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When Wen Shumu awoke from his daze, he was met with a pair of calm, dark eyes. The lenses of the black-rimmed glasses reflected slightly under the light.

"Aunt Peng..." he called softly.

Peng Qing smiled and said, "The last time is over. Let me see what you're wearing."

Wen Shumu raised one arm; it was fair and smooth, with no trace of scars visible. No one would imagine that such skin once bore horrific whip marks.

He lowered his arm, his expression calm: "Thank you, Aunt Peng."

Peng Qing quietly looked at the Omega lying in the energy chamber.

Most people would feel some emotion after having so many scars removed, but Wen Shumu looked remarkably calm.

Perhaps it's because... he doesn't actually care that much about himself.

With Ling Suyu not around, he suppressed all his emotions.

Peng Qing said, "I have another surgery coming up. You can rest here for a while longer. If you feel alright, you can leave."

Wen Shumu nodded. After Peng Qing left, he rubbed his temples, dozed off for more than ten minutes, and then slowly sat up.

He opened his terminal, intending to tell Allison that it was over and that a car could be sent to pick him up.

No sooner had the projection appeared in the air than several missed calls popped up.

It was Ling Suyu!

Wen Shumu instantly felt as if he had smelled mint, his mind clearing up. Just as he was about to call back, Ling Suyu called again.

He quickly answered the call, and the incomparably handsome Alpha appeared on the projector, his brows furrowed with obvious worry.

Ling Suyu looked Wen Shumu up and down, and only felt slightly relieved when he saw that he was wearing the large blue robe required to enter the bio-energy chamber.

"Xiao Mu, did you just wake up? Is today the last time?"

Upon seeing Ling Suyu, Wen Shumu's expression immediately brightened, and his smile was as gentle as a spring breeze: "I just woke up. I happened to see the missed call message, and then you called me."

He finally showed some excitement, rolling up his sleeves to show Ling Suyu his flawless skin.

"Brother, look, it's all gone!"

Ling Suyu sat back in her chair, smiling as she watched him demonstrate.

He showed no trace of the decisive and ruthless demeanor he displayed on the battlefield just two hours earlier.

After Wen Shumu finished his demonstration, Ling Suyu said, "The alien beasts from the border planet of Ninoto have already withdrawn."

Wen Shumu immediately asked, "Then can we come back now?!"

He even unconsciously raised his voice a little.

Ling Suyu paused for a moment, then told him that she had met up with him on Fuluo Star.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Wen Shumu's eyes, but he could understand.

Compared to the Imperial Star, Ninoto is closer to the Flora Star, and Ling Suyu should have other missions to undertake.

Wen Shumu said, "Our science advisor is still waiting for your message to confirm the meeting time."

He had his own ulterior motives in saying this; if the meeting time was set quickly, he would have something to look forward to.

Ling Suyu pursed his thin lips slightly, seemingly a little anxious: "I'll tell him later."

The two chatted for a while longer when they heard a knock on the door from Ling Suyu's side.

Knowing that Ling Suyu was about to get busy again, Wen Shumu said, "I'm going to change my clothes too. Let's talk again tonight."

Ling Suyu nodded, but still didn't end the call, just staring intently at him.

Wen Shumu's hand moved toward the red button in the air, and suddenly his expression froze slightly.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Ling Suyu always waits for him to hang up first.

His expression softened, and the slight disappointment he had felt earlier gradually disappeared.

*

Wen Shumu had just boarded the car on his way back when Ke Mo sent him a message.

It seems that Ling Suyu really did confirm the time with Ke Mo as soon as the call ended.

[Kemo: Attention all guests, the meeting time is five days from now, which is next Tuesday. See you on Planet Flora!]

Wen Shumu immediately informed Allison, who was in the co-pilot's seat, of the news.

Allison calculated the time: "Oh dear, that means it'll be the weekend at the latest, Madam. You'll have to leave by then and start packing when you get back."

He thought about the same thing as Wen Shumu.

It takes about a day and a half to travel from the Imperial Star to the Flora Star by civilian starship.

When they arrived at the manor, it was already late, so Wen Shumu discussed with Allison that they would pack up the next day.

Allison looked slightly serious. He was always meticulous and thorough in his work, and he did need time to think carefully about what he should bring back for his wife this time.

The next day, not long after Wen Shumu woke up and washed up, the diligent butler, along with Xiao Jin and a group of servants, pushed several rows of clothes into the bedroom in a grand procession.

Looking at the colorful clothes in front of him, Wen Shumu had a huge question mark on his mind.

Allison said, "Madam, the planet Flora you're going to is the fashion capital, where people pay the most attention to dressing up. Here you'll find the latest ready-to-wear from major luxury brands, as well as custom-made outfits by top designers you've already booked."

Wen Shumu got up and looked at the clothes. Most of them had the glamorous style unique to the Empire, and some were even so exaggerated that they could be used to perform in an opera.

He looked around helplessly, and finally pointed to a row of relatively plain clothes: "I'll just take these."

Allison glanced at the row of clothes and said succinctly, "Keep them."

The waiter pushed the rest away, and when he reached a row of gorgeous dark blue and dark purple clothes, Allison called out, "Keep this row too."

Wen Shumu: ? ? ?

"Should I...wear this?"

Allison nodded solemnly: "Madam, it's better to be prepared. In case the production team asks you to attend some fashion event, you can use these clothes."

It sounded reasonable, so Wen Shumu didn't pay any more attention and found a warm, sunny spot to read. He had complete faith in Allison's abilities and let the butler stay in the bedroom to check the clothes to bring.

The sun slowly moved westward, and the soft clouds were shrouded in the still-unfurling orange-red hue.

Wen Shumu put away the terminal and returned to the bedroom. As soon as he entered the dressing room, he saw a familiar... bunny ear headband and lace-trimmed bodysuit in an open suitcase on the floor.

With no one around, Wen Shumu stared at the rabbit ears for a long time before hesitatingly stepping forward, bending down, and taking them out.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror, first holding up the headband and gesturing at himself a couple of times, but it didn't seem to have any effect.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wen Shumu made a decisive move and put the rabbit ears on his head.

In the mirror, the flaxen-brown Omega had snow-white skin, slightly pink cheeks, and clear, round eyes that looked innocent. He originally had a refined, scholarly air, but the moment he put on the bunny ear headband, a touch of sweetness was added to his appearance.

Wen Shumu examined it carefully and still felt something was off. It was probably because his clothes were too ordinary and didn't match the rabbit ears.

His gaze slowly fell on the lace bodysuit with its extremely thin fabric.

Wen Shumu used one finger to hook the lace on the dress and picked it up.

If you were to wear these clothes, you could only describe them as... barely covering your body.

Just as he was about to put down his clothes, Allison's voice suddenly drifted over.

"You asked about Madam? Madam went to read a book. I'm here organizing the clothes he and you will wear when recording the show. I'll turn on a video for you to see, and you can choose one too..." Allison said as he walked into the dressing room.

His voice trailed off when he saw the Omega with rabbit ears in the dressing room.

The floating video call projection followed Allison's movements and remained fixed in the air above the dressing room.

Wen Shumu stiffened and looked up at the projection. The black-haired marshal's expression was slightly serious, and his gaze was fixed on him.