The burly man marched over to the dining table, slamming his hands onto it with a bang. Leaning in, he asked, “I heard you got selected? I’m talking about the Preferred Parenting!”
The bearded burly man, named Lei Wo, was from the adjacent project team. Jiang Miao was startled by his booming voice and coughed before saying, “Uh, yes. Did you get selected this time?”
“No! I’ve been trying for three years! Is it true they said you’re the first-time applicant this year?” Lei Wo couldn’t believe it.
Jiang Miao, with a forced smile, said, “Yes.”
“Oh my, it’s absolutely outrageous!” The burly man ruffled his own hair in frustration, then, with a glint in his eyes, said, “Dr. Jiang, please let me shake your hand. Please let your good luck envelop me too, okay?”
Surprisingly, Lei Wo, the burly man with a beard, had an unexpectedly hopeful expression, creating a cute contrast. Jiang Miao couldn’t bear to reject him and extended her hand.
Compared to Jiang Miao’s delicate and fair hand, Lei Wo’s hands were like bear paws. He firmly grasped Jiang Miao’s hand, gave it a vigorous shake, said a “thank you,” and left with an expectant look on his face.
Jiang Miao was at a loss, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
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Considering Earth’s gravity as the standard, within the star systems where humans have set foot, habitable planets are mostly those with gravity close to the standard or moons. However, there are a few planets where gravity significantly deviates from the standard.
Dufa Star, where Jiang Miao was born, is one such moderately high-gravity planet. Although she had always known about this situation, it wasn’t until she left Dufa Star at the age of fifteen to attend university that she truly felt the difference. In the capital star region, she nearly mistook herself as Superman.
However, during her university years, Jiang Miao quickly realized that despite her extraordinary strength, her classmates, though often inclined to ask for her help, were unwilling to respond to the favorable feelings she displayed. No handsome guy she admired was willing to respond positively to her advances.
No boy wanted a girlfriend who could lift him with a single hand.
In the freaking interstellar age, where men can even give birth, these guys were still stubbornly clinging to their last and only physical advantage!
At that time, Jiang Miao was tempted to curse.
In the ancient Earth era, when technology wasn’t as advanced, many industries had specific physical requirements, creating numerous employment barriers for women.
In the actual interstellar age, with the development of technology and the improvement of general genetic capabilities, men no longer have a significant advantage in career choices due to physical differences.
For example, on mineral planets, the machines rumbling through the tunnels for mining are actually controlled remotely by drivers sitting in air-conditioned cabins. This type of control can’t even be considered precise, and in this aspect, women are no less capable than men.
So, in reality, as technology has advanced, men’s remaining physical advantages are mostly used in pursuits like dating.
Encountering girls like Jiang Miao, who come from high-gravity planets, their meager self-esteem naturally cannot find satisfaction.
Jiang Miao had cursed, felt frustrated, and even resisted, but in the end, she compromised with society. After leaving university, she never brought up the fact that she came from a moderately high-gravity planet again. At least, she managed to have two boyfriends.
“Lei Wo is only twenty-nine, and you’re only twenty-six. Have I fallen behind the times? Is it trendy for young people to have children now?” Tanaka sighed, “I only made up my mind to have children when I was thirty-five.”
Tanaka is now fifty-four, approaching sixty. Unlike Jiang Miao’s youthful appearance, he looks like a “mature middle-aged man.”
On ancient Earth, this kind of appearance would be considered that of a mature man in his early thirties.
“What’s with you young people? Why are you all going crazy and having kids so early?” he grumbled. “The government says the golden age for having children is from thirty to sixty.”
Being considered “crazy” for wanting to have children before the age of thirty, Jiang Miao didn’t know how to respond.
She gathered quite a bit of useful information from Tanaka and took notes on everything. When she tried to contact Yan He after she got home from work, she couldn’t reach him, as expected.
He mentioned that he was taking a military ship, and if it was a warship, private communication access would be restricted once on board. All communication had to go through the ship’s communication room.
However, Major Yan He didn’t provide her with specific information, and she didn’t know which ship to contact.
She searched online for military contact information. Due to the unique nature of military professions and the need for confidentiality in location information, they often remained in an “unreachable” state. If civilians needed to contact a service member, they could call the contact office to have them relay the message.
But that seemed a bit excessive!
Jiang Miao just wanted to ask Yan He if he had any preferences for room arrangement, and the like.
Forget it, Jiang Miao decided to make the decisions herself.
Her house wasn’t as large as Yan He’s standalone villa, but it still had over 200 square meters, two living rooms, four bedrooms, and three bathrooms.
Among these rooms, the largest master bedroom was, of course, for herself. Then, she had a fitness room, a multifunctional room, and a guest room that had never been used.
Jiang Miao wasn’t the type to entertain guests frequently, but when she initially bought and decorated the house, she inexplicably arranged for a guest room.
Wearing slippers, Jiang Miao walked over and opened the door to the guest room. “Turn on the lights.”
