As He Yan spoke, he reached out his hand, attempting to grasp Jiang Miao’s hand, which had been resting on the table.
But he missed—Jiang Miao pulled her hand back.
“What does this have to do with whether or not I forgive you?” she asked, looking at him.
Jiang Miao’s eyes were clear and bright, without hesitation or confusion.
He Yan paused.
“What you did might be quite remarkable.” After hearing so much classified information, Jiang Miao had completely calmed down. Her voice was steady, her thoughts rational and clear: “But what does that have to do with whether or not I forgive you?”
“I’m not denying the significance of what you did, but did you consider the consequences while doing it? Hmm… I know, you obviously did.”
“The consequences are just a few possibilities—first, the main brain goes mad, breaks free, and starts a massacre to retaliate against humanity. With the main brain’s capabilities, it could turn the entire capital planet upside down, killing billions casually, right? And me? I would likely be among those billions, and so would you, and… Rui Rui! We’d all die together, wouldn’t we? This outcome is at least clean, everyone ending it together, no more worries.”
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“And then…” Jiang Miao gritted her teeth with a smile, “One day, they brought me to see someone who looked exactly like my child’s father and told me my child’s father was a fake, an imposter. I didn’t even know what his real face looked like, and I didn’t even know if he was my child’s biological father!”
“I am!” He Yan suddenly grabbed Jiang Miao’s hand with three fingers raised, “Rui Rui is my child! I am his biological father!”
Jiang Miao shook off his hand: “I already know. Yan He and I have done a paternity test.”
She called him “Yan He” directly, which was not in line with social etiquette for addressing someone with a title, indicating she was… quite familiar with him?
He Yan hesitated slightly and asked: “You and him?”
“I was released from house arrest, and Yan He was assigned to closely monitor, no, closely protect me,” Jiang Miao said mockingly, “It’s quite good. My genetically matched man, familiar face, familiar voice, living in the room he should have lived in, sleeping in the bed he should have slept in… We get along quite well. Hmm… his kissing style is a bit different from yours.”
Jiang Miao showed no expression as she calmly looked at He Yan.
She was a woman who followed her heart. Years ago, feeling her boyfriend wasn’t fully committed to her, she even found their lovemaking reluctant. Eventually, she broke up and bought a K-series robot to fulfill her physical needs.
If it weren’t for the bastard in front of her, she wouldn’t have had to force herself to pretend with Yan He. Even kissing him felt utterly intolerable.
She was only relieved that Yan He was just acting, sparing her from suffocation.
A harsh sound of metal bending echoed—He Yan’s hand had pressed into the metal table, creating a hand-shaped dent.
He Yan’s face, already pale due to recent facial surgery, was now bloodless, and his lips were tightly pressed together.
Jiang Miao merely sneered internally.
Just hearing about her kissing another man made him like this?
Did he ever think about how she felt when she realized she didn’t even know the real face of the man who had been so intimately close to her for so long?
Did he consider her panic and despair when she thought she might never see Rui Rui again?
Her lips twitched slightly.
“I know what you did is remarkable, but so what? What does it have to do with me?” she said slowly. “In this world, you can’t have your cake and eat it too. You can’t expect both ends of a sugar cane are as sweet1Gānzhe méiyǒu liǎng tóu tián. In order to get something, you have to sacrifice something else—don’t ask me what sugarcane is, the point is, I know…”
“You have ambitions, beliefs, and a sense of national duty pressing down on you. So you had to make a choice. You chose your country and your duty. By making that choice, you abandoned me.”
“Don’t! Don’t explain!” Seeing He Yan’s lips move slightly, Jiang Miao quickly raised a finger to stop him from speaking, “You knew that liberating the main brain might mean we all die, yet you did it anyway. Can you dare say you didn’t abandon me? Leaving me messages, forcing me to play cat and mouse with the national security agency and use my body to escape and find you, that’s not ‘not giving up,’ that’s called despicable.”
“Since you chose your duty, what right do you have to expect my forgiveness?”
“Honestly, I don’t understand your logic. A choice is a choice, abandonment is abandonment. We each pursue different things and go our separate ways, what’s there to forgive or not forgive? Your greatness and nobility don’t erase what you did to me.”
“You sought righteousness and found it, so stop seeking my forgiveness.”
“You’re too greedy.”
Jiang Miao stood up: “Plan your journey well. It’s best if we don’t get stopped at the border, otherwise, Rui Rui and I might truly never see each other again.”
After speaking, she didn’t look at He Yan’s pale face again and turned to leave the dining room.
There were only the two of them on the spaceship, and Jiang Miao’s footsteps echoed in the hallway.
In her previous life on Earth, there was a female martyr whom Jiang Miao particularly admired. For the sake of her country and her beliefs, she abandoned her husband and children to join the revolution, leaving her name in history books.
Her husband and children never forgave her.
Jiang Miao certainly respected that woman, but she also felt that the husband and children’s lack of forgiveness was entirely justified.
Of course, sacrificing oneself and shedding blood is real, and so is abandoning one’s husband and children.
The greater good is real, and so is the irreparable harm caused.
Having chosen the former, how could one dare to greedily seek forgiveness for the latter?
