[Zerg] After being reborn as a male Zergling, he refused to be a kept man.

After Zhuang Nian saw Fei off, his colleagues told him that they were having a dinner party on the weekend. Since the party was specifically to thank him for saving the day, they asked him to come.

Zhuang Nian nodded in agreement. When he returned to his office, he found that his desk was now piled high with a jumble of gifts. Judging from the signatures, they were all from officials of lieutenant general rank or higher.

This time, his boss didn't scold him; instead, he asked him with concern, "Should I help you get rid of it?"

Although the boss did not apologize for his previous prejudice, his attitude spoke volumes.

Zhuang Nian remained unfazed by praise or criticism, maintaining his indifferent demeanor. "Thank you, sir. I can do it myself." He deftly tidied the table, and a card fell out.

[The male insect I think about day and night, just hearing your voice makes me imagine how melodious and beautiful you must sound when you moan in bed. I'm so jealous of you, you pesky insect. I'm so curious, how many times do you sleep with him each night? You...]

Oh!

Zhuang Nian's abilities overturned many female soldiers' preconceived notions about male insects. He not only raised the level of his suitors, but he also attracted a pervert who liked to write harassing cards.

This is truly a sad story, but what's even sadder is...

Fei would send a video call to her male master every day, choosing a time an hour after Zhuang Nian got off work. She would say she missed him and cared about him, but in reality, she was just afraid that other people would appear around him, so she secretly watched him go home.

This surveillance-like behavior displeased Zhuang Nian, but considering that Jun Ci was away on campaign, Zhuang Nian tried his best to tolerate it out of consideration for Fei's feelings.

It was the weekend, and the department had a dinner party.

Dinner was booked at a century-old restaurant in the city center, and you could tell from the decor that it was indeed a long-established business.

Fearing that Zhuang Nian would find it unpleasant, his colleagues told him about the history of the place and laughed, "Don't let its old appearance fool you, business is actually quite good. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to book a table."

Zhuang Nian nodded slightly to indicate that he didn't mind, and took the time to send Fei a message:

[Department dinner, please contact us upon returning.]

I also muted the communicator.

The dishes at the old restaurant were indeed quite good, and the pastries in the platter were unexpectedly delicious. Zhuang Nian was just thinking that he could bring Se Chongzi to try it when he returned, when his communicator lit up.

Fei sent a video call and, after Zhuang Nian explicitly told him not to disturb him, began a barrage of messages.

Zhuang Nian narrowed his eyes slightly and turned off the communicator.

He chewed silently, his slightly long bangs falling down to obscure his dark, unfathomable eyes. The cutlery in his hands rose and fell very naturally, without making a sound.

The female soldiers had never seen an insect with such good table manners, nor had they ever eaten with such an elegant and handsome male insect as Zhuang Nian. They all looked at him, and even their superior, who was usually uninterested in male insects, couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

Later, as the wine flowed and people got more talkative, the atmosphere became lively.

The female soldiers blushed and tried to talk to Zhuang Nian. Some of the insects, emboldened by alcohol, even tried to confess their feelings, but when they met the male insects' dark eyes, they chickened out.

The boss leaned back in his chair, sipping his drink, and sighed, "It's so good to be young!" His communicator then beeped.

That was an internal video link, usually for official business.

The superior hurriedly put on his hat, went to the balcony to straighten his clothes in front of the glass, and then pressed the call button, saluting the silver-haired insect on the screen: "Lieutenant General Fei."

"I'm sorry to bother you so late," Fei said. "Is Lord Zhuang Nian with you?"

The superior was slightly taken aback, then nodded and said, "Yes, Lieutenant General. Mr. Zhuang Nian is also at the department dinner today."

Fei: "It seems that Lord Zhuang Nian's communicator is out of power. I can't contact him. Could I check on him?"

The boss glanced at Zhuang Nian, who was chatting and laughing with the insects, and felt it wouldn't be good if Fei saw him, so he said tactfully, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhuang Nian is just chatting with everyone. After the dinner, I will personally take him home and make sure he is safe."

Fei wasn't deaf; he could hear the cheerful laughter mixed with the sounds of male insects talking. He wasn't blind either; he could clearly see the image reflected on the glass behind his superior.

Fei thanked him with an unchanged expression, instructed his superior not to tell Zhuang about his contact with him, and then cut off the video call.

I don't know how much time passed after that...

As Fei stared at the dark screen, he thought of what the male insect had said to him before they parted, and his face suddenly darkened.

He swept the tabletop violently with a wave of his hand, causing the cold tea beside him to fall onto the neatly stacked animal hides with a thud. Amidst the shattered porcelain pieces scattered all over the floor, the female soldier, not content with that, reached out and shoved the box containing gems and gold that was next to the table down hard.