Top-Tier Arranged Marriage, but the Dom-Husband Has Amnesia - Chapter 11

The light faded away layer by layer.

The side profile of the male insect, which had been tinged with a flicker of vitality beneath his usual indifference, vanished completely.

I have flipped the car.

The Chief Councilor thought distractedly. He rested his chin on his hand, allowing his thoughts to drift.

Noah Veroria possessed a keen sense of politics and sharp intuition. This was something Igris had known from the start. It seemed that no matter how intricate the situation, the young Lord Saint could always easily discern the most critical node, solve complex problems with a single move, and maintain control over the entire situation.

But this clearly did not match the image his husband had portrayed when he had first woken up.

Unless the other party had been faking it from the very beginning.

He tried to redraw the mental portrait of his little husband: appearing cold and indifferent, quiet as a doll, but in reality, a bit more lively than the Noah of twenty-eight years ago. He was afraid of pain, yet he disliked the idea of showing it in front of others. He was prideful, cautious, and possessed a strong sense of vigilance. When feeling guilty, he intentionally or unintentionally distanced himself to appear even colder and more composed.

Like a sweet ice cream that cannot hide its gooey cheese filling.

Damn it.

I am a little charmed.

The thought of his cold, ethereal, and unapproachable husband—forced to hold back his tension due to memory loss and wariness, pretending to be obedient and clingy, actively approaching him, secretly observing him, delivering himself into his arms, and carefully asking for affection—made Igris’s heart itch with excitement.

For the first time in his life, Mr. Chief Councilor sincerely regretted not being more brazen and shameless.

Tsk.

If I had known, I should have grabbed that big snowball delivered to my door and inhaled it a few more times.

Could he say it out loud? He had been acting quite well a few days ago at the hospital when he refused to hug his husband.

Regret was regret.

A bet was a bet. Igris was not a person who could not accept defeat. He dialed his secretary’s private channel and said in a pleasant mood, “Go notify everyone that tomorrow’s meeting is temporarily canceled. Bill 43 will be shelved for the time being. As for whether it will be restarted in the future, we will talk about that later.”

He said it nonchalantly, but the Secretary General on the other end felt his head explode.

He took a deep breath and said calmly, “Mr. Orwell, do you really know what you are saying?”

Any project that required funding needed to pass the review of the budget committees of both houses to receive federal grants. Especially for a proposal like Bill 43, which was directly related to the strategic plan of the entire insectoid civilization, a massive amount of political resources had been consumed just on preparatory work, from the initiation to lobbying and the establishment of a formal special task force.

And now he was saying he was done with it?

How was this any different from treating those high-ranking privileged species and the councilors who supported him like monkeys?

Even the Secretary General, who was familiar with his superior’s temperament, found it hard to describe how he felt. After he dutifully and chatteringly explained the severity of the situation, he looked up and focused his eyes.

This guy, he is actually…

The Secretary General could not believe it. “? Wait, are you actually still laughing?”

“Ah.” Igris replied lazily, “I just remembered something happy.”

Not waiting for the Secretary General to get angry, he changed the subject naturally, “The male insect who was wagging his tongue in front of the Lord Saint that day, whose family is he from?” After a pause, he added indifferently, “Forget it. It is not important. You handle it directly.”

The Secretary General asked, “High-end or low-end?”

“High-end,” Mr. Chief Councilor said casually. “After all, he is a high-ranking privileged species. I should give him at least that much face.”

“That is all. I am hanging up.”

The Secretary General was once again driven mad by his unreliable boss while having to conscientiously clean up the mess. Meanwhile, the news that “Bill 43 has been shelved again” spread throughout the federal power circle in the shortest possible time.

On this day, the lights in the core buildings of all factions burned through the night.

Some insects took the opportunity to make trouble, some were busy collecting intelligence, and many more high-ranking privileged species tried to use this incident to analyze the change in direction of the federal political arena and then adjust their own strategies and positions.

As for the young insects who had not yet formally held power or had just entered the political arena, they were much more relaxed.

