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Ning Heng, the head of the Ning family, sat in her study with a gentle expression.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, a perfectly timed smile playing on her lips.

"Ayi is here."

Ning Yi lowered his eyes and bowed, saying, "Mother."

"Please sit down," Ning Heng gestured for him to sit, her tone gentle. "How's the recovery going in the East District?"

"Not bad, the recovery after the Zerg attack is faster than expected."

Ning Heng looked up at him with loving eyes, "Yes, you've managed it very well, but it's too hard on you all by yourself. I'm thinking it would be better to hand over some of the business to other members of the clan so you can have more free time..."

She paused, her smile deepening. "...It's time to think about my own affairs."

Ning Yi understood.

He curved his lips into a smile, respectful yet affectionate: "Mother, the East District has just stabilized, and there's a risk of trouble during the handover now. Let's wait a while before discussing it further."

Ning Heng looked at him like a loving mother worrying about her child.

"Ayi, you are an S-class male. Without a female to comfort you, problems will arise sooner or later. Your mother is worried about you."

Ning Yi maintained his fake smile and said in a gentle tone, "Mother, I still want to contribute more to the family, so I have no plans to form a contract with a female for the time being."

Ning Heng looked at him for a moment, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Alright, you decide for yourself," she paused, as if suddenly remembering something, "Oh, by the way, your father has been talking about you these past few days, go see him, he misses you."

Ning Yi stood up, still displaying a submissive demeanor.

"Yes."

After leaving the study, Ning Yi paused for two seconds before walking towards the room where Zhengfu lived.

The door was pushed open, and a white-haired, thin man was sitting by the window, lost in thought.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up, his cloudy eyes brightening for a moment.

"Ah Yi!"

Ning Yi walked over and squatted down in front of him.

"Father."

The man scrutinized him for a while before gently touching his shoulder.

"Has your injury from last time healed?"

Ning Yi lowered his eyes and unbuttoned his shirt to show him.

"Everything is ready."

The whip marks on his back still lingered, the pink new flesh and the brown old scars creating a shocking contrast of red and white.

The man's fingers traced the edges of the wounds.

"I hit too hard," he murmured, his voice filled with remorse. "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

The man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but then became even more worried.

"You're an S-rank... how come your injuries are so hard to heal? This won't do. If you have a female master later, she won't like you..."

Ning Yi remained silent.

He silently put on his clothes, buttoning them up one by one.

The father continued nagging, "I shouldn't have hit you last time. Every time you get injured, it takes you several days to recover, which delays things in the East District..."

He paused, then suddenly lowered his voice, "Your mother isn't upset, is she?"

Ning Yi paused for a moment as he buttoned his shirt.

He looked up, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over the skin peeking out from his father's collar.

A thin, long scar.

He reached out and gently parted his father's clothes.

A crisscrossing network of knife wounds.

"...Did she do it?"

The man nonchalantly tugged at his shirt to cover himself, saying, "It's been several days, it's nothing, I'm almost healed."

He quickly steered the conversation back on track, "Your injury is taking so long to heal, this isn't a good solution, Ah Yi, you won't attract females like this..."

Ning Yi looked at his father's rambling profile.

My father wasn't like this before.

The father is a B-grade male, a low-ranking one. Without the comfort of a female, he would not easily fall into a riot. After being chosen as the principal husband, he stubbornly guarded Ning Heng, treasuring the occasional tenderness that the female gave him, and regarding abuse and neglect as tests of loyalty.

My father hasn't received any comfort in a long time, and his mental state is becoming increasingly worrying.

He was silent for a long time.

"...Father, would you like to leave with me?"

The man froze.

"Where...where are you going?" He looked blank and shook his head repeatedly. "You still have businesses in the East District to manage. If you leave, most of the Ning family's businesses will have to stop, and your mother will be unhappy..."

Ning Yi closed his long, beautiful eyes weakly.

"Father, you should rest."

He turned to leave.

As soon as I took a step, a sharp pain shot through my scalp!

A hand gripped his hair tightly.

He turned his head and met his father's gloomy and twisted gaze.

The man stared at a strand of pale hair in his hand, his voice hoarse: "What is this?"

Ning Yi quietly watched his father's suddenly changed expression, his eyes filled with weariness.

A moment later, a dull crack of a whip echoed through the room.

The sound of the whipping stopped, and the door was pushed open.

Ning Yi walked out with a normal expression, his back of his clothes soaked with blood, which dripped down the hem.

In the bedroom, he expressionlessly took out the medicine and gave himself an injection.

While waiting for the ointment to take effect, apply it to the wound.

Because of the injury on his back, he couldn't reach it and could only twist and turn on the bed, contorting himself into a pretzel.

After struggling for almost ten minutes, I finally got the medicine applied.

He let out a long breath, and the quantum computer suddenly vibrated.

