Chapter 2604 - 2596: Visiting

Chapter 2604: Chapter 2596: Visiting

Feng Jun and Beauty Lin left midway, which was noticed by quite a few people.

However, neither of them belongs to the combat sequence nor the research sequence, and they both have high status, so even if someone wanted to make a fuss about it, they wouldn’t know who to hold accountable.

After the senior journalist returned to her room, she found that Beauty Lin wasn’t there, so she called the duty center, "Where’s my roommate?"

The fleet is a combat unit, so even during a gathering, some people have to be on duty and stand guard. The personnel on duty checked the footage and replied, "She followed a gentleman into Room No. 2, Section A."

The female journalist was taken aback and asked again, "Room No. 2... is the indoor camera on?"

"You don’t have the authority to inquire about that," the duty officer answered formally. Since the fleet is a combat unit, there shouldn’t be any privacy, but since there are no combat missions right now and the drill hasn’t started, we’re just on our way to the drill site, emphasizing privacy seems normal.

The key point is that the three single rooms in the A sequence house all prominent figures, and the female journalist’s rank isn’t high enough.

However, the journalist was truly curious and couldn’t help but stroll to the door of Room No. 2, Section A.

Fortunately, it was the cruising phase, otherwise she wouldn’t have had access to the area with those three single rooms — her VIP status was enough, but she was part of the non-combat sequence, and if war broke out, restricted zones on the warship would drastically increase.

So although the guard saw her approaching and hesitated, they still lifted the restriction.

Interestingly enough, the owner of Room No. 2, Section A, had left the door open.

Seeing this, the female journalist couldn’t suppress her curiosity any longer and walked to the door to listen in.

Then she indeed overheard some explosive news, "I’ve given seven years of my prime youth to you, do you want to deny that?"

"Are you blaming me for this?" the man’s voice sounded, shameless as expected, "Did I beg you? Weren’t you the one clinging to me relentlessly... I even gave you some compensation the other day because I felt sorry for you."

Beauty Lin’s voice carried a bit of lament, "But I still want more, I wouldn’t mind staying with you for another ten years or so... even longer is fine, as long as you make a promise, I’ll wait without regret."

The man grew even more despicable, "A promise? Wishful thinking, I’ve never spoiled anyone. Go ahead and wait if you want... I would actually feel relieved if you were willing to leave."

Beauty Lin became increasingly humble, "I’m definitely not leaving, just discussing it with you; I know it’s my fault..."

The female journalist couldn’t hold back anymore, she peeked in and was stunned, "So white, I mean so big..."

"Hmm?" Beauty Lin was clinging to Feng Jun’s arm pleading when she saw the journalist and instinctively let go, then scanned her with a glance, "Yours... isn’t small either."

"I was talking about the room being so big," the journalist said awkwardly. Initially, she remarked on ’so white’ because Beauty Lin was sitting casually on the sofa with her skirt riding up quite a bit, which was a bit dazzling. But immediately after, she was shocked by the size of the room.

This single room is over twenty square meters, much larger than her shared double room with Beauty Lin, and it even has fitness equipment. She couldn’t help but want to ask: with such limited space on a warship, how could you make such a large single room? Have you considered how others might think about it?

Feng Jun originally didn’t want to bother with her. The room is large because my rank is high, you can only envy it!

But after thinking it over, he eventually explained, "Space missions can last three to five months or even half a year, unlike flying. A small room can cause problems, both physically and psychologically, so the rooms should be larger."

"That’s not exactly the case," the female journalist shook her head, then pointed at Beauty Lin, "My shared room with her is only half the size of yours. There’s no coffee table, no minibar, and no daybed... yet our ranks are just below yours."

"What’s so rare about that," Feng Jun replied indifferently, "A fully staffed battalion-level fleet has just over five hundred people. This time, the combat sequence alone has over eight hundred people, and nearly three hundred researchers. Your room was originally meant for one person."

The female journalist’s eyes lit up at his words, "So you really do know?"

"You could find out by casually asking around," Feng Jun answered dismissively. He’s seen plenty of battalion-level main battleships, not to mention brigade-level and division-level main battleships, but once at the division level... probing with a Divine Sense is really out of the question.

Just after he finished speaking, Beauty Lin’s face darkened, "Sister Han, the things you’re asking about are over the line, I hope you can forget about them!"

If they really were over the line, forgetting wouldn’t solve the issue. Sister Han’s actions could only be said to have just crossed the line.

"Alright, that was my mistake, I won’t ask anymore," Sister Han chuckled, not taking it to heart, then glanced at the two of them with a sly expression, "I was going to say, you two, even if this is a warship and your identities are special, shouldn’t you at least close the door?"

Beauty Lin leaned against Feng Jun and spoke lazily, "Then please, Sister Han, would you mind closing the door?"

