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

Upon seeing the word "passed," Lu Yao let out a long sigh of relief, her heart finally settling down.

Just as she expected, she passed by the passing grade, thank goodness!

Lu Yao breathed a sigh of relief as she read the small print below that line—

[Daily task generated: Minimum effective contact time, 30 minutes. Physiological synchronization rate and pheromone interaction depth must be maintained above the baseline threshold.]

[Task Period: From today until the end of the visiting marriage period or until both partners jointly submit an application to terminate the relationship and it is approved. Note: Meeting the requirements for 7 consecutive days will accumulate one "exemption day". Exemption days are automatically completed and cannot be accumulated.]

Even though Lu Yao was mentally prepared, seeing this still made her feel dizzy and disoriented.

Although the two of them completed the task by "cheating", considering the process, they did almost everything except for the last step.

This method of cheating was completely different from what she had initially thought.

She couldn't help but glance at Fu Ciyan standing to the side.

The man had just finished showering and changed into a dark gray loungewear set. His hair was half-dry, with tiny water droplets still clinging to the ends.

He was looking down at the holographic notification that popped up on his wrist. His profile was somewhat blurred in the warm light. Gone was his previous fierce, serious, and aggressive coldness. Instead, he exuded a kind of languidness.

Noticing her gaze, Fu Ciyan looked up.

Eyes facing each other.

Lu Yao quickly looked away, but her cheeks began to burn uncontrollably.

She forced herself to turn her attention back to her phone screen, pretending to study the task details.

"Did you see that?" Fu Ciyan's voice rang out, a little lower and hoarse than usual, but exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"Hmm," Lu Yao mumbled in response.

"What are your thoughts?"

What could she possibly be thinking? Lu Yao thought to herself, "Does saying I don't want to do it anymore make this damn mission disappear?"

Seeing that Lu Yao did not answer, Fu Ciyan continued, "Based on tonight's pattern, it should be able to last for half a month. After half a month, we both need to improve."

Lu Yao suddenly looked up, staring at him in disbelief. What did he mean?

"If we stay at the passing grade for too long, we will be seen as perfunctory, so we must make progress, even if the next stage is good and then falls back to passing, it is still acceptable."

Lu Yao understood Fu Ciyan's meaning. Although it was cheating, the cheating couldn't be exactly the same, otherwise it would be too fake and would be discovered sooner or later.

Thinking this, she quickly went to check what the good standard was.

Physiological synchronization rate: 60%, pheromone interaction depth: 55%, contact duration: 45 minutes.

It's significantly higher than the passing grade.

For a novice like Lu Yao who had just "taken the plunge," there was absolutely no idea how to cheat to achieve a good standard.

As if sensing her predicament, Fu Ciyan unusually comforted her, saying, "I'm very satisfied with your performance today. I believe you'll figure out a solution."

Lu Yao silently told herself, "For the sake of 8 million, I should just be patient!"

But I really couldn't tolerate it: "I'm very disappointed with your performance today. General Fu, I hope that in the future you can adjust your mindset and become self-sufficient as soon as possible."

"I will." Fu Ciyan's unexpected response left Lu Yao feeling like she'd punched a pillow. "If it weren't for unavoidable circumstances, I wouldn't want to have too much contact with you."

"Ha!" Lu Yao was so angry she almost laughed. If this guy hadn't reacted so quickly after she kissed and touched him, she would have really believed it!

If it weren't for the 8 million figure, Lu Yao would have suspected that this guy was deliberately lying to her.

Lu Yao got up, not wanting to face his face in the living room, but just as she turned around, she heard Fu Ciyan say, "Aren't you hungry?"

"If you want to eat, you can order takeout." Why would you expect her to cook?

"Takeout isn't healthy. Whatever ingredients you have at home, I'll cook it."

Lu Yao, who had already reached the bedroom door, suddenly stopped and turned back to look at the man who had rolled up his sleeves, clearly preparing to cook. She was somewhat surprised: "You can cook?"

Fu Ciyan looked up at her and asked, "What's so surprising about that? Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

At this moment, Fu Ciyan, who was already standing in front of the refrigerator door, asked a question while looking for ingredients.

"No, I'm fine with anything." Lu Yao turned around and went back to the sofa. She wanted to see for herself what this guy was capable of.

Lu Yao nestled on the sofa, hugging a cushion, her gaze fixed on the tall figure in the open kitchen.

Fu Ciyan moved nimbly, his forearms flowing smoothly beneath his rolled-up sleeves. He washed and chopped vegetables with unbelievable ease. The warm yellow light enveloped him, and the rising steam blurred his hard features, giving him a surprisingly gentle and domestic appearance.

Lu Yao was filled with surprise. It was hard to imagine that the Federation's youngest general, who had always acted so aloof, was actually cooking in her kitchen.

What's this? A contrast?

"Ding-dong—"

A slight vibration from her personal terminal on her wrist interrupted Lu Yao's somewhat complicated mood.

She looked down; it was a message from her editor, Qinghe.

[Qinghe: Yaoyao, Xingwen Entertainment just sent a message asking you to come to the head office tomorrow to sign the screenwriting contract. They'll probably need to discuss the plot development. Do you have time tomorrow?]

Lu Yao looked at the message and was secretly delighted. How could she not have time for making money? [Of course I do! When would be a good time for me to go?]

[It doesn't need to be too early, around 10 am, I'll be there too, see you tomorrow.]

Having arranged a time with the other party, Lu Yao was in a good mood. She opened the document and organized her outline to ensure that she could produce something when the other party inquired about it tomorrow.

Just then, Fu Ciyan brought over two bowls of tomato and egg noodles and two plates of cold side dishes, untied the apron from his waist with one hand, and casually hung it aside: "You can eat now."

Coming to her senses, Lu Yao smelled the aroma of food in the air. She wasn't very good at cooking and had relied on takeout for almost her entire life, but that didn't mean she couldn't eat.

Just by the taste, even before she had eaten it, Lu Yao knew it wouldn't be bad.

I never expected that Fu Ciyan would have such culinary skills; it's truly impressive.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Fu Ciyan keenly noticed Lu Yao's unusual expression and placed a glass of freshly brewed lemon water in front of her.

"It's nothing." Lu Yao looked away, picked up her chopsticks, and took a bite of noodles.

The noodles were cooked to the perfect firmness, the tomatoes were stir-fried to a thick, sandy consistency, and the eggs were smooth and tender. Together, they were absolutely delicious.

It was so delicious that she couldn't help but secretly stomp her feet under the table.

She decided to forgive Fu Ciyan's sharp tongue for the sake of this bowl of noodles.

"I have to go out tomorrow morning for work," she said while eating, explaining her plans for tomorrow.

Fu Ciyan was slightly taken aback: "What kind of job?"