After dinner, Jiang Miao accessed the government website, opened Dr. Bradley’s page, and proceeded with the second step: expressing her requirements and expectations for this parenting plan.
Knowing it was unlikely for an immediate response, Jiang Miao turned off the screen and continued watching the TV series currently streaming online. Just as the first episode ended, before the second began, Xiaona reported, “You’ve received a response from Dr. Bradley.”
Jiang Miao immediately paused the TV series, and the screen on the coffee table in front of her lit up. She opened the replies one by one.
Dr. Bradley agreed with most of the clauses Jiang Miao had drafted, and as she went through them one by one, a smile involuntarily appeared on her face. However, this smile froze suddenly as her gaze lingered on a clause highlighted in red.
Dr. Bradley rejected Jiang Miao’s proposal for her to be the primary caregiver, with the male party as the supporting figure. Not only did he highlight this in red, but he also added a note, insisting on taking the role of the primary caregiver himself.
Jiang Miao’s brows furrowed.
The reason she applied for the Gene-Optimized Parenting Program was to have a child. The definition of “having” wasn’t just providing an egg; she wanted to live with her child and create a family of her own.
She was certain she couldn’t relinquish the custody to someone else.
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It’s really unfortunate.
At noon, Jiang Miao was still excited, but now her mood had taken a sharp downturn. Feeling anxious, she couldn’t help but nibble on her fingers.
Oh, this bad habit—both of her moms from the two different lifetimes had pointed it out, but she just couldn’t change!
After contemplating for a while, she entered the government website to check again. The military officer, Major Yan He, still hadn’t replied.
Although the lack of a response at least indicated he hadn’t rejected her, taking so long to reply… Was this person really that busy?
Being so busy, would he even have time to have a child?
As Jiang Miao lay on the bed with a conflicted heart, she checked one last time. As expected, Major Yan He still hadn’t provided any response.
Just as Jiang Miao was about to doze off in a daze, Xiaona alerted her, “You’ve received a reply from Major Yan He.”
Jiang Miao suddenly woke up.
Major Yan He received the government’s confirmation letter after returning home.
Although he had applied for the gene-optimal parenting program before, due to a mission, he temporarily froze his application. Now, as a new round of matching was about to begin, the government sent a confirmation letter asking him to confirm his participation in this round of matching.
Yan He’s home is located on the planet Piak in the Romo Galaxy, far from the capital star cluster. Unlike planets in the capital star cluster, where every inch of land is precious and housing prices are exorbitant, Yan He owns a detached three-story villa here, with the closest neighbor being thirty kilometers away.
There are no sophisticated mass transit systems like those in bustling metropolises, but the area boasts vast greenery, offering beautiful and pleasant landscapes. It even has a legally designated hunting area.
The government’s confirmation letter was sent to Yan He’s home AI in the morning while he was working out in the gym on the second floor.
Shirtless, wearing only shorts, his body horizontal in mid-air, one hand behind his back, and supporting himself on the floor with the other hand, Yan He remained still, like a statue.
To achieve this, every muscle in his body needed to be engaged, and each muscle had to possess remarkable strength.
Unlike Dr. Gelder, who was initially rejected by Jiang Miao due to a low physical fitness score, if Jiang Miao were to carefully examine Yan He’s information, she would discover that his highest score was in the physical fitness category. Of course, his scores in other categories were also impressive, but his physical fitness score stood out prominently in the bar chart.
In Jiang Miao’s terms, it could be described as “quite good” or even “very good.”
During morning exercises, Yan He heard a prompt from his home AI: “You have received an email from the government.”
The light screen activated on the floor, positioned just below Yan He’s face. Yan He saw the contents of the government’s urging for him to confirm.
“Genetic selection parenting plan feedback received from candidate Jiang Miao. All other candidates have been rejected.”
Yan He’s expression remained composed, but a subtle shift in his eyes betrayed a hint of intrigue. He mused about the mysterious woman who’s sole remaining option now is him.
“Would you like me to display the feedback details?” the AI inquired.
Yan He nodded, and holographic images appeared, showing Jiang Miao’s messages and her preferences for the parenting plan.
As he read through Jiang Miao’s thoughts and expectations, a thoughtful expression crossed Yan He’s face. The prospect of becoming a parent was new and unfamiliar to him. He considered the responsibilities and dynamics involved in raising a child.
After finishing his shower, Yan He got dressed and returned to the central area of his house. The holographic display showed Jiang Miao’s profile and messages. He contemplated how to respond to her, keeping in mind both their expectations and the government’s guidance on the parenting plan.
General Yanni wanted him to take advantage of this time away from the front lines to have the child and complete the parental leave.
Of course, the general’s true intention was to let Yan He rest well during parental leave and eliminate any unstable mental states. The general had confidence in Yan He; although he was temporarily transferred from the front lines to the rear, he hoped that Yan He would return to the front lines in the future.