While the news was spreading quietly throughout the federation, the young high-ranking species were also discussing it heatedly in their own small circles:

“I heard that the Lord Saint himself took action.”

“Wow.”

“Awesome!”

“Awesome!”

“I do not quite understand. How do you know those two are definitely infighting? We do not know the specifics behind it. Maybe it was planned by that one intentionally to help his husband establish his authority. In this way, some insects who harbor ill intentions toward the Lord Saint will also weigh themselves again. How simple!”

As soon as the insect who spoke finished his sentence, he received looks from his companions as if he were a retard.

“You do not think that the council is a place where high-ranking species sit side by side, communicate equally for the development of the federation, express their own opinions, vote honestly like good babies, and finally let the proposals with the most votes and the councilors behind them become the winners, right?”

“Idiot.”

“True war ends long before anything begins.”

“In other words, that Chief Councilor had already cleared all the obstacles before the council even started, just waiting to go through the surface process at the meeting. Just how much must he love him to be willing to use his own face as a raft just to help the Lord Saint establish his authority?”

“That one suffered a big loss this time, will they not start fighting?”

“Is that not even better?”

“Truth be told, who does not want to see the first couple of the federation killing each other? Is this not much more interesting than those idiots up there calculating back and forth all day?”

“Boring. I want to see rivers of blood.jpg”

Some insects also said weakly, “But I heard from a relative’s relative’s relative’s relative that he has been in a good mood all day today and does not look like he is angry…”

However, such voices were ultimately in the minority and were not news that the high-ranking species liked to see. They were quickly drowned out by the ecstasy of the gossip-mongers.

The civilian staff of the Upper House Secretariat felt this more deeply.

Compared to the inexplicable low pressure of the past, the Chief Councilor’s mood was simply excessively good right now. Occasionally, when an insect did not handle something well, Councilor Orwell would only mention it casually and then let it go. For a time, his attitude was so good that the entire secretariat was pleasantly surprised.

Was Councilor Orwell not set up by his own husband?

He has been happy for almost a whole day, has he not?

In fact, Igris’s mood was indeed very good at this moment.

Canceling the council meeting sounded simple, but the actual execution was quite cumbersome and troublesome.

To put it plainly, the insects who stood on the Chief Councilor’s side before the council started were either allies with shared interests or his own loyal subordinates working for the Orwell family. Even for Igris, he had to comfort and explain to them according to their status and sequence.

After all, they were not a hostile camp. He could not just cancel it and tell them to get lost if they were dissatisfied, could he?

Igris was not an unreasonable insect.

Therefore, although he told the Secretary General to handle it with full authority, Mr. Chief Councilor still conscientiously cleaned up the mess, apologizing where necessary, offering comfort, and making concessions. As for why he did not feel any shame while apologizing but instead had an irrepressible smile on his face, and what the other party would think about it, Igris could not be bothered to care.

Igris: Happy.

Igris: Expectant.

Igris: I really want to get off work immediately and see my little husband.

Compared to the high-ranking species with their different thoughts, Igris was more curious about his husband’s reaction.

Bill 43 was just a simple beginning, not the end. The same method could only be used once. He accepted his defeat this time, but what method would the young Lord Saint use to respond next time?

Most importantly:

The current husband had already revealed the bottom card that he was actually pretending. The situation that seemed harmonious and peaceful had already been broken. Under the condition that they were both aware of each other’s true personalities, would the other party choose to continue pretending? Should he take the opportunity to pick up the big snowball and bury his face in it to kiss him a few times?

On this day, the federation was destined to be restless.

Amidst the treacherous and undercurrent movements, some insects were uneasy, some were busy eating melons, and some were thoughtful and decided to run away.

That is right, run away.

In the hospital.

The attending physician looked at the Lord Saint, who was dressed neatly, with his luggage also packed by the servants, sitting on the sofa opposite him with a calm expression. He then looked at the Veroria family head who had made the request on his behalf. He hesitated, “Lord Noah, are you sure you want to be discharged now?”

Silas Veroria glanced at his son.

