The only SSSS-level fertility constitution in the entire interstellar space

He asked casually, but his chopsticks paused for a moment.

Federal law stipulates that women who accept the practice of walking marriage can receive a full living allowance and support from their walking marriage partners during the period of the marriage, without having to go out to work. In fact, very few women in the federal government go out to work.

Because even if they don't work, the government will support them.

So Fu Ciyan was inevitably a little surprised when Lu Yao suddenly suggested going to work.

"It's related to writing," Lu Yao said without going into details. "I signed a contract and need to go to Xingwen Entertainment Company. Hmm, I'll probably have to go there often in the future."

"Xingwen Entertainment?" Fu Ciyan raised his eyes, a flicker of emotion crossing them. "They bought the rights to your novel?"

Lu Yao was surprised that the man was so perceptive; he had guessed it after she had only mentioned it once.

"Yes, they need me to participate in scriptwriting, so I might have to work there for a while. Are you familiar with Xingwen Entertainment?"

Fu Ciyan put down his chopsticks, his expression becoming more serious than before: "The owner of Xingwen Entertainment is Zhou Jinlu. His father is a member of parliament, and Member Zhou has a great influence in parliament. As the eldest son, Zhou Jinlu showed his business talent at a very young age. Xingwen Entertainment is just one of his many businesses."

Fu Ciyan paused for a moment, then said, "But Zhou Jinlu is... a bit special."

"Special?" Lu Yao asked curiously.

Fu Ciyan glanced at her, seemingly considering his words: "He is afraid of women and has an allergic reaction to contact with them. In severe cases, it can even cause him to go into shock. This is no secret in the industry."

Lu Yao's eyes widened involuntarily. Under a system like the Federation's, there were still men who were afraid of women: "Then how can he have a walking marriage? Does he have to keep paying breach of contract fees?"

Fu Ciyan remained silent for a moment, clearly acknowledging Lu Yao's guess.

Lu Yao gasped. She had seen this person's name when she signed the contract and had also looked it up privately. She knew that Zhou Jinlu was 25 years old this year, which meant that from 18 to 25, for 7 years, 8 million every year. Damn, what an evil capitalist!

"However, he can only pay the penalty for another three years at most." Fu Ciyan's tone was tinged with schadenfreude. Clearly, he was someone who could afford to pay the penalty, but now he was in a situation where even if he had the money, he couldn't pay it.

So seeing that others would inevitably suffer the same fate sooner or later, I couldn't help but feel twisted in my heart.

Lu Yao didn't know how to comment for a moment. Anyway, there was nothing to sympathize with, since he was already so rich!

"I probably won't be able to get in touch with him." Neither his fear of women nor his identity were things that someone like her could get close to, so she didn't take it to heart at all, treating it as just gossip.

After the meal, Lu Yao instinctively offered to help clean up, but Fu Ciyan simply took the bowls and chopsticks from her hands, saying, "I'll take care of it."

His natural movements made Lu Yao feel somewhat dazed.

She followed him into the kitchen and watched him put his apron back on. "Well, since you cooked, I should be the one cleaning up."

Upon hearing this, Fu Ciyan looked at her, a strange glint in his eyes: "No need."

Lu Yao pursed her lips, trying hard to suppress the urge to smile. After all, she didn't really want to clean it up; she was just being polite: "Isn't that inappropriate?"

"If you don't like it, you can think carefully about how to get a good grade in the next daily tasks by cheating."

"..." She knew she wouldn't get anything good out of this guy.

That evening, while Lu Yao was thinking about how to persuade Fu Ciyan to sleep in the living room, the man very consciously stayed in the living room and showed no intention of going into the bedroom.

This relieved Lu Yao. She wasn't ready to share a bed with Fu Ciyan. Even if it was just sleeping under the covers, having another person in the bed would make her feel uncomfortable.

Fu Ciyan's self-awareness pleased her. Of course, she knew very well that he was so self-aware mostly because he was afraid that she would covet his excellent S-level genes.

Ha, doesn't she even look at the current situation in the Federation? It's like she thinks she can have a child just because she covets it.

*

The next morning, Lu Yao was awakened by the aroma of food. She rubbed her eyes and walked out of the bedroom, where she saw Fu Ciyan already dressed and frying eggs in the kitchen.

Morning light streamed through the window and fell on him. His dark gray shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his sleek forearms.

With his back to her, he skillfully stirred the food in the pan, a scene that was not only heartwarming but also pleasing to the eye.

"Go wash up when you're awake," Fu Ciyan said without turning his head, as if he had eyes in the back of his head. "Get ready to eat."

Lu Yao hummed in agreement and quickly slipped into the bathroom.

The person in the mirror still had sleepy eyes, slightly messy hair, and a rosy blush on their face from just waking up.

She quickly washed up, changed into a simple off-white dress, and wore a light blue knitted cardigan over it, looking gentle and refreshing.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, breakfast was already laid out on the table: perfectly fried sunny-side-up eggs, golden-brown toast, fresh juice, and a small bowl of vegetable salad.

It was much more substantial than the dry bread she ate every morning.

Suddenly I realized that having a partner who can cook in a walking marriage isn't such a bad thing after all.

"Thank you." Lu Yao sat down at the table, sincerely thanked them, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you get up this early every day?"

"A habit I developed in the military." Fu Ciyan sat down opposite her. "What time are you going to the company today?"

"There's a project launch meeting at 10:00, so I'm planning to leave at 9:30."

Fu Ciyan nodded and sent the key to his private hovercar to her bracelet: "This is my car. You can use it temporarily. When you come back tonight, you can choose a car you like."

Lu Yao looked at Fu Ciyan with some surprise: "What do you mean? You're going to give me a car?"

What's going on? The sun has risen in the west!

Fu Ciyan looked at the undisguised shock on Lu Yao's face, and his lips twitched slightly for a moment: "Didn't you read the rules of walking marriage? During the walking marriage, the man has the obligation to ensure the woman's safety and provide her with superior living conditions. You are now my walking marriage partner, and I will not shirk the obligations I should fulfill."

Lu Yao's eyes widened involuntarily: "You can even do that!"

She was completely unaware of this and felt a sense of unease. She prepared to carefully examine the information on the notice later. She had only read half of it that day, not only because she was frightened by the public wife, but also because she was interrupted by someone who suddenly showed up at her door.

Fu Ciyan snorted coldly: "Now do you think there's nothing wrong with accepting a walking marriage?"

Having been hit where it hurt by Fu Ciyan's words, Lu Yao didn't deny it, and chuckled: "I really didn't expect to be able to enjoy these services. I'm so sorry to have to make you spend money again."

Her straightforward reaction surprised Fu Ciyan. In his understanding, most women, even if they were supported by men, did not feel that there was anything wrong with it. On the contrary, they would think that it was their due, and some would even directly ask for it.

He had never met a woman as frank as Lu Yao before, at least not among the women he had ever encountered.

But he was unwilling to admit that Lu Yao had that one unique quality.

Just assume she's good at pretending.