You’ll make up soon.”

“Really?” Ruan Wei’s eyes sparkled with hope at his words.

If only the general could truly forgive her.

…

When Jun Jue arrived at her office in the military district, Zhuo Hanjun was bent over, tidying up the desk.

It seemed that before her death was even confirmed, Zhuo Hanjun couldn’t wait to move in or perhaps it was the Chief Executive who couldn’t wait to have her move in.

Jun Jue stood by the door without entering. Zhuo Hanjun, who was bent over packing her things, looked up and froze for a moment before greeting her with a radiant smile. “You truly live up to your title as a Federation General, rushing over even during your leave.”

Her smile and tone were unmistakably inherited from the Chief Executive.

To the ignorant, it might have felt like a warm spring breeze, but to Jun Jue, it was like stepping into the oppressive humidity of midsummer before a storm. A faint, sticky breeze brushed her face, and a dragonfly struggled helplessly, its wings caught in a spiderweb in the corner of the ceiling.

Their smiles were just like that spiderweb.

Jun Jue didn’t acknowledge Zhuo Hanjun’s half-praise, half-mockery. Slowly, Zhuo Hanjun’s smile faded. Once she finished packing, she picked up a cardboard box and tactfully left.

Jun Jue had no patience for flattery or false pleasantries. Everything she had now was earned through her own blood and sweat. Though her father had been the previous General, she hadn’t inherited the position outright. Instead, she had proven herself through military achievements, securing the role that was rightfully hers with the unanimous respect of her peers.

Jun Jue took her seat, shifting slightly. The sound of paper scraping against the floor caught her attention. Looking down, she spotted the words “Zhuo Hanjun Military Equipment Information” peeking out from beneath her boot.

…

Ruan Wei chose the side bedroom closest to Jun Jue’s room. Like the master bedroom, it was simply decorated with plain gray-white walls and no additional adornments.

She had nothing to unpack, so after a quick look around her new room, she stepped out.

Uncle Zhang asked, “Madam, do you have any requests for the room? I can arrange for someone to redecorate it for you.”

“Thank you, Uncle Zhang, but that won’t be necessary.”

For now, Ruan Wei had no extra demands. Having a place to stay and food to eat was more than enough, she was content.

Besides, she had just angered Jun Jue and didn’t dare ask for anything else.

She still had to repay her debt. With this thought in mind, Ruan Wei hurried downstairs.

Uncle Zhang, though elderly, was in good shape and followed anxiously behind.

Once on the first floor, Ruan Wei started cleaning. Uncle Zhang stopped her. “Madam, we have specialized cleaning robots for this. There’s no need for you to do it.”

Embarrassed, Ruan Wei set down the cleaning tool she hadn’t even managed to start and dashed into the kitchen instead.

She wanted to cook a meal for Jun Jue. Seeing her determination, Uncle Zhang didn’t stop her this time.

Ruan Wei didn’t know how to cook. She was relying solely on childhood memories of watching her mother prepare meals.

Within ten minutes, the kitchen was filled with thick, acrid smoke. Uncle Zhang covered his nose and mouth, nearly passing out. The villa’s chef, who had been off-duty, rushed over upon smelling the disaster.

Jun Jue returned at that moment, drawn by the smoke.

The kitchen was chaos. Her private chef was frantically salvaging the burning dish and extinguishing the towering flames. Uncle Zhang stood by, panicked, while Ruan Wei crouched on the floor, coughing violently.

Jun Jue noticed she hadn’t tied her hair into a bun today, instead, her long, waterfall-like locks cascaded freely, with a small section on her right shoulder singed and curled.

“What happened here?” Jun Jue stepped into the disarray.

The chef finally managed to put out the fire. Uncle Zhang called out, “General!” while Ruan Wei continued to cough miserably.

Jun Jue walked over to Ruan Wei, and everyone tactfully retreated from the kitchen.

Jun Jue helped Ruan Wei up, gently patting her back. The ventilation system and range hood above whirred into high gear, quickly improving the air quality in the kitchen.

“Water…” Ruan Wei managed a single word before coughing again.

Uncle Zhang brought in a glass of purified water and then left. Jun Jue held the glass to Ruan Wei’s lips.

Ruan Wei clasped Jun Jue’s hand holding the glass with both of hers, lifting it to drink.

Jun Jue let her finish the water before withdrawing her hand and placing the glass on the counter.

Once she had drunk, Ruan Wei stopped coughing and gradually realized who was standing beside her.

“I’m sorry, General. I just wanted to repay your kindness, but I’m too stupid, I don’t know how to cook.” Her voice grew quieter as she spoke.

“I don’t need you to cook.” Jun Jue turned and left the kitchen. “Come upstairs with me.”

She led Ruan Wei back to her room, retrieved the military knife she had used earlier to tailor Ruan Wei’s cloak, and approached Ruan Wei’s face with it in her right hand.

Startled, Ruan Wei covered her face with both hands, fear gripping her: Is Jun Jue going to settle the score with me now?

But Jun Jue merely lifted her left hand to pinch the strand of Ruan Wei’s hair that had been singed by the fire. With a swift motion of the knife in her right hand, she cleanly severed the burnt section, letting the strands fall into her palm.

Ruan Wei heard an indistinct sound and flinched, shrinking back in fear.

“Done,” Jun Jue said calmly.

Slowly lowering her hands, Ruan Wei saw Jun Jue holding a lock of charred hair and the familiar military knife.

“I’m sorry, General. I was wrong. I’ll pay you back for everything I ruined today. I’ll go out this afternoon to find a job and earn the money.” Ruan Wei bowed her head in apology and promise, she didn’t want to be kicked out.

Jun Jue wiped the knife clean with a tissue, put it away, but kept Ruan Wei’s severed hair in her hand.

Ruan Wei stared at her toes, shifting uneasily like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

Jun Jue’s gaze darkened slightly as she looked at Ruan Wei. “And what about you sneaking a kiss this morning?”

“…Huh?” Ruan Wei looked up, stunned.

Most things could be repaid with money, but how could she compensate for drinking someone’s blood under the guise of a stolen kiss?

“Then… maybe you could kiss me back?”

…

Author’s Note:

Weiwei: I think I blurted out something stupid without thinking, the General doesn’t like physical contact. |=o=|=

General: Is she serious?