The young male insect looked calm and unperturbed. At first glance, he seemed no different from usual, but a closer look revealed that his clear golden eyes were slightly vacant, clearly lost in thought.

He knew what was going on, but he acted as if he did not.

“Right now,” the Veroria family head said nonchalantly. “Do not notify Mr. Orwell about the discharge. Well, the Lord Saint wants to return home early to give the Chief Councilor a surprise and celebrate his recovery. The hospital would not want the Lord Saint to have wasted his efforts, right?”

As for this “home,” which “home” exactly…

Who said the Veroria family was not the Lord Saint’s home? Besides, how could it not be a surprise that the Lord Saint, who was originally expected to stay in the hospital for two more days, was discharged early in good health?

Veroria family head: Secretly stealing his little son home while the main owner is away.

Veroria family head: Win!

Noah did not know his father’s little schemes.

Since the communication ended, the young Lord Saint’s mind had been full of his husband’s expression—surprised, subtle, astonished, but uniquely devoid of unwillingness or anger. It was as if a beast had just finished eating its prey, blood remaining on its body and corners of its mouth, lazily taking a nap, yet in the instant it stared at him, it was stirred up with excitement.

It was exactly the same as the dream he had last night.

After careful consideration, Noah decided to run away.

They had already peeled off each other’s shells in front of one another. Noah knew the other was not a gentle, considerate, perfect husband, and the other knew he was not a well-behaved, clingy vase-like male insect. If he continued to pretend, he would be the only one suffering.

What if the other’s moral bottom line hit a new low, and he used his spiritual sea agitation as an excuse to demand that he fulfill his husband obligations on the grounds that he needed pheromone soothing?

As the saying goes, escapism is shameful but useful. As the saying goes, a true cool guy never looks back at the explosion. Since he had already taken revenge on the one who schemed against him, instead of staying in the hospital for the remaining two days and acting with a husband full of bad intentions, it would be better to be discharged, find a safe and quiet place to rest for a few days, accumulate some strength, and then come back to face the various things in the political arena.

Therefore, facing the doctor’s confirming gaze, the young Lord Saint glanced behind him quietly, then withdrew his gaze nonchalantly, and nodded steadily and restrainedly.

Go!

Now, immediately, right now!

At the same time, Igris, who had finally cleaned up most of the mess, stretched and prepared to get off work.

And it was precisely at this moment that the Third Legion, responsible for hunting down the remnants of the rebel army, suddenly sent news. They said that the former rebel leader, who had intentionally harmed the Lord Saint and directed the flight accident, had finally been caught, and asked if Mr. Orwell would like to come over to interrogate him in person.

Interrogation? At this time?

Mr. Chief Councilor hesitated slightly.

Frankly speaking, compared to interrogating the boring remnants of the rebel army in a small, cramped space, Igris wanted to go to the hospital earlier to see the beautiful male insect—pleasant to the eyes and fun. But considering that the latter was the culprit who directly caused his husband’s amnesia, Mr. Chief Councilor pondered for a moment and finally decided to add a temporary item to his itinerary: bring a souvenir for his husband before leaving.

Ten minutes later, in the clean, cold, yet dark, sunless dungeon, cold white light shone silently on the floor where the smell of blood was thick enough to seem solidified. The remnant of the rebel army, who had no place intact on his body, spat out a mouthful of bloody foam in a sorry state. When his eyes caught sight of the high and mighty insect in front of him, he let out a laugh.

“I say, Councilor Orwell.”

The successive interrogations had left him near death and devoid of spirit, but he still could not hide the resentment, hatred, and madness that instantly burst out on his face.

“Until now, you actually have not discovered that something is wrong? Under the circumstances where the three major families are well-behaved, the Holy Land watches from the sidelines, and the entire federal information network has been integrated by you and used for your own purposes, we small insects could still avoid the surveillance of the Sky Net and escape to the outer galaxy. Have you never thought about why?”

He licked his lips and laughed loudly.

“Is the husband you trust so much, whom you regard as a lifelong ally, Lord Noah Veroria, really suffering from amnesia?”

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