FT DR Chapter 117: The Big Freak and the Little Freak

Chapter 117: The Big Freak and the Little Freak

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

 

I might have had a child with the president… In the silent late night, Mu sat by his daughter’s bed, his whole being frozen, his face pale and terrifying.

He reached such a conclusion not only based on intuition and speculation but also remembered when the Black Pearl incident just happened. The president came to Saint Martin Hospital to visit Wu Chenghe, and he inexplicably triggered bonding heat. Later, the president’s convoy returned, and it was obvious that someone in the convoy, like him, was affected by emotions. It was just because Sienna reacted quickly and sealed off the center due to virus leakage, preventing his secret from being exposed.

At that time, he also suspected whether the person who triggered his bonding heat was the President because the person who could make the entire convoy turn around obviously wouldn’t be just a simple aide or a bodyguard. If it was just a follower, a few people could return, and the President didn’t need to accompany them personally. But the next day, the President’s bodyguards came to investigate at the center, speaking methodically, and he overturned his own doubts.

Now it seems that he was too naive. The sentinel who was one hundred percent compatible with him that day was obviously the President himself!

Otherwise, who else had the ability to let the whole incident be investigated lightly? Discovering such a big thing, it even didn’t alert the Tungusic hunting group and passed silently!

Mu’s face turned ashen, and he went over the events of the past two years in his mind, from the Black Pearl case to the bonding heat incident to the Tungusic hunt… So he reaffirmed his own speculation—only this way could explain why the President personally sent the Secretary of State to comfort him after the hunting action and provided his own private lawyer to help him with the lawsuit. Only this way could explain why the President treated Zhuang Zhuang with such special regard, sending her a gift worth one million seven hundred thousand federal coins the first time they met!

But why would the President do this? What did he want to do? After the shock, Mu fell into another dilemma. As a middle-aged man, he was quite self-aware. He didn’t think he was handsome enough to make the president fall in love at first sight and use sperm to capture him! And if the President really liked him, he didn’t need to go to such lengths. He could just make a call to Mrs. Balon, and the guide school could send him to Tungusic, stamp him with a registered guide mark, and deliver him directly to the President’s palace without even attending the graduation ball, just black-boxed, okay!

Or was it all just a coincidence? The president had a special hobby of donating, and on a whim registered at the sperm bank to do a good deed. He went to register, their conditions happened to match, and then naturally they had a child together?

If he were thirty years younger, Mu might believe in this possibility, but he was fifty years old now, long past the age of dreaming—everyone knew that the president was a well-known singleist, even Jin Xuan was made using sperm and eggs donated by parents. If he had such a good heart, why didn’t he just find a surrogate mother directly and have his own child?

Dear God, how did his Z-groove grow back? Did it mutate?

Mu sat dumbly by his daughter’s bed, pondering the unconventional “emotional entanglement” between himself and the President, feeling increasingly heavy-hearted. Unusual behavior was demonic; according to the president’s level of abnormality, he could already be considered the best among demons.

But there is no love without reason, and there is no hatred without reason. Jin Zhe, as a smooth president, a sentinel with double Q breaking the table, wouldn’t do things without purpose. Mu forced himself to calm down and meticulously analyze the intentions of the top-grade demon king:

1. The President knew he was a guide, and still a guide one hundred percent compatible with himself, but for some reason, he couldn’t marry him in a normal way.

2. The President didn’t want to expose his guide identity, or rather, he maintained his current identity, which was more advantageous to the President.

3. The President didn’t want to let him go; a sentinel’s possessiveness towards a one hundred percent compatible guide was very strong. So the president used his desire for children and established an alternative possession relationship with him—having a daughter, he couldn’t accept the mark of other sentinels.

In conclusion, the President used a very despicable method to tie them together sneakily, without marriage and without exposure.

Thinking over these three points repeatedly, Mu felt that he understood everything. If it were two days ago, he might still be tangled, but with today’s meeting between the President and Sienna, he felt he completely understood Jin Zhe’s thoughts.

Jin Zhe wanted to possess him, but if a fuss was made at that time, his guide identity would inevitably be exposed. By then, he would be sent to Tungusic for investigation, and it was likely that the Free Guide Organization would be exposed. Once the Free Guide Organization was taken over by the government, the President would have to give half of the Free Guides to the Voyager Army. Jin Zhe wouldn’t do such a losing business, but Jin Zhe was also worried about being marked by others, so he found out about his search for artificial insemination donors, manipulated it in secret, and became the other father of his daughter.

