The No. 1 Hunfen King in the Entire Server [Interstellar] Chapter 75

Lin Jing listened quietly as Lilith spoke. His fingers had already reached the final newspaper page. His body was stiff, his gaze downcast, yet his heart felt eerily calm.

Ever since he had heard Dean Chang’s words at the base, he had already suspected that Xu Wanzhi’s childhood had been lonely. But the reality was far crueler than he had imagined. Now, he finally understood what his father and grandfather had fought over, what his grandmother had meant by “a single vote.” A cold, absurd vote that determined the life or death of a seven-year-old child.

“This is the truth. I only learned of it recently myself,” Lilith’s mocking smile faded into something more sorrowful. “I’m not telling you this because I expect anything from you. This is what the Osmond family owes Laixiya. As her child’s lover, you have the right to know.”

Lin Jing closed the stack of old newspapers and shut his eyes briefly. “Thank you.”

Lilith gazed at him silently. “Xu Wanzhi probably knew all of this long ago. He’s a genius—he could piece together the truth from the smallest clues. But instead of hearing it from him, I thought you should hear it from me.”

Lin Jing shook his head with a smile. “He wouldn’t tell me on his own.”

Lilith: “Why?”

Lin Jing lowered his head and murmured, “Maybe, to him, none of this is even worth mentioning.”

Lilith was stunned for a moment, then lowered her gaze and softly asked, “May I be so bold as to ask? What kind of person is my cousin?”

Lin Jing found the question interesting.

He had been wondering the same thing—what kind of person was Xu Wanzhi?

Seemingly omnipotent, yet indifferent and detached. Back then, he had seemed especially mysterious, especially distant.

But all of that illusion had been shattered at the end of the last world, with a blood-stained kiss.

That last sentence Xu Wanzhi had spoken to him in the blue light—perhaps he had been silently reciting it over and over in his heart ever since their first reunion at the threshold of life and death.

Lin Jing smiled and said calmly, “He’s just an ordinary person who doesn’t like to show his emotions. You don’t need to exaggerate how dangerous he is, and you don’t need to turn him into some kind of myth.”

Lilith pursed her lips.

“Are you heading back to District One now?” Their conversation ended as Lilith stood up. “I can give you a ride.”

Lin Jing shook his head. “Thanks, but no need.”

As they walked downstairs together, Lilith suddenly tilted her head and asked, “Do you know about the Counsel reshuffle?”

Lin Jing paused slightly and nodded.

Bernard’s illness had become a widely known rumor. News of the election for a new Speaker was all over buses, newspapers, and television.

Lilith smiled. “There’s a senator with strong public support on the candidate list, but he’s never been able to pass my father’s approval because their views on the Aurora explosion differ.”

“My father believes everything was caused by Laixiya’s selfishness and extremism. But Brandt has a much more objective stance—he thinks the project itself was flawed from the start. The moment the Counsel chose to disregard human rights, disaster was already inevitable. In fact, back then, Brandt even personally took the stage and gave a speech advocating for Xu Wanzhi to be spared. My father absolutely despises him for that.”

Lin Jing took a deep breath and made a comment about Bernard. “Does your father have a grudge against Laixiya or something?”

Lilith chuckled and shook her head. “No, he actually used to adore his little sister.”

She was dazed for a few seconds before continuing, “I only learned about all of this recently. Before, I never understood why my grandmother and he had such a huge falling out, but now it makes sense.”

“My father is a man who values family honor and the empire’s interests above all else. I don’t like him. My older siblings fear him. My grandmother hates him. My uncles don’t support him. Look at everything he’s done—it’s completely unlikable. So tell me, what exactly is he so obsessed with?”

Lilith shook her head with a bitter smile, her violet eyes full of sorrow. “Maybe… that’s precisely why my grandfather appointed him as the head of the family. ‘Born for honor’—that’s our family’s creed.”

Lin Jing wanted to laugh, but he couldn’t.

How ironic—born for honor.

After leaving, he didn’t go home. Instead, he took a trip to Imperial University.

The polygraph machine from the old tech exhibit in the library was still there, probably because its creators realized it was completely useless. Now, it was just a tool for couples to show off their love—or, in the spirit of “if we can break up one couple, we’ll count it as a win”—they had simply thrown it into a corner.

Lin Jing walked up to the small white robot, reached out to touch it, then withdrew his hand. He lowered his head and stared at the robot’s tiny red light, lost in thought.

Lilith had told him so much that his mind felt overwhelmed. He couldn’t help but wonder—did Xu Wanzhi hate them?

Did he hate the project? Hate the entire empire? Hate the Osmond family? Hate Bernard?

Suddenly, his communicator buzzed, pulling him back to reality.

The message he had sent earlier had finally received a reply.

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Sorry for the late reply. I’m on Filner Star. If you’re coming, I’ll pick you up.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: When? Tomorrow?]

Lin Jing froze. The moment he saw those two lines, he couldn’t stop the smile from forming at the corners of his lips. All the frustration and heaviness in his heart vanished in an instant.

That’s all that mattered.

No matter how cruel the past had been, from now on, they would simply love each other.

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: No need. You don’t have to pick me up.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: If I don’t, you might not be able to get in.]