At this time, the default command for Xiaona to turn on the lights meant turning on the evening lights. The evening lights didn’t have any simulated effects like blue skies or white clouds. They were simply soft, warm lights that illuminated the room.
Of course, the wall color might also play a role. This room originally had warm tones, light and clean, with subtle decorations in light aqua in the corners, giving it an intellectual feel. The room had some decorative items, showcasing both elegance and softness in style.
This color scheme, this style, is completely identical to the bedroom of Zhang Ya on Dufa Star, at least as per Jiang Miao’s memory. She wondered if Zhang had redecorated the bedroom over these years.
Jiang Miao rarely entered this room, but today she decided to tidy it up for Yan He’s use, so she opened the door.
Under the light, the familiar intellectual color scheme gave her a slight shock.
No matter how much she denied it, she couldn’t change the fact that this room was originally prepared for Zhang Ya.
Yet, it had never been used.
Jiang Miao leaned against the doorway, looking at it for a while, then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit foolish.
Back on Earth, she dared to skip going home even during the Spring Festival because she knew her family was always there, and she could return at any time.
Later, when she came here, she assumed that her “mom” here would be the same. She was well taken care of, and emotions fermented over time, giving rise to genuine maternal affection during the fifteen years.
Being a transmigrant didn’t mean she could be nonchalant about her emotions.
It didn’t.
The last time she contacted Zhang Ya was when she turned eighteen and became an adult. Zhang Ya said “goodbye,” and that was the last time she saw her.
In all these years since then, Zhang Ya had never initiated contact. Jiang Miao would send her a text message on the National Foundation Day every year. Zhang Ya’s replies were always particularly concise, valuing words like gold.
Later, Jiang Miao became busy with work, and one year, she forgot to send a message to Zhang Ya. Naturally, the two of them drifted apart without any further contact.
But even so, when Jiang Miao received the house a few months ago, she couldn’t help but reserve this room for Zhang Ya when choosing the decoration scheme.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Jiang Miao’s lips curled slightly as she chuckled self-deprecatingly.
“Xiaona,” she called out to the virtual assistant, “contact the previous decoration company and have this room repainted.”
Xiaona connected to the decoration company’s website, unfolding it in front of Jiang Miao. She had previously decorated the entire house and was familiar with the operation of this website.
She selected the painting menu, spent quite a while choosing from the ready-made color schemes, and finally settled on a color that appeared somewhat cool but clean.
After scheduling an appointment for on-site service, she opened an online shopping site, selecting a few bedding sets that would complement the new paint.
Decorating is a straightforward task.
With a home artificial intelligence system in place, Jiang Miao doesn’t need to be physically present. When the decorating company’s robot arrives, Xiaona lets it in.
Jiang Miao’s AI receives notifications, and she opens a small screen at her workplace in the company, monitoring the situation at home.
The decorating robot enters the room, scans with lasers, and then sprays a white foam onto the furniture. After a minute of cooling, the foam condenses into a thin protective film on the surfaces of the furniture, even wrapping up the sheets and comforter on the bed.
Next, the robot moves the wrapped furniture slightly, detaches from the walls, uses lasers to remove the existing paint from the walls, sprays on a new color, and dries it.
They moved the furniture back to its original position and used a vacuum-like nozzle to remove the protective film.
There, it’s done. The whole process took less than two hours.
The bedding that Jiang Miao ordered on Tuesday night has also arrived, and Nana operated the housekeeping robot to change the sheets. Jiang Miao then remotely instructed Xiaona to store away some small decorative items in the storage room.
The room transformed from gentle and intellectual to cold and simple.
Speaking of “cold,” Jiang Miao couldn’t help but think of Yan He, dressed in a black uniform in the video call, with an expression of cool detachment, and that slight curve at the corner of his mouth…
Really! Seductive! Ah!
Sigh!
Tanaka approached with a cup of coffee and took a glance, “Why are you renovating again? Didn’t you just get a new house a few months ago?”
After speaking, he suddenly realized and asked, “Are you doing this for that Major?”
“Correct.” Jiang Miao said, “The original room was too feminine. I saw in the video that he prefers a more masculine environment, so I thought making the room a bit more masculine might make him feel better.”
In today’s progressive society, there’s more tolerance. Beyond traditional gender roles, individuals can freely choose to express themselves in a more neutral manner, and there’s less discrimination.
But since Jiang Miao perceived Yan He as a very masculine man, she felt that making the room more masculine wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Tanaka, however, thought it was very “wrong.”
“You’re catering to him too much,” he said, “It’s not necessary. If you have to accommodate him like this now, how annoying will it be for those three years? A troublesome roommate, really.”
This difference in perspective reflects their distinct philosophies. For Tanaka, the person sharing the experience of raising a child is at best a roommate for three years.
But for Jiang Miao, even if there is no marital relationship between her and Yan He, he is still the future father of her child. Just thinking that he agreed to all her terms, and she could have exclusive custody of the child in the future, made Jiang Miao feel that these accommodations and compromises were merely small investments for significant returns. It’s a good deal.
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