"No need," Feng Jun shrugged his shoulders slightly, "the military has its rules. Back in ancient times, bringing women into the camp privately would have been a beheading offense."

He said this with consideration for Beauty Lin’s feelings and didn’t want to cause another incident of reassigning duties.

As for the misunderstanding with the female reporter across from him, he wasn’t too concerned—it’s known that he likes this kind of thing, so why hide?

He had come to understand over the years that social hierarchy objectively exists between people. At a certain level, indulging in female company isn’t a big deal; he makes his living through his skills and doesn’t mingle in celebrity circles. So what if his private life is a bit debauched?

Back when he was in the shadows, seeing Yu Qingzhu, he didn’t even dare to greet her, let alone dream of her being with him. He wouldn’t have been confident in keeping her either.

But now... he has so many options. The former goddess, Qingzhu, is at his beck and call. The truth is, he hasn’t acted on it yet because he still cherishes some sentimentality, balancing convenience and timing.

He’s certainly not interested in Beauty Lin, nor does he want to be. Yet, when he was down on his luck, Beauty Lin was someone he admired—not only was she better looking than ex-girlfriend Zhang Yunzhen, but she also had a great figure, was younger, and worked in a powerful unit...

But now, he truly doesn’t want excessive contact with her. First of all, he has resources at home—plenty, in fact. Not to mention Yu Qingzhu, even Gu Jiahui, though a bit wicked, and Tianqin’s Yan Yuxi... are within his grasp.

As for Yi Jue, it’s a strange feeling, as if there’s a tacit understanding between them. However, Feng Jun now... might be a bit inflated, or maybe it’s a bit of male chauvinism. He feels it’s not wise to involve himself too deeply with her until his cultivation level matches Yi Jue’s.

Being comrades-in-arms is fine, but other aspects... he doesn’t want to consider them for now.

Beauty Lin just laughed, but the female reporter, who was about to leave, was unhappy when she heard this. Her expression darkened, "I’m also a woman, and I’ve entered the camp. Are you planning to execute me too?"

"Alright, I was wrong," Feng Jun raised his hands indifferently. He really didn’t want to argue with these people. Ultimately, no matter how high your status or influence, you’re still a pitiable soul operating within the rules.

The term "pitiable soul" isn’t derogatory—it merely denotes a lack of control.

Including Feng Jun, who considers himself a "pitiable soul" too. Even at the Tianqin Plane, where no one below the Divine Spirit Stage dares to provoke him, can he escape being a "public bus"? As a tool person, who pities him if not himself?

Anyway, in the world, people are always beyond their control. He smiled indifferently, "I misspoke, you better take Chief Lin away."

"Chief Lin, I’ll leave you here," Sister Han turned and left, "I’ll close the door for you... remember to turn off the surveillance."

Watching the door close, Feng Jun lifted his hand, and an invisible force pushed the door open again, "Meddlesome."

Beauty Lin glanced at him, stood up, walked over, and closed the door again, looking at him with a half-smile, "I’m not afraid, so what are you afraid of?"

"Having done it, there’s nothing to fear," Feng Jun didn’t rush to open the door. Anyway, she’ll leave the door eventually. He just calmly stated, "But I haven’t done anything... I know you’re lusting over me, so I won’t let you succeed."

Beauty Lin twisted the lock with her hand twice, locking the door, then walked towards Feng Jun with a smile, "In matters like this, it’s always the woman who loses out."

"Nonsense, what era do you think this is?" Feng Jun dismissively waved his hand, and the locked door opened again, "If things go your way, then I’m the one who truly loses out."

Beauty Lin glanced helplessly at the door, rolled her eyes at him, and turned to leave.

Feng Jun didn’t bother with the door, leaning leisurely on the sofa, he pulled out a case of beer, opened a bottle, and began drinking slowly.

He was someone who valued privacy, but these days, being alone felt a bit stifling. After all, this is the VIP section; generally, people don’t wander in, and he wasn’t afraid of someone coming in to persuade him to perform.

However, a moment later, his brows furrowed as Beauty Lin appeared at his door, dragging a suitcase.

By the time Feng Jun went to close the door, it was a bit too late. Sending out his Divine Sense, he kept her at the doorway, "What do you mean?"

Beauty Lin was surprised, feeling as though she had bumped into a sheet of transparent rubber. Clearly, the door was open, but she couldn’t walk in, and the rubber even had a rebounding force.

Taken by surprise, her nose tingled, almost bringing tears to her eyes, "What have you done?"

"Never mind what I’ve done," Feng Jun frowned slightly, asking with a hint of annoyance, "What do you want?"

"Moving in with you," Beauty Lin replied without hesitation, "My room is too small, and Sister Han has a bit of a nerve issue. It’s better here with you, and the bed is larger."

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