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: Who do you think you’re looking down on? I have Dean Chang’s recommendation letter.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Okay. I’m sorry.]

Lin Jing replied while walking home.

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: Aren’t you curious why he gave me a recommendation letter to find you?]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Not curious. He knows I like you.]

A wave of scorching sweetness poured over his heart.

Lin Jing took a deep breath—his hands were trembling.

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: So you’ve had a crush on me for over ten years?]

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: Xu Wanzhi, you’re pretty impressive, huh? Hiding it so well. In the first two scripts, I thought we were mortal enemies before I lost my memory.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: ^^]

Lin Jing curled his lips. That was the same emoji he had used earlier to close the distance between them—but when Xu Wanzhi sent it, it somehow had a strong sense of sarcasm, just like Lu Xingyu had said.

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: I wasn’t hiding it.]

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: ?]

Lin Jing sent a question mark.

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: My bad, I didn’t notice it.]

In the first script, the final boss wiped out his entire team. In the second, they nearly drowned at the bottom of the ocean. If he had managed to see that Xu Wanzhi liked him through all that, it would’ve been a miracle.

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: I’m watching your livestream replays.]

Lin Jing was so startled that he nearly tripped while walking downstairs. Embarrassment and dread instantly flooded his mind.

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: F*!!! Turn it off!!!]**

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Why? You confessed to me at the end.]

Lin Jing’s brain short-circuited.

The moment he recalled how he had dashed to the plaza, crying like an idiot while confessing at the end of the game, he wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Flying Into a Rage Out of Humiliation.

[Shuang Mu Cheng Jing: TURN IT OFF!!]

But Xu Wanzhi didn’t listen to him and even provided a live text broadcast.

Lin Jing could even imagine Xu Wanzhi chuckling on the other side.

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Christine’s facial features actually look quite similar to yours in real life—very pretty. Wearing a white dress, she looks like a bride.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: I told you to give me a kiss, but you just went ahead and bit me. And I have to say, babe, your kissing skills are really bad.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Mmm, it bled. Did it hurt a lot at the time?]

Lin Jing, who had been furiously typing with gritted teeth, suddenly froze when he saw this message.

Did it hurt? That sensation of his soul being wrenched away, his flesh and blood churning—it was certainly unbearable.

But thinking about how this pain was only the remaining 5% after Xu Wanzhi had taken on 95% of the damage for him, it didn’t seem like much. Physical pain was nothing compared to the ache in his heart.

Lin Jing silently deleted everything he had typed. He calmed himself down, even feeling a little resigned—whatever, what’s done is done, so why be embarrassed now?

As he neared home, he simply turned off his phone, choosing to pretend he hadn’t seen anything to ease his awkwardness.

Taking the elevator upstairs, he returned home, turned on the household computer to control the lights and temperature, then poured himself a glass of water. After a long day, he finally sat on the sofa. When he picked up his phone again, Xu Wanzhi had already sent a flood of messages.

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: So it turns out it wasn’t over. The timeline has returned to Christine’s past.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: You were sleeping—you looked pretty cute.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Are classrooms always this noisy?]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: When you woke up, you looked so dazed. What were you thinking about back then?]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: The pigeons at the church really are annoying.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Ah, another river of memories ^^]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: A pigeon stole your hairband, and you ran after it.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Those heels were so high, I was really worried you’d fall.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: You could slow down a little.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: The square was covered in snow. The roads were slippery. I really wanted to tell you to slow down.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: You cried.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: En…]

It seemed like he had reached the end—he paused slightly.

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Yeah, I like you.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: I heard it.]

[Wan Feng Wan Yue: Okay, okay, I like you too. Be good, don’t cry.]

Lin Jing was stunned. He lowered his eyes, sitting on the sofa, rereading those words countless times. Something inside him swelled, warm and aching, like a sunflower that had yet to bloom in its pot, melting into a golden current that spread through his heart, so gentle it made him want to cry.

He put down his phone, leaned back, and covered his eyes with his arm to hide the stinging sensation. But the corners of his mouth remained lifted the entire time.

Then, he got up, put down his water glass, and directly called him.

The call was answered in one second.

“I thought you didn’t even know this thing could make calls.”

Across the vast expanse of space, Xu Wanzhi’s voice carried a smile. His cool-toned voice was impossibly gentle.

It was a bit noisy on his end, and there seemed to be KK’s voice in the background.

Lin Jing guessed he was watching a livestream replay and said, “Stop watching. It’s embarrassing enough already.”

Xu Wanzhi chuckled. “Not at all.”

Lin Jing quickly changed the topic. “If I leave tomorrow to find you, will it be convenient?”

Xu Wanzhi: “It’s always convenient.”

Lin Jing: “Hold on, let me check what kind of place Filna Star is.” He still remembered that night in District One when he had locked himself away, unfamiliar with the world.

Xu Wanzhi’s voice was calm: “No need to check. You have the highest level of access here.”

Lin Jing was dumbfounded. “Huh? Why?”

Xu Wanzhi replied matter-of-factly, “Mmm, because you’re my lover. My family.”

Lin Jing almost felt like his phone was burning in his hand. He forced himself not to stammer and barely managed to say, “Okay.”