“My surname is Chen, not Shen, and not Jiang either.” The beta smiled, “As for the term ‘father-in-law’—do I look that old?”

Seeing his denial, Rong Shi calmly pressed on, “If you’re not him, why did you give me hints three times? Why did you secretly sneak into the room that night when Xiao Yu’s pheromones went wild in Qin Zhao’s mansion?”

The beta chuckled, “I’ve always been in the Second Legion, never left, and certainly never snuck into anyone’s room. Don’t go around spreading rumors.”

Rong Shi nodded faintly, “You can deny all of that, but there’s one thing you can’t deny.”

The beta asked with interest, following his words, “What’s that?”

Rong Shi looked at him, “The way you look at Xiao Yu.”

The beta paused.

“Whether at the military academy, in Qin Zhao’s mansion, or in the legion, you deliberately avoided Xiao Yu, which led me on quite a few detours.” Rong Shi’s voice was very low, “No matter how you disguise it, a father’s gaze on his son cannot be disguised. You’re aware of this, so to avoid any slip-ups, you simply don’t show up.”

The beta was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, raising a hand to pat his shoulder. “Young man, you have a good imagination. It’s a shame you’re not a writer.”

He withdrew his hand and put it into his white coat pocket, his smile fading, his expression becoming serious. “You know the weight of this data. Don’t give it to anyone.”

Rong Shi narrowed his eyes slightly, about to speak, but the beta turned and walked towards the door. “Don’t overthink it, get some good rest.”

There were still many things unclear, and it involved Song Yu, so Rong Shi’s heart tightened. He chased after him two steps and grabbed the beta’s arm.

“You—”

“Brother, my clean clothes, you put them—” Song Yu poked his head out of the bathroom and immediately saw his wife entangled with someone else. His face turned sour, and he rushed over.

He had taken off his jacket, and the buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned to his chest, revealing the graceful curve of his collarbone.

Rong Shi was momentarily stunned, then quickly noticed that Little Song Cat’s gaze was off.

Realizing the other person was staring at his hand, Rong Shi immediately let go.

“You f*cking—” Song Yu’s face was cold, and before he could blurt out his angry words, Rong Shi wrapped his arm around him and pulled him away.

Rong Shi hugged him and turned sideways, “The clothes are in the second cabinet.”

Who cares about clothes now?

Song Yu pushed him away, his gaze like ice blades shooting at the beta.

“Want to eat old beef with tender grass? Can you even swallow it?”

Beta: “…”

This brat.

Rong Shi, who had eaten the tender grass: “…”

It tastes pretty good.

When Little Song Cat’s fur was ruffled, he wouldn’t calm down without some cost.

Rong Shi was afraid he’d say something more rebellious, so he kissed him directly when he opened his mouth.

“Let go—” Song Yu frowned and struggled twice, unable to break free, yet reluctant to truly pull away. He glared at the beta while kissing him, a clear warning.

Beta: “…”

It was truly unbearable to watch, so he turned and left.

After the person left, Rong Shi bit his lip, not too hard, then released him.

“Be good; go take a shower first.”

Song Yu was displeased, “Is now the time to talk about showering?”

Rong Shi sniffed at his neck, “You smell sour.”

Song Yu’s face darkened. He pulled at his collar and sniffed. “Damn!”

After soaking in seawater and then several drenchings of sweat, he really did smell terrible.

He pushed Rong Shi away and strode towards the bathroom, turning back to instruct uneasily, “Don’t go anywhere; don’t go see him.”

Rong Shi’s face was blank, “Mm.”

Watching the bathroom door close forcefully in front of him, Rong Shi’s lips curved, his eyes full of laughter.

How could he resist such a cute tender grass?

Outside the door, the beta walked towards the medical area.

Thinking of Rong Shi’s words, he brushed his eye corner, muttering to himself.

“Both father and son have such sharp eyes—”

After showering, Song Yu dried his hair and sat down opposite Rong Shi.

“What’s going on with that hemorrhoid doctor?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Hemorrhoid doctor?

Seeing Rong Shi’s subtle gaze, Song Yu tossed the towel onto the table. His wet, messy hair only made his face look more beautiful.

“I don’t like that person.” He avoided Rong Shi’s gaze and looked out the window. “You’ve never trusted anyone like this except me. I suspect you like him.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Seriously?

Song Yu: “Or do you think he’s more reliable than me?”

Rong Shi: “…”

After a long pause without a reply, Song Yu frowned, his expression impatient, “Speak.”

Rong Shi picked up the towel from the table, got up, and walked over to help him dry his hair.

“You’re even jealous of a middle-aged man; what do you want me to say?”

With his hair being touched by a pair of gentle hands, Song Yu felt even more displeased.

The rabbit was too fragrant, always attracting others’ covetousness.

Song Yu reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist, “Then you reflect on why you made me jealous.”

In Song Yu’s expectant gaze, Rong Shi thought seriously for a moment, “Probably because I’ve indulged you too much. I’ll confiscate your cookies for a month as a warning.”

Song Yu: “…” Damn.

This wife is not worth keeping.

After joking around, the two sat down to discuss serious matters.

The backup data was massive, and 01 and 00 were categorizing and organizing it.

“This beta is very suspicious.” Song Yu propped his chin, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, his expression cold. “He lured us into the base, but he himself hid in the shadows, using us as cannon fodder?”

Rong Shi shook his head, “He probably didn’t expect us to cause such a big stir.”

From that person’s perspective, he probably just wanted them to know such a place existed, and perhaps wanted them to cooperate in completing something, but never expected them to directly wipe out the enemy’s lair.

To be fair, if it weren’t for 01 and 00, relying solely on him, infiltrating would be fine, but getting a complete backup of the data would be basically impossible.

