“I never dreamed that my biggest hater would turn out to be the man beside me,” Song Yu lamented dramatically. “You’ve cut me deep, dead rabbit.”

Rong Shi leaned on the table, face impassive, bending down. “You have the face to say that? Weren’t you also one of my biggest haters?”

“But the damage we’ve suffered isn’t the same.” Song Yu spread his hands wide like a basin. “My grief is this big! Irreparable!”

“……”

So childish. Playing this game too?

Straightening, Rong Shi lifted a hand, expression blank, showing the size of a bucket: “Mine’s bigger.”

Song Yu leapt up, hands open wide, snapping: “Mine’s bigger!”

“I’ve got spaceship‑sized grief.”

“I’ve got planet‑sized grief.”

“I’ve got universe‑sized grief.”

“I’m infinite.”

“…Enough. What do you want?” Rong Shi asked flatly.

Song Yu considered. “For old times’ sake, I’ll graciously allow you to compensate me with one box of cookies.”

“Rejected.”

“…Then a box of fruit candies.”

“Not a chance.”

The damn rabbit was tighter‑lipped than a snapping turtle!

Song Yu cracked his knuckles threateningly. He was about to commit domestic violence.

—

The “domestic dispute” was bloody.

Neither man held back—brawling from one end of the ship cabin to the other, every strike smashing right into the other’s weak spots.

Had Qin Luo been present, he’d have cheered wildly. Now this is technique!

Half an hour later, halftime break.

Song Yu snatched up the water flask, downed half in one gulp, and tossed it at Rong Shi.

Trying to salvage his pride, he logged into the forum and typed a reply beneath the “True Love” fan post:

[LittleCatCan’tEatFish: My account was hacked. Any words against Chairman‑ge earlier weren’t from me.]

Slick. Just pin it on a hacked account.

Rong Shi took the flask, sipped, asking coolly, “That’s your solution?”

“Flawless.” Song Yu hit refresh.

Replies came faster than expected.

“Please. Claiming a hack is the oldest lie.”
“Don’t bring your hater filth into True Love Tower.”
“Pick a side—why play snide yin‑yang games? Vile.”
“Anon forum, who’d hack you? You think you’re royalty or something?”

“…That’s it?” Rong Shi said.

“……” Song Yu.

Teeth grinding, he fired off multiple overblown compliments, hyping Rong Shi sky high.

But the more he blew smoke, the nastier the replies got.

Some even twisted it into irony:

“Classic Cat‑bro! Black with elegance!”
“Head Hater, well deserved title.”
“After seeing his replies, I realize normal cursing is so low. This kind of performance insult, leaving room for interpretation—so refined.”
“The King of Advanced Hatred. Bow down.”

Song Yu threw up his hands. “Hopeless. Your turn.”

“…Fine.”

Like Song Yu, Rong Shi hated dragging out trifles that muddled their lives. Better to end them clean with one line.

He looked once, then typed beneath.

[LittleCatEatsMyFish: Song Yu is my wife. I would never black him.]

He checked it—direct, comprehensive, perfect.

“Simple,” he said, sending the post.

Song Yu suspiciously refreshed.

Replies popped in:

“Song Beauty’s your wife? Who do you think you are?”
“@Daddy Rong! Someone’s stealing your wife—slap him with an exam paper!”
“@Song Beauty! Some black fan just openly claimed you. Break his face!”
“Heavens, are the two Head Haters fighting in public? Can’t you pick another place?!”

“…That’s it?” Song Yu echoed, stone‑faced.

“….” Rong Shi.

Awkward.

Two men who could mow down assassins without blinking were left staring blankly at a virtual forum window.

In the end, they agreed—better to keep their masks tight. If they didn’t feel awkward, then the awkward ones were the outsiders.

---

The terminal chimed. A report popped onto the screen.

The investigation into the multiple assassin groups that had attacked at V99 was complete.

First wave: as expected, sent by Song Ke.

“Hah. His team already scrapped, activities frozen, and still he digs up two nobodies to irritate me. Dedicated indeed.” Song Yu sneered.

Second wave: the Queen. As expected.

But the third wave’s commander made him blink.

“Lin Jing?” He scrolled. “He’s this highly placed in the Organization?”

Why such a scale of ambush at that timing? Two possibilities: Queen’s order to target a prince—or personal vendetta. But Queen had already sent one set. A second was unlikely.

Rong Shi said quietly: “Qin Zhao.”

“I thought that too.”