Large drops of sweat slid from Yan He’s temples into his eyes. He blinked, the sweat droplets fell, passed through the screen, and shattered on the floor.
Yan He looked at the email on the screen and said, “Change the matching region to the capital star circle.”
The AI executed the change and asked, “Is there any other item you would like to modify?”
“No, that’s all,” Yan He replied. “Confirm.”
The AI executed the confirmation response.
Yan He put down his leg, and as soon as his toes touched the floor, the AI stopped the timer, saying, “Congratulations, you’ve surpassed your previous personal record for one-handed balance by 17 minutes!”
Wiping his sweat with a towel, Yan He walked straight into the shower. He finished a quick combat shower in three minutes. The long-term military life had left a deep mark on him, and even in his private daily life, he remained quick and agile, never wasting his time.
Wrapped in a towel, he walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, and pulled out clean clothes. While pulling up his pants, he turned and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, pausing for a moment.
Yan He approached the mirror, touched his face, and turned his neck from side to side, examining himself from different angles.
The face in the mirror… is so unfamiliar.
Throughout the day, Yan He had been organizing information in his personal neural interface. He received several calls that day, all from former colleagues in the military. They had heard about his reassignment and called to express their condolences.
In video calls, Yan He remained expressionless, his voice solemn. Those close enough to call and offer condolences were well aware of the severity of his last mission and the reasons for his transfer. They expressed concern and understanding for his state during the calls, ultimately expressing hope that he would soon recover and return to fighting alongside them.
“The capital star circle is a place for retirement; the front lines are where a soldier truly belongs,” they all said.
These calls were manageable for Yan He. What proved to be a bit troublesome was a call later in the evening.
The AI said, “Miss Cynthia requests a call.”
In the Gita Republic, women under forty could be referred to as “Miss,” while those over forty were addressed as “Madam.” The former was a common address for young people, and the latter was a general term of respect without any particular implications. The term “Madam” was used only among the affluent class that still observed the ancient tradition of marriage.
The light screen lit up, displaying a photo of a beautiful woman, with various details below.
Yan He quickly glanced over the information, skipping details like “Last Call Time,” and focused on the contact group – “Women.”
Miss Cynthia was categorized in Yan He’s contacts under the group “Women.”
“Connect.” Yan He instructed the AI.
The communication connected, and Cynthia appeared on the screen. She had brown hair, blue eyes, and a curvaceous figure – an attractive woman with a honey-colored complexion.
“Hey, you’re back safe?” Cynthia greeted with excitement.
Yan He nodded slightly, “As you can see.”
He stared at the woman on the screen, his face still devoid of any expression. He treated her the same way he treated his colleagues.
Cynthia exclaimed, “Oh my!” and laughed, saying, “Come on, don’t be so aloof.”
Her tone was playful, and her expression alluring. It was evident to anyone with discerning eyes that she and Yan He had or at least once had a romantic relationship.
“Actually, when you were away, I was really worried about you,” Cynthia said. “I tried calling you a few times later, but I couldn’t reach you.”
“I was on a mission at the front line, unable to receive private communications from the rear.” Yan He explained calmly.
“Yeah, I knew. I called the military liaison, and they said the same thing,” Cynthia said. “I just wanted to give it a try today, dialed randomly, and unexpectedly got through. You’re back; at least, you could let me know you’re safe.”
There was a hint of reproach in the beautiful woman’s voice, and Yan He carefully chose his words, “I…”
“Okay, okay, I get it,” Cynthia interrupted, shrugging her shoulders. “We’ve already broken up. You’re not obligated to call me. But consider my feelings; you were gone for so long, and I couldn’t reach you. Even if we’ve parted ways, I would still worry.”
Yan He fell silent for a moment and then said, “Thank you.”
His excessively indifferent demeanor left Cynthia a bit helpless.
“Well…actually,” Cynthia tossed her hair back, bit her lip, and said, “After you left, I had two boyfriends.”
Yan He, expressionless, said, “Congratulations.”
“I haven’t finished yet,” Cynthia rolled her eyes and added, “Both of them are already ex-boyfriends.”
Yan He paused and said, “I’m sorry.”
His attitude made it almost impossible to continue the conversation. Rolling her eyes, Cynthia went straight to the point, “Anyway, today I just wanted to see if I could get in touch with you. Since you’re back safely, and I’m single again, what do you think?”
Yan He stared at her.
One second, two seconds, three seconds… after five seconds, Cynthia gave in.
“I mean, how about we resume our relationship?” Cynthia rubbed her forehead. “Of course, provided you don’t go away for such a long time, risking life and death.”
“Sorry,” Yan He said. “But I am a soldier.”
“Well, well, it’s not something you can decide. So, what do you think?” Cynthia looked at the man on the screen with anticipation.
Beautiful women like Cynthia, pursued by many men and having ample romantic options, usually rarely look back. But who would blame her when she encountered a man like Yan He?
With a face full of restrained desires, in reality… it’s unforgettable once experienced.
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