He lazily scooped it up and glanced down at it.

Su Chen: [Have you run out of medicine? I'll go to the research institute tomorrow and come get it.]

"...Tsk?"

Still alive? You're even replying to messages now?

Where are you?

[Princess's Private Residence.]

...Jiang Zhixia?

That bright and beautiful face suddenly appeared before my eyes.

He smirked and tossed the personal computer aside.

……

Jiang Zhixia stood in her small villa and stretched lazily.

"Finally back!"

The Empress Dowager and His Majesty finally let her go!

A white shadow pounced: "Master—!!!"

On the 666 electronic screen, a large, tearful cat head filled the entire screen, accompanied by a mechanical voice filled with grief and indignation.

"Does Master not want 666 anymore?! 666 waits for Master to come home every day! Does Master know how lonely 666 is?!"

Jiang Zhixia's lips twitched.

This little thing is actually clingy?!

She reached out and coldly pushed away the electronic screen that looked like it was crying in the rain.

"Now you know, go and prepare a bedroom."

The cat's tearful head instantly switched to squinty eyes, and it happily slid away, saying, "666 received!"

Jiang Zhixia shook her head helplessly and turned to look at the person behind her.

Su Chen stood at the door, his pale skin now tinged with warmth.

He was still in a daze.

Surprisingly, he wasn't thrown back into the Su family home, but was instead taken back to the princess's private residence.

This time, Lu Jue was not at the princess's private residence; it was just him and the princess.

Oh, no, there's more...

He glanced towards the door.

There stood a row of guards.

Jiang Ting did not stop the princess from leaving. When he heard that the princess wanted to take him with her, he immediately sent a whole squad of guards.

You don't even need to think to know who to guard against.

But recalling how the princess avoided talking to Jiang Ting, Su Chen lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Su Chen?" Jiang Zhixia leaned closer, tilting her head to look at him. "What are you daydreaming about? Come in."

She pulled the dazed man into the house.

"You're staying in the room next to mine, 666 is already tidying it up."

Su Chen was led by her hand, and that familiar fragrance wafted over again.

His heart skipped a beat. "...Thank you, Princess."

Jiang Zhixia smiled at him: "For now, you should stay with me. It will make it easier for me to figure out how to restore your mental strength."

Little White Flower is full now, and mobilizing its spiritual energy has no effect at all; we can only wait until it gets hungry.

She shoved Su Chen into the room, turned into her own bedroom, pounced on the bed, turned on her personal terminal, and told her girlfriends her location.

Jiang Zhixia: [I'm free now, wanna hang out?]

Chen Li: [Princess, you've come out of the palace?!]

[Let's go! Where should we go?]

Jiang Zhixia chuckled and swiped the screen to reply: 【Let's go to the East District amusement park! Didn't you want to go last time? I've already bought the tickets. I'll pick you up tomorrow. It'll be all-inclusive – food, drinks, and fun! It's all on me!】

Chen Li: [Yes, Your Highness! I await Your Highness's arrival! I beg Your Highness to take care of me~]

Jiang Zhixia sent a smug, money-spreading emoji, then smugly put away her personal terminal.

Her wallet is bulging now; it's good to be rich!

Early the next morning.

The pink hovercar landed steadily at the entrance of the research institute.

Su Chen pushed open the car door and got out, turning slightly to look into the car.

"Princess, please be careful on your journey."

Jiang Zhixia leaned half her head out of the car window, smiled and waved at him: "Okay, I'll pick you up tonight, around five or six o'clock? Message me when you're done."

Today she wore a light pink off-shoulder dress, her hair was tied in a pretty bow, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck, and she looked like she had just been fished out of a candy jar.

Su Chen's gaze lingered on her brows and eyes for a moment, then he gently curved his lips into a smile.

"it is good."

The car window slowly rose, and the pink hovercar ascended, tracing a smooth arc.

Su Chen watched until the pink figure completely disappeared before turning around.

Then they met the stares of more than a dozen people at the entrance of the research institute.

He nodded slightly to the researchers and stepped through the door.

The researchers watched him turn inside and began to chatter amongst themselves.

"Didn't the royal family issue a statement last night announcing the annulment of the engagement? This all seems quite harmonious..."

"The princess personally escorted him here; is this...is this an attitude of announcing the annulment of the engagement?"

"His mental strength isn't already..."

Shh—don't say it.

Su Chen walked through the corridor and pushed open the door to the lounge at the end.

Unsurprisingly, I saw a red blob slumped on the seat.

Ning Yi was nestled in the back of the chair in a position that was almost like he was sliding off, with his long legs crossed and resting on the edge of the table. His head was tilted to the side and his eyelashes were drooping, as if he was dozing off.

Hearing the noise, he reluctantly opened his eyes and looked over.

"Wow, they're really still alive."