That person had been embedded in the organization for years, he wouldn’t lack intelligence, but he probably hadn’t obtained the core data either.

Even with Rong Shi saying this, Song Yu still felt something was off.

“Has 203 been picked up?” Rong Shi changed the subject.

Since that person deliberately concealed his identity, it meant it wasn’t the right time yet, and it wasn’t appropriate to tell Song Yu without 100% certainty.

Song Yu: “Already on the way to Academy Star.”

It was clearly inappropriate to pick up an experimental subject while being chased, and they couldn’t bring him back to the Second Legion, so they simply had the dark guards take him.

“Mm.” Rong Shi responded, then remembered another matter.

Rong Shi still hadn’t finished watching the video logs left by Big Cat. He had been considering whether to tell Little Song Cat about it.

Big Cat had said he would come looking for him, but from the current situation, either the rebirth failed, or he suffered amnesia; in short, it wasn’t the same as his rebirth.

Rebirth was beyond Rong Shi’s understanding. He didn’t know what consequences showing Big Cat’s video to this era’s Little Cat would have.

Aside from whether Little Song Cat would doubt the video’s authenticity, would this matter itself cause a time-space distortion, or the disappearance of Little Song Cat’s personality?

Everything was unknown.

He dared not risk it.

Rong Shi asked casually, “You said you dreamed of a snowy mountain recently. Have you dreamed of it again?”

Song Yu’s eyes flickered slightly. He casually picked up a piece of candy and tore open the wrapper. “No, it’s not a TV series, how could I dream of it every day?”

Rong Shi pressed on, “How much of the dream do you remember?”

Song Yu popped the milk candy into his mouth and casually said, “Forgot.”

Perhaps it was just a coincidence?

Rong Shi’s fingers on the table curled into his palm.

“It’s okay.” Rong Shi leaned over, put a hand on his nape, and kissed him, softly saying, “It’s just a dream, it’s fine if you forgot.”

Rabbit’s skills were getting better and better.

Song Yu was about to respond, but the other person pulled away.

Rong Shi got up, “I’m going to take a shower.”

Song Yu was unsatisfied, but reluctantly nodded.

Just as the person was about to enter the bathroom, he suddenly felt something was wrong and got up to chase after him.

“Give me back my milk candy.”

Rong Shi quickened his pace, “Sugar control.”

Song Yu: “That was the last one!”

In the evening, Old Lin returned to the spaceship with the A8 team.

Rong Shi and Song Yu were eating in the cafeteria and happened to run into them.

“Why are you so disheveled?” Rong Shi frowned.

Old Lin had his arm in a sling, and one side of his face was swollen, wincing in pain while eating.

“We keep running into assassins, it’s really f*cking cursed!”

The alpha walking beside him muttered, “What are the assassins doing ambushing us on a Level 4 barren planet? Is their target our commanding officer? That’s a bit too far off course.”

Old Lin scoffed, “Maybe their target is me, huh? Otherwise, why do I keep running into them every time?”

Listening to them curse for a long time, Rong Shi guessed they were probably the defending forces sent by the base to chase them.

The organization was deeply hidden and would generally never openly clash with the military.

If they dared to do so, they would have been exposed long ago.

This time, the data center being bombed had hit a nerve.

Rong Shi asked, “Did you catch anyone?”

“How could we?” Old Lin gnawed on a chicken leg while still wincing. “We’re just a few old, weak, and sick people. Catching prisoners? We’re lucky we weren’t captured ourselves.”

A team member next to him chimed in, “Their weapons are much better than ours, it’s really infuriating.”

“Luckily, they didn’t kill us, otherwise, we’d all be done for.”

“We’re just plain unlucky, right down to our grandma’s house.”

“Why are they chasing and killing us? We’re just a few pounds of flesh, not worth much.”

Song Yu put down his chopsticks and slowly said, “How are you sure these assassins are from the same organization as last time?”

“The weapons, equipment, and combat methods are all exactly the same!” Old Lin said confidently, his mouth greasy from eating. “If they’re not from the same organization, I’ll treat everyone to breakfast for a month!”

Rong Shi and Song Yu exchanged glances discreetly.

The connection between the military and the organization was deeper than they had imagined.

Late at night, Song Yu was already asleep. Rong Shi lay on the small bed opposite, his hand pillowing his head, looking at the virtual screen in his line of sight.

On the screen was the elegant and noble Big Cat.

All the videos he left were categorized. Rong Shi clicked on a video in the “Medicine” folder.

[The modification of experimental omegas is at a genetic level, irreversible. Each estrus is a poisoning, becoming more severe each time, and their lifespan is halved compared to regular omegas. There is no cure. There’s a specialist in this field; the medicine he researched can alleviate the symptoms of experimental omegas cough cough cough—]

Seeing Big Cat cough while covering his mouth, Rong Shi’s finger twitched, and he frowned.

[Unfortunately, that person suffered from a terminal illness and died before finishing his research. I’ve put the organized research findings in the Y folder, and the password is your birthday. You can take these materials to him in that era; perhaps there’s still a chance for successful research.]

[His surname is Ji, and his name is Ji Ming. He was a former academician of the Central Biological Research Institute and later established his own research lab. He’s a medical fanatic. I think he’d be very interested in these materials.]

Surname Ji? Rong Shi mentally instructed 01 to search the database.

[01: There is only one person named Ji Ming who was also an academician of the Central Biological Research Institute: an alpha, from a noble family, remained unmarried his entire life, and had a son, who is Queen Ji Ling—]

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Author’s Note:

Rong Bunny: Got a little trick to control my wife’s sugar intake. [Milk candy is so sweet]

Song Cat: He actually sucked away my milk candy, this dead rabbit is tired of living [Grumpy, claws out]