The President’s calculations were too loud. If it weren’t for the fact that he was involved, Mu wanted to stand up and applaud him! Jin Zhe truly deserved to be the President he had always favored. This intelligence, this imagination, was simply deadly…

But admiring someone is one thing, and experiencing it oneself is another. The thought of being tricked by such despicable means made Mu want to immediately jump up and slap the other person one hundred and eighty times!

If Jin Zhe were in front of him right now, Mu would teach him without hesitation how to break through the wall between the children’s room and the master bedroom with his head.

Yes, although Mu had a saintly nature, he was completely different from the noble (?) type like Wu Chenghe. He had a hot temper by nature!

As his temper flared, his teeth ground together, and butterfly fluttered on his head, angrily flying around. The father and daughter were connected by heart; his aura affected the sleeping Zhuang Zhuang, who turned uncomfortably, murmuring vaguely, “President… darling… sending you a message… muah…”

A message? What message? Mu became alert instantly, gently pulling his daughter’s chubby hand out from under the blanket, opening her palm, and activating the “parental mode” on her personal terminal with his own terminal.

Parents have monitoring rights over pre-school children’s personal terminals. Mu connected to his daughter’s terminal and quickly found the latest private mailbox stored in her address book. Opening the communication records, he found many voice conversations in the “sent” folder. He took a deep breath and listened to each conversation one by one, and indeed heard the history of his daughter exchanging experiences with the president in an obscene manner.

When he heard the shameless request from the president for his daughter not to call him “President Uncle” but to call him “President Darling,” Mu nearly tore the bedsheet to shreds—was this really the president he had once admired? How could a person be so shameless?!

Now what? After the anger, Mu looked at the holographic communication panel floating in his palm with a faint confusion. The deed had been done; he couldn’t stuff his daughter back into his womb. He and the President had a child, which was an indisputable fact.

The law stipulates that sperm donors do not have parental rights, so legally, he didn’t need to worry about this issue. The President had no relationship with his daughter. But blood ties couldn’t be erased. Look at Zhuang Zhuang—she had only known the president for a day and already listened to him, communicated with him, and even told him a secret that not even her father knew—her quantum beast.

Mu felt a bit sour in his heart, and thinking of this, he cursed the President’s ancestors once again.

But cursing was useless. He couldn’t stop the President from getting close to Zhuang Zhuang. He couldn’t blacken the President in front of his daughter, nor could he order the President not to interact with his daughter. And now, the cooperation between the organization and the cabinet was at its most sensitive stage. He couldn’t let personal emotional issues… no, non-emotional emotional issues interfere with public affairs. He was the leader of the organization, Sienna’s appointed project commander for embryo interference, and he had to weigh the pros and cons to maximize the organization’s interests.

They were both adults with missions. The President couldn’t act recklessly, and he couldn’t seek revenge. Mu rubbed his forehead with worry, thinking over and over, he could only pretend that nothing had happened and continue to remain silent.

Yes, although he couldn’t stop the President from tricking him, he was still in the advantageous position so far. His relationship with Zhuang Zhuang was legally protected, and the President could only secretly try to please his daughter. As for whether the President had any more shameless ideas towards him… hehe, let him try, if Mu didn’t beat him to a pulp, his surname wasn’t Wu!

The rational and responsible middle-aged man made a wise decision, completely unaware that he didn’t belong to the Wu family in any aspect.

Mu exited the parental monitoring mode, tucked his daughter under the blanket, and left the children’s room. After tossing and turning for several hours, it was already dawn. Outside the window was the darkest moment before dawn.

Mu, for the first time ever, poured himself a cup of tea and stood silently sipping it in front of the bedroom floor-to-ceiling window. Gradually, a slight tipsiness filled his mind, and he inexplicably felt somewhat happy, as if the troublesome things that happened before were just an absurd dream.

He couldn’t help but chuckle and flipped the middle finger in the direction of the military and political center, finishing the tea in one gulp, and then lay down on the bed.