The Organization preached omega supremacy, yet treated them like tools—fusing “super omegas” to alphas like accessories, discarding failed ones like trash.

Lin Jing’s rank was high, but if his alpha patron fell, his life would follow.

A revenge strike for Qin Zhao’s capture? Very possible.

Rong Shi beckoned 01, ordering it to tap the Organization’s database for Lin Jing’s file.

On the desk, 01 transformed into a palm‑sized hermit crab.

“Searching… Lin Jing. B‑Class subject. Initial code L1053. Entered early, thus mid‑high management. Former overseer of V99 underwater modification base,” 01 reported.

At once, 00 wriggled out from Song Yu’s ring, likewise a tiny crab, perching beside 01.

“Should I locate him for you, Master?”

With Rong Shi’s optimizations, 00 excelled at real‑time location lockup. As long as it wasn’t interstellar, it could pinpoint.

“Locate him,” Song Yu ordered.

“Done!” chirped 00. A satellite map appeared, a red dot creeping from Saint Wu district toward Saint De—trajectory leading straight to the palace.

Song Yu’s smile curved cold.

“The palace is so calm—they clearly still don’t know the database is lost. If we gave it a little push… what would happen?”

His sly fox grin almost made Rong Shi’s heart skip.

“…Want to try?”

---

Inside the palace, Song Ke, just released from punishment, nervously visited Ji Ling.

“Think before you act,” Ji Ling sipped tea. “With me here, that throne won’t slip from you. But if you keep causing trouble, I will force discipline.”

Song Ke flinched—pain tingled faintly at his glands. “No more, I listen to you!”

He clenched his fists bitterly. All Song Yu’s fault. Just like his lunatic father, deranged enough to do anything!

Ji Ling snapped his cup down, eye narrow: “If you hadn’t given him dirt, would such humiliation have leaked?”

“It was a setup! I was drunk. They plotted it!” Song Ke babbled, terrified Ji Ling would punish him again, recounting every detail.

Ji Ling finally sighed, nails polished smooth. “The deed is done. I don’t want to see a repeat.”

Song Ke breathed relief. Already, he was asking for his team back—

But Ji Ling’s terminal chimed. He cut the call—and his face twisted thunderous.

“…daad?” Song Ke quavered.

“Out!”

Song Ke bolted.

Minutes later, Lin Jing entered the palace. He came weekly, to report Organization status.

Today, he never even saw the queen.

The moment he stepped through the door, a fist slammed his head sideways—the world flipped.

An expensive boot filled his blur.

“The data center blew up, and you thought to hide it?!” Ji Ling seized his hair, smashing his head against a metal table leg. “Planning rebellion, Lin Jing?!”

Crack! Blood poured from his forehead.

“I—I’m sorry! I was going to report today—ahhh!”

“That center was decades of work!” Bang—over and over, nose shattering.

By the end, Lin Jing was a bloody pulp on the floor, pants-wetting fear. Ji Ling stood tall, pheromones flooding out.

The man writhed, clawing convulsively as if in ultimate agony. “Mercy… please…”

Ji Ling ignored him. Dialed comm—and cut it without connecting.

“Prepare. I will go to Snow Star myself.”

---

That night, a ship took an unlisted route, landing on Rong Shi’s homeworld.

Disguised under caps and masks, the two slipped off the ship and into a rented car.

Song Yu peered out at the dim sparse streetlights. “This place is so remote… you barely see people.”

On Imperial Star, the nights were lit like day. Here? Nearly dark.

Rong Shi set the nav, scanning their route. “Too late to back out. You’ve already married the country boy.”

Song Yu arched a brow. “Correction: you married me.”

“You’re adopting my surname anyway. Who married whom is obvious.”

“That’s if we divorce. Are you planning divorce?”

…and so they bickered all the way home.

__

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds again. Coming back at night felt like hacking through wilderness.

Finally, they pushed the door open. The house reeked of mildew.

“I’ll cook something,” Rong Shi offered calmly.

Silence.

“…What is it?” He turned. Song Yu was gazing about the house, face strangely conflicted.

Rong Shi frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Song Yu tilted his head, dazed. “…Weird. This is the first time I’ve ever been here… so why does it feel so familiar?”

---

Author’s Note:

Song Cat / Rong Bunny: Our ‘hater alter egos’—these vests won’t come off. Ridiculous.

Students: Haters, get lost!

Later—
Students: The way the two play with their “haters” identities as kinky couple fun… QuQ [quietly deleting all old comments]