Chapter 868 - 887: The Little Panda Appearing at Qiuqiu’s Door Late at Night
Chapter 868: Chapter 887: The Little Panda Appearing at Qiuqiu’s Door Late at Night
That night, the wind rustled. Most people on Q3 were destined for a sleepless night; some were anxious, while others were merely curious.
The Fourteen-School Joint Practical could now continue; the area was finally safe.
The lights over at the Planet Building burned brightly. The reconnaissance squad was constantly sifting through the documents there. In the interrogation room, the secretary was restrained in a cold chair, his forehead beading with sweat and his lips completely drained of color.
It was obvious that even if he clung to his secrets, he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. The psychological pressure and his current predicament had utterly broken him.
However, Mo Si wasn’t around to enjoy the sight. Right now, he was playing the role of a gentleman of the night.
KNOCK KNOCK. The sound echoed at the door.
"Who is it?" his sweetheart’s voice rang out from inside, clearly asking despite knowing the answer.
In the shadows, Mo Si spoke softly. "Qiuqiu, it’s me."
A soft sound of surprise came from inside before the door swung wide open. The light spilled over his face, revealing an expression of endless tenderness. Not wanting to tease him any further, she quickly ushered him inside.
Closing the door, they were in a world of their own.
The factory dormitory was small. With its somewhat dim, yellowish lighting, the space felt incredibly cramped once his towering frame stepped inside. But to Qiuqiu, the moment he arrived, this tiny space was suddenly filled to the brim with happiness.
When they were apart, it felt like there would be thousands of things to say once they reunited. But now that they were actually face-to-face, simply looking at each other in silence was more than enough.
After a long while, Mo Si couldn’t help but step forward and wrap Qiuqiu in his arms.
"Thank goodness you’re alright."
"How could anything happen to me when you got here so fast?" Qiuqiu patted his back.
With her soft, warm body in his embrace, the two chatted about trivial things for a while before the topic slowly shifted back to Q3.
Mo Si dropped a bombshell. "Wen Jun is dead."
"What?!"
"Dead?" Qiuqiu asked, wondering how he could have died in such an airtight, heavily guarded environment.
"Yes, and it wasn’t a homicide." As expected, he had just been a hidden pawn. "A chip was implanted in his body, and it was detonated."
She paused. "Doesn’t that mean the trail to the mastermind behind all this is broken?"
"Yes. A dead end was inevitable. The situation here isn’t that simple." Mo Si actually knew quite a bit about the affairs of the Numbered Planets.
Members of the Mo Family were active in the Cabinet Senate, and they had once proposed amending the Numbered Planet Act to promote equal human rights regulations. The Mo Family had backed the proposal.
Unfortunately, at that time, the nobles and the Imperial Family had formed their own faction. The forces the Mo Family managed to rally weren’t strong enough to stand against them, so the Numbered Planets remained as semi-lawless territories.
He briefly explained some of this to Qiuqiu. However, political power struggles were incredibly complex. Without a solid grasp of the current political climate, one could only understand bits and pieces.
Take Qiuqiu, for example. "Since things are so complicated, won’t your coming here cause trouble for you?"
"It won’t," Mo Si replied with unwavering certainty. "Things are no longer the same as they were in the past.
"In the Cabinet Senate, our faction is finally able to go toe-to-toe with theirs." In fact, thanks to Mo Si’s formidable reputation in the Military Department, their faction’s influence was secretly eclipsing that of the nobles and the Imperial Family. "Although Wen Jun is dead, his secretary is still alive. From the looks of it, that secretary won’t be able to hold out for much longer."
Hearing this, Qiuqiu nodded happily. It was good enough that there was still someone they could interrogate.
Oh, right, she remembered something else.
Originally, she had planned to wait for Mo Si to arrive, resolve the issue, and then host a livestream to clear everything up and thoroughly ruin the Q3 administration. But the way things had developed... well... it was quite unexpected.
First, so many elderly people had shared her posts, completely shifting public sentiment. Then Mo Si had been even more ruthlessly efficient, essentially crushing Wen Jun the moment he arrived. Now that the management was already buried, and the situation on Q3 turned out to be so convoluted, could she still host her livestream?
"You can if you still want to."
"Then I do want to." Qiuqiu was quite serious. She really wanted to broadcast the true situation on Q3 to the public.
Just as the two were talking, Mo Si’s terminal rang. He glanced down at the flashing name on the screen and answered the call.
"Mo Si? What on earth is going on over there?
"Instead of returning in triumph, why did you detour to Q3? And what’s this about you taking over Q3?
"The Senate is holding an overnight meeting right now to denounce you!" The voice on the other end was frantic. "I can’t suppress this! What exactly is this classified mission of yours?"
"It is a genuinely classified mission." Out of the barrage of questions, Mo Si only answered this one.
"...What???"