Half asleep and half awake, he found himself back in the dark cave over thirty years ago, with exploding debris raining down on his head like hail, a strong body firmly protecting him in its embrace, powerful hands cradling the back of his head.

“Don’t touch me!”

“I won’t touch you.”

“Swear!”

“I swear.”

His estrus had arrived; he smelled the strange and shameful scent emanating from his body, like an uncontrollable snake silently crawling towards the sentinel who was one hundred percent compatible with him. He tried to retract it, tried to control it, but couldn’t stop his instincts.

In the face of bonding heat, vows were as fragile as paper. He could feel that the sentinel was trying to control himself, but like him, neither could stop their instincts.

He ignited a sentinel with his instincts, then killed him in the alien cave.

Later, Sienna’s people dug open a passage and dragged him out with search and rescue ropes. He was tortured almost to death by bonding heat. In his dying moments, he heard a rescuer say, “There’s another person… so much blood… must be dead… the probe can’t detect any signs of life… no brainwaves… let’s call it quits.”

Fear seized Mu’s mind suddenly. He woke up abruptly, almost springing out of bed. He found himself still wearing yesterday’s shirt, wrinkled and sweaty. The sky outside the window was already bright. He was late.

Mu gasped for breath, rushed out of bed, stripped off his clothes, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Standing under the shower, he unconsciously recalled the dream he had just had, or rather, it wasn’t a dream at all but a memory etched in his mind. He still remembered Sienna rescuing him from the asteroid over thirty years ago, personally providing him with over two years of psychological counseling. He was so young then, just coming of age when he killed someone, someone who was completely compatible with him, already temporarily marked as his sentinel.

He spent a full two years immersed in fear and self-blame. He hadn’t seen anything at the time, but he often dreamt of standing in an empty cave, a sentinel with an indistinct face lying at his feet, skull cracked open, red and white brain matter and blood continuously gushing from the hole in the skull until it engulfed him.

He had spent over thirty years controlling himself, suggesting to himself that he hadn’t thought about it for many years. So why did he suddenly have that dream last night? Was it because of the president?

Mu stood lost in thought amidst the chaotic water droplets, realizing that the person was just like the president, both completely compatible with him.

“Daddy! Daddy, I’m hungry!” came the sound of tapping on the bathroom door suddenly. It was Zhuang Zhuang. “Daddy, I want milk and yellow cakes!”

“Oh, okay, I’ll be right out,” Mu quickly severed his train of thought, turned off the shower, and came out in a bathrobe. Zhuang Zhuang, in her nightgown, stood at the bathroom door with a look of grievance. “Daddy, my tummy hurts, and are we going to be late?”

“It’s okay, I’ll ask for leave from the early education class,” Mu picked up his daughter and kissed her cheek. “You go freshen up, and I’ll prepare something for you to eat, okay?”

“Mmm,” Zhuang Zhuang kissed him back and slipped away. Mu set up the face wash for her, prepared the toothbrush, and lifted her onto the stool. “Stand steady, don’t fall off.”

“Mmm,” Zhuang Zhuang had already begun splashing water on her face. Mu didn’t have time to change clothes. He went to the kitchen in his bathrobe to prepare a bottle and mango nutrients. When everything was ready and served, Zhuang Zhuang sat at the table holding a spoon, waiting. With a messy hair bun, she grinned at him. “Daddy, I have a new friend.” She pointed to the small Barbary lion lying next to the table. “Look, this is my yellow cat, its name is Tao Tao.”

The little lion showed a friendly expression and softly called out to Mu. Putting down the plate, Mu touched his daughter’s head. “It’s your quantum beast, darling. You’ve grown up; you’re a true sentinel now.”

“Oh, okay,” Zhuang Zhuang had been taken to see a sentinel doctor before by him, so she knew what a quantum beast was. She happily stroked the little lion with her toe and asked, “Daddy, is it mine now?”

“Of course,” Mu smiled and handed her the milk bottle. “But there’s something you need to keep secret for Daddy.”

“What is it?”

“Don’t tell anyone that Daddy can see your quantum beast,” Mu gave his daughter a serious hint. “It’s our little secret, okay?”

The little girl nibbled on the bottle, her black pupils dilating and contracting, nodding innocently. “Okay.”

“Have your meal,” Mu patted her head again and went back to the room to change clothes.