That martyr woman understood this when she made her choice. It’s laughable that He Yan, a man of the interstellar age, falls short compared to people of the past.
Such greed.
He Yan propped his elbows on the table, his hands buried in his hair, feeling powerless—everything Jiang Miao said was irrefutable.
Her gaze was calm, her logic clear when she spoke. She wasn’t just venting anger; she had thought it through and presented the stark reality after stripping away all illusions.
He recalled the determined look in her eyes, those shining, radiant eyes.
Truly… she was Jiang Miao.
He couldn’t help but laugh, a laugh full of self-mockery.
Jiang Miao returned to her room, organized her belongings, and then asked the AI about the spaceship’s general situation. Seeing there was a gravity training room, she changed clothes and went to exercise.
She didn’t know what situations she would face next. At the border, there might even be bloodshed. She had to be prepared for anything.
He Yan, wisely, didn’t disturb her. After she showered, the AI informed her that lunch was ready. He Yan had full control over the ship and could monitor her every move through the AI.
Jiang Miao didn’t avoid or pretend—why hide? There would be plenty of time to deal with this seemingly heartless man in the future. Jiang Miao was never one to run away from difficulties.
Faced with a challenge, she would first analyze the situation and then find the best solution—that was Jiang Miao’s way of thinking.
With this mindset, after finishing the lunch He Yan had carefully prepared, she asked, “You have weapons here, right? I need weapons.”
She said, “I came on a public flight, so it was inconvenient to bring weapons. I didn’t want any complications, and I figured you’d have some, so I didn’t bring any.”
He Yan said, “I’ll give you some.”
Jiang Miao asked, “Do you have non-lethal weapons?”
He Yan hesitated, and Jiang Miao immediately said, “I need both lethal and non-lethal weapons.”
If possible, He Yan would prefer Jiang Miao’s hands to remain unstained by blood. Ordinary civilians never kill; killers are criminals.
Civilians, untrained in killing, are likely to suffer psychological trauma from it.
But He Yan thought of something else. His mind was always quick, and he immediately saw a chance to spend more time with Jiang Miao: “I can give you both, but you need to undergo training. We don’t know what will happen on the way. If you want to see Rui Rui, you must be prepared.”
Jiang Miao had already mentally prepared herself for matters of national security and military threats. She nodded, “We can start now.”
He Yan felt joy inside.
He and Yan He shared a common trait—they were both very confident in their ability to attract women. But before, He Yan had been wearing Yan He’s face, using Yan He’s voice. Jiang Miao happened to like that face and voice.
His own face and voice were no less attractive than that man’s, yet he couldn’t reveal his true self, which made him both angry and helpless.
After Jiang Miao left after breakfast, he reflected deeply and realized that Jiang Miao was actually quite unfamiliar with his true self.
Of course, she had only seen his real face for a few hours. To her, “Yan He” was the familiar one, and “He Yan” was the stranger. After all, when he was with her, he had borrowed a lot from Yan He to disguise himself. Though he occasionally spoke of his true self, how could Jiang Miao distinguish what belonged to Yan He and what belonged to He Yan?
He realized that begging for her forgiveness right away was indeed a foolish dream.
This matter had to start from the beginning, with gradual, step-by-step progress to make any breakthrough.
He Yan immediately took Jiang Miao to the firearms training room.
The firearm training was conducted in a virtual environment, but the training guns were entirely realistic, including the feel, weight, and recoil.
He Yan glanced at the weapon rack and selected a suitable gun for Jiang Miao, handing it to her.
“Ah, the Z9!” Jiang Miao accepted it happily. “A laser gun suits me.”
The Z9 was a standard military-issue laser pistol, simple in structure and operation, with a lifespan of over twenty thousand shots.
Laser weapons were primarily used on ships and were relatively rare among handheld weapons. This was because if the power of a laser weapon was too high, ordinary metals couldn’t withstand it, and the gun body would melt.
However, using all blue steel alloy like ship weapons would be too costly, unaffordable for any country. Thus, in standard military weaponry, only pistols and light submachine guns were laser guns; the rest, like in ancient Earth times, were ammunition-based firearms. Of course, the technology was far more advanced than ancient Earth’s by a wide margin.
Jiang Miao worked in a military-industrial enterprise, primarily focusing on ship weapons, but she dealt with weapons all day. Being able to identify the Z9 instantly didn’t surprise He Yan.
What surprised him was Jiang Miao’s shooting skills, which were unexpectedly good. It was clear she had been trained and had put in significant effort.
He Yan had previously played shooting games with Jiang Miao in her multifunctional room and knew her shooting skills were not nearly as good back then. For her to have improved so rapidly in just two months, she must have been coached by a professional.
Faced with He Yan’s curiosity, Jiang Miao didn’t hide it.
“Yeah, Yan He trained me,” she said.
“Not you, Major Yan He.”
“The real one.”
Sansukini: I love her pettiness. Anyway, forgiveness is a long way to go.
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Yeah, she’s fucking with him. Can’t say he doesn’t deserve it, but I pity the poor guy XD
He deserves the suffering he’s getting from Jiang Miao now, Maybe I’m a softie, but I think he deserves a second chance, they deserve a second chance.
I love that Jiang Miao didn’t immediately forgave He Yan, not making it as cliche as other stories