"You’ll understand when the time comes. If the Senate issues any official documents or warrants, you don’t need to pay attention to them, nor do you need to stop them." Once Mo Si entered his working state, his effortless way of handling everything was incredibly attractive.
Qiuqiu blinked as she watched him.
After the Little Panda hung up the call, the first thing he saw was his girlfriend’s sparkling eyes. Who could possibly resist that? He gently lifted Qiuqiu and pulled her onto his lap.
"By the way, Qiuqiu, there’s something I need to tell you."
"Hmm? What is it?"
"We might need to publicize a portion of your superpowers and personal information," Mo Si said. "But not the most confidential parts."
Because there had to be a justifiable reason for his actions, Mo Si had decided to order the research institute to announce that Qiuqiu’s Healing Spiritual Power could be ’transmitted’ even through a screen, and that there was no limit to the number of portions she could transmit. Moreover, the healing energy transmitted through virtual data would grow stronger as her own base energy increased.
This extraordinary ability opened up the possibility of providing soldiers with instantaneous energy replenishment, allowing for sustained, long-term combat.
This was a matter of utmost importance. Based on this, Qiuqiu would be classified as an SSS Level classified personnel.
According to military law, if a Level 3S classified personnel faced a life-threatening situation and called for help, the Military Department was authorized to deploy troops for a rescue.
Initially, Mo Si hadn’t wanted to expose this, but the moment Wen Jun targeted Qiuqiu, she was forced into the game. Right now, she desperately needed an official status to protect her.
Qiuqiu had no objections to this. "I’m fine with whatever you think is best.
"By the way, traveling day and night to get here—are you tired?" She turned sideways, gazing at him with eyes full of concern.
Of course he wasn’t tired.
Compared to the fierce battles on the Polar Star, traveling on a Warship felt practically like sleeping. In the past, Mo Si had always categorized this type of travel as simply taking a rest.
However, the man’s brow furrowed slightly, feigning a look of exhaustion. "I am a little tired."
Qiuqiu couldn’t help but cup his face in her hands. "You look like you’ve lost weight."
"Actually, I’m feeling quite tired right now."
"Hmm?"
"I need Qiuqiu to kiss me before I can recover." Without an ounce of shame, he said this with a straight face, then leaned in, stopping his lips just inches from hers.
Qiuqiu was speechless. Feeling a bit helpless on the inside, she still couldn’t resist giving him a quick peck.
She had intended for it to be a brief kiss, but how could Mo Si—who had been deprived for so long—stop at just a peck? He became entirely aggressive, claiming his territory as if he wanted to pour all his pent-up longing from their time apart into this deep, lingering kiss.
For Mo Si, time stood entirely still in that moment. This frozen moment was unbelievably beautiful.
By the time they pulled apart, Qiuqiu’s face was flushed a deep crimson, and Mo Si’s eyes were practically glowing.
Just then, Qiuqiu said to Mo Si, "When you weren’t here and I was all alone on Q3 being threatened by Wen Jun, I felt so anxious. I couldn’t sleep every single night.
"Even though the threat is gone now, I’m still really anxious." Qiuqiu raised both hands and gestured over her own head. "I need to squeeze Mo Sisi’s ears right now to calm down."
She stared at Mo Si with pleading, eager eyes.
Mo Si was rendered speechless. His expression froze for a moment before he couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Qiuqiu mimicked him and quickly placed her slender hands on top of his head.
In no time at all, a fluffy texture materialized beneath her palms. The soft, furry ears twitched slightly, feeling almost as if they were tickling the center of her palms. Qiuqiu, who had initially just been teasing, instantly became excited.
Having his ears squeezed forced him to endure something most people could never tolerate. A shiver ran down his spine. For Mo Si, it was a mix of sweet agony and bliss.
He said, "Qiuqiu, whatever you want to do next time, just tell me directly." There was no need to make up those kinds of excuses; hearing them only made his heart ache for her.
"Then you should directly say so when you want a kiss, too!"
Fair enough. The two exchanged a glance. Then, with perfect tacit understanding, they spoke in unison:
"I want to squeeze the fluffy ball! (Your tail!)"
"I want cuddles!"
After all, in the dead of night, after such a long time apart and with no one else around, what desires couldn’t be satisfied?
The girl finally got to squeeze the little tail she had been dreaming of.
And the boy &*%￥... well, this is the part the reading platform won’t allow to be shown.
The storm outside hadn’t yet settled, but between Qiuqiu and Mo Si, the room overflowed with warmth and sweetness.
It was past 2:00 AM. Since they hadn’t officially established their relationship yet, and the room was too small without a second bed, Mo Si didn’t stay the night.
Before leaving, he told Qiuqiu, "There will probably be some ongoing issues over the next few days, and some negative news about me might surface. Don’t worry about it.
"It will all be over soon."