At the Presidential Residence, Jin Zhe had just finished his morning training, took off his vest intending to take a shower, then suddenly sneezed.

What’s wrong? Am I catching a cold? Getting old is really troublesome… Jin Zhe rubbed his nose and looked at the sturdy middle-aged man in the mirrored wall… or according to sentinel’s age, he was already an old man.

Fifty-eight years old. For ordinary people, life is only about a third completed, but for a sentinel without a guide, it was nearing the end. The long-term injection of inhibitors had caused irreversible damage to his consciousness cloud, even though he had excellent genes and used the best medications, it still couldn’t save his health.

There were always bloodshot eyes at the bottom of his eyes, a lingering symptom of frequent mania. Without the comfort of a guide, this condition would worsen until he went completely insane. Before the age of sixty-five, he had to step down from important positions, which meant he could only serve one more term at most.

One term, four years, was not enough for the Federation, which was weakening. But what could he do? Life, old age, sickness, and death, the replacement of old and new, were natural laws that no one could defy. He had to find a successor for himself. Hobart? Too weak, lacked courage. Balon? Too selfish, lacked broad-mindedness. Jin Xuan? He was still too young, another twenty years of experience, perhaps he would be a candidate.

But his Zhuang Zhuang showed extraordinary talent at a young age. If he could live for another fifty years, he would personally send that child to the pinnacle of life.

Of course, it wasn’t impossible. As long as he got his own guide, everything would be resolved. Jin Zhe finished his shower, wrapped himself in a towel and went to the dining room to eat. Regardless of how things were progressing positively, he and Sienna had made an agreement. Mu would cooperate as the head of Saint Martin and his subordinate research institute. His daughter was smart and healthy, so the only thing left was… proposing.

“The future is bright, but the road is winding,” Jin Zhe mumbled the famous words of a politician from a thousand years ago while biting into a piece of bread, opening his personal terminal and playing his daughter’s voice message to accompany his meal.

Listening to Zhuang Zhuang’s childish voice, Jin Zhe’s heart melted into a puddle of sweetness. He listened to it several times before reluctantly stopping.

Suddenly, he thought of something. He opened a virus software he had written years ago, remotely accessed his daughter’s personal terminal, checked the access records of the past twelve hours, and found a parental mode activation record at three thirty in the morning.

Legally speaking, Zhuang Zhuang only had one parent… Jin Zhe squinted his eyes. It seemed that Mu already knew about the manifestation of the child’s quantum beast.

Jin Zhe had little dealings with Mu, but he knew this person very well. As the youngest Dean of Aston Medical College, his guide was obviously intelligent. As a medical scientist, Mu could definitely distinguish between a Barbary lion and a regular lion, and he definitely knew how rare a Barbary lion sentinel was.

His actions were always traceable. The Black Pearl incident, the bonding heat incident, the sky-high model… with Mu’s shrewdness, as long as he connected all these incidents together, he would know what was going on. Last night, Mu logged into his daughter’s personal terminal, checked his and Zhuang Zhuang’s voice records, and must have understood everything.

But Mu remained silent, neither calling to question him nor deleting Zhuang Zhuang’s contact.

Oh, he must want to pretend he knows nothing, right? The cooperation between the Cabinet and the Free Guide Organization has just begun, and he can’t turn against himself… Jin Zhe looked at the virus software interface and chuckled slyly. They were really the same kind of people, always putting work first, willing to tolerate anything for their careers.

Oh no, I’m not disgusting at all… Jin Zhe immediately refuted himself, then closed his personal terminal, plucking at the mane of the big yellow cat while pondering what to do next.

Sienna had already expressed her support for his reelection, and Hannibal would most likely remain neutral in the reelection. So his reelection was basically a foregone conclusion. Now that Mu already knew he was Zhuang Zhuang’s other father, could he consider officially pursuing his own guide?

Hmm, it’s a bit difficult, but there are still six months until the election, so time is relatively abundant.

The President was busy contemplating the scientific question of “how an old house catches fire.” His train of thought was suddenly interrupted by the security alert indicating someone had returned. It was Jin Xuan.

What’s he doing here? Jin Zhe’s thoughts were interrupted, feeling somewhat annoyed. Wasn’t this kid supposed to be preparing for the commendation ceremony and post-war awards ceremony at the NTU base?

 

 

 

 

 

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