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These words made Sha Ling want to go on a killing spree.

He once asked his wife, "Am I your only whistleblower?"

At that time, Lu Weiliang had just returned to the Central Star. Fearing that Sha Ling would no longer protect her, she blurted out, "Of course, not only now, but also for the rest of my life."

Sha Ling believed it.

And he firmly believed that his wife would only marry him in this lifetime.

His wife is a woman of her word and is not fickle. The white-haired man must have said such things for some purpose, to sow discord between them.

Sha Ling rushed over to kick him a couple of times to vent her anger for her wife.

Lu Weiliang quickly grabbed the person and hugged her. Looking at Sha Ling's puffed-up face, she could probably crush a blind person with her feet.

She gently patted Sha Ling's chest with her palm: "Don't be angry, he's just talking nonsense. He even sent assassins to kill me a few days ago. How could he be a sentry? You can't believe a word he says. Those werewolves are all liars."

Am I a liar?

Provoked by these words, Yan Mu laughed in anger, his nameless rage igniting within him, and he wanted to fight back.

He quickly turned on his personal terminal, pulled up all the engagement information and photos, and threw them into the air.

In the photo, the girl is leaning on the boy's shoulder, her smile sweeter than honey, and the photographer's voice-over says, "Oh my, the boy has his arm around her waist, they're a bit intimate." They look like a perfect couple.

Yan Mu's eyes held an intense provocation.

silent.

But it's more hurtful than any other word.

Lu Weiliang glared at him fiercely: "Would you die if you didn't cause trouble for others?"

"meeting!"

Yan Mu felt inexplicably pleased.

He hated this mute person the most.

Two years ago, the group's starship was hijacked, and "Dead Mute" stole half of his energy crystals.

Last year, six containers of Sentinel Enhancers were taken by the Dumb One in one night, leaving only three.

There are countless interstellar weapon groups, but it seems that the mute has a particular grudge against the Yan clan, always targeting them for his own purposes.

He turned the tables on him, pretending to escort laser weapons. That time, he finally met him. The two fought for three days and three nights, both wounded and unable to kill each other, their strength evenly matched.

Yan Mu smiled wickedly, pleased to see the mute man humiliated.

Sha Ling was really angry, but upon closer inspection, a hint of grievance was hidden on his handsome face. He looked at Lu Weiliang, his eyes slightly red, and his gestures were so exaggerated that he seemed ready to take off.

They looked pitiful and helpless.

The system pretended to be dead. Lu Weiliang didn't understand sign language, but she could guess that the curses were quite vulgar.

Yan Mu, emboldened, continued to provoke: "Wei Liang, where should your husband stay tonight?" His tone was even a bit startled: "Tsk, the soundproofing in the dorm is terrible. How about coming to my place, or getting a room at the Empire State Building?"

That blind man can't stand seeing others do well; he has to say things like that to deliberately provoke people.

Lu Weiliang clenched her molars and gave the order to leave.

"Are you going to get treatment or not? If you're going to get treatment, then hurry up and leave."

Yan Mu raised an eyebrow and said, "I want to be cured, but I don't want to leave."

Seeing that the other party was constantly provoking her, Sha Ling was about to rush out to fight when Lu Weiliang gently grabbed her hand.

Yan Mu narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the tightly clasped hands.

The mute man has always been a severe misogynist, and even he can be manipulated at will.

It's clear that he had underestimated his "fiancée" before.

The sense of curiosity in his heart grew a little more without him realizing it. His personal computer flashed red, and he hurriedly replied with a few words before quickly jumping off the balcony.

"It's a bit chilly, I'll come see you again tomorrow night."

Seeing that the figure had disappeared without a trace, Lu Weiliang quickly locked all the balcony doors.

She let out a long sigh of relief, and when she turned around, she met Sha Ling's pitiful yet angry silver-blue eyes. Being stared at so earnestly by such a beautiful woman, Lu Weiliang's heart softened.

"I can explain!"

Sha Ling trembled uncontrollably, her sign language gestures becoming hurried and chaotic.

The system suddenly revived and helped translate: "[Who is he? Are you married?]"

He's here? Should I leave?

In fact, Lu Weiliang understood Sha Ling's feelings very well. He had lost his memory, and she was the only person in his life.

Like a shipwrecked person adrift at sea, suddenly grabbing onto a piece of driftwood is a spiritual refuge and a place to return home.

And she happened to be alone when she entered the unknown world, and she understood what he was thinking.

Lu Weiliang casually took out a handkerchief. "Sit down a little, you're too tall, I can't reach you. Are you sweating so much because you were worried about me and ran all the way back?"

Sha Ling nodded.

While gently wiping his sweat, Lu Weiliang poured out her heart, recounting everything: the deadly engagement, Yan Mu's relentless pursuit, and the agreed-upon treatment deal.

After the explanation, Sha Ling's face didn't brighten up at all; instead, she looked so worried she could wring water out of her eyes, her brows furrowed into a tight knot, and even her eyes dimmed.

He felt useless, because in his wife's account, he had not fulfilled any of his duty to protect and care for her.

Exposing your loved one to danger makes you the worst sentinel in the galaxy.

He looked at her with remorse: "My dear wife, I'm so sorry. You were being coerced, and I didn't even know. It's my fault for not protecting you."

Lu Weiliang made a face that looked like a meme of someone with a protruding intestine, and said, "Huh?"

[I even thought for a moment that you had ulterior motives for impersonating my wife to get close to me, but now I realize I was completely wrong.]

Lu Weiliang: "Hmm?"

He awkwardly gestured again, saying, "Don't worry, my wife, I'm not jealous."

Actually, I'm incredibly jealous.

Lu Weiliang gave a long explanation, all of which were objective facts, and not a single word of which Sha Ling wanted to hear.

He really wanted to ask her if she liked Yan Mu. If she said no, he would be very happy. Then he wanted to find out if she had ever liked Yan Mu before.

Also, what are her feelings for him? Does she like him or hate him?

She wiped his sweat and earnestly explained her past with Yan Mu. She shouldn't dislike him, right?

Lu Weiliang was completely unaware of these inner monologues; she only felt guilty.

But thinking about it, it was Sha Ling who took the initiative to call her "wife," so she was at most an accomplice. She then became self-righteous and said, "It's good that you're not jealous. I don't care about him at all. We'll get divorced sooner or later. It's better to get divorced as soon as possible. I can't stand that lunatic."

It seemed that "not caring" or "divorce" pleased Sha Ling, and the gloom on his face was instantly blown away by a gust of wind.

He wore a neatly tailored black uniform, his silver-blue eyes brightened like the sky after rain, and he looked up at Lu Weiliang. His eyebrows were prominent, his thin lips were slightly upturned, and he was so handsome that it was impossible to look away.

For a moment, Lu Weiliang thought she had seen a god.

"Are you hungry?" Lu Weiliang asked.

Low-ranking sentries don't have natural meals; they are only supplied with three cheap nutrient solutions a day. So Lu Weiliang specially kept the packed food warm in the insulated box, waiting for him to come back and eat.

Sha Ling felt as happy as a flower in her heart, and she hadn't calmed down even after lying in bed.

He buried his head in the soft blankets, and without even trying, he could smell his wife's scent.

Lu Weiliang didn't sleep much.

The networked alarm system in the villa was set up in a very inhumane way; people died before they could even press it from so far away.

She was lucky today, but what about tomorrow and the day after? What about the other directors?

I really don't know which idiot came up with this.

She wrote a 5,000-word improvement application overnight and submitted it to the Guide Protection Association.