"Those assassins sealed the shop door, took my son to the second floor, tied him up with ropes, and threw him in the corner. My son had a small knife in his sleeve, which he said was for fighting thugs. He secretly used it to cut the ropes, then fumbled in his pocket for two red needles and pricked the two girls, cutting their ropes free," Cen Yemeng said. "While the assassins were on the phone, my son jumped up, counterattacked, and stabbed them fiercely with the knife."
"The assassins had guns," Jiang Ye said.
"Yes, it was a chaotic melee. My son described the feeling of being shot as being hit by a red-hot iron bar," Cen Yemeng said. "My son was seriously injured and too emotionally agitated to remember the specific details of the fight. All he remembered was feeling like his whole body was on fire, fighting desperately. His small knife broke, so he grabbed an assassin's knife and continued stabbing."
Jiang Ye nodded and squeezed shampoo onto his head, rubbing it vigorously.
He had similar life-or-death combat experiences and could completely imagine the feeling.
There was no fear, no pain. The physical body seemed to disappear, and the entire person transformed into a killing machine. Reason gave way to primal instinct, and even specific memories were lost.
"Is your son's emotional state normal now? Does he have significant psychological trauma?" Jiang Ye asked.
"It's hard to tell for sure yet. He says he's fine, just a little scared when he recalls it," Cen Yemeng said. "My son is very strong, a real man, with courage like yours."
"Speaking of which... your son can't attend school here anymore. What are your plans for him?" Cen Yemeng tilted his head.
"I'll let him rest for a while and travel around the major cities on Jiang Ye Star. He's lived a hard life on Leng An Star for so long; it's time to let him experience a comfortable life again," Jiang Ye said. "Of course, it's not just for him to play around; there's an accompanying mission."
"What mission?" Cen Yemeng asked, surprised.
"Observe society," Jiang Ye said. "I haven't personally inspected the grassroots of Jiang Ye Star for a long time. Since Jiang Senlin has a new appearance, I'll give him a false identity and let him conduct a secret inspection for me. He'll report to me on how the cities are developing and any untold stories from the common people."
"Won't that be dangerous?" Cen Yemeng's tone was worried.
"I'll assign him bodyguards," Jiang Ye chuckled. "If something happens to him on his father's territory, I might as well quit and go plant radishes on the mountain."
"You keep saying you'll go plant radishes on the mountain lately," Cen Yemeng said, confused. "Is there a story behind that?"
"There's a military officer on Jiang Ye Star, twenty-eight years old. He previously fought on your exile star, and after that, he was transferred to fight on Meteorite Star. He almost died several times," Jiang Ye sighed. "After returning to his original post, this officer gradually developed psychological problems. The hospital couldn't treat him because his issues weren't severe. So, the officer submitted his retirement application, built a small house on a suburban mountain, and lives alone, planning to live like this for the rest of his life, planting radishes every day."
"Is this situation common?" Cen Yemeng asked.
"Not very common, but it's indeed an oversight. I've already signed an order to hire a group of psychologists for the military," Jiang Ye said, draining the soapy water from the bathtub and refilling it. "We're getting off track. I've only told you my plans for our son. Do you have any plans for him?"
"The same as yours," Cen Yemeng said. "Let our son go to the exile star for a while. But what about after that?"
"After that..." Jiang Ye thought for a moment. "After that, I'll send him to the military for a period. He can help out on Yun Yan Star, or train in basic formations and weapon usage in a grassroots unit, experiencing military life. Regardless, it's good for boys to undergo training in the military."
"Won't he go back to school?" Cen Yemeng asked.
"Of course, he'll go to school," Jiang Ye said. "Both of us and our son are people who can live forever. We not only have to go to school but also attend school every few years. If Jiang Senlin adapts well to the military, I'll send him to military academy for further studies, perhaps two or three years of local training, and then to an extraterrestrial military academy."
"Will you ask for your son's opinion too?" Cen Yemeng said.
"Of course, I will. I'll communicate with him later, but given his current personality, he should agree," Jiang Ye said.
"Alright, then husband, you take your bath. I'm going to bed to get some rest. Come to bed after you're done," Cen Yemeng said, getting up.
"No, I still have something to do," Jiang Ye said.
"Is it urgent?"
"Meet your son's two Caucasian friends," Jiang Ye said. "Give them some rewards. After all, they shielded my son from bullets in a critical moment."
"Now that you mention it, I just remembered. I forgot to tell you," Cen Yemeng said. "My son and I have agreed that he cannot have a deep relationship with those two girls."
"A deep relationship?" Jiang Ye chuckled. "I'm afraid he already has."
"I mean, they cannot be public couples, cannot marry, and cannot have children," Cen Yemeng said. "I don't want mixed-race grandchildren. After a few generations, genetic problems are likely to arise. If I were a traditional grandmother, I wouldn't care after closing my eyes for the last time. But I'm immortal, and I don't want to see problems in my descendants."
"What was your son's reaction?" Jiang Ye asked.
"He said he wouldn't, that they are just friends, and he has no intention of marrying or having children with them," Cen Yemeng said. "Judging by his expression and tone, he's probably not lying to me."
"Troublesome. Rich second-generation heirs at his age are the most prone to problems," Jiang Ye sighed. "I need to keep a close eye on him."
"Then I'm going to sleep, husband. Come to bed after you're done. Don't feel like you're disturbing me if you sleep on the sofa bed. I don't have morning temper. After you're done, you must come to the big bed and sleep holding me," Cen Yemeng said. "Do you remember?"
"I remember."
Jiang Ye quietly took his bath, then got out and dried himself. He walked to the coat rack, hesitated for a moment, and then put on a formal suit.
Emerging from the bathroom, Jiang Ye passed the bedroom. Cen Yemeng was already asleep, curled up in a small ball under the covers, breathing evenly. Jiang Ye quietly left the cabin and headed for the conference room.
He encountered an officer in the corridor who saluted him. "The people have been brought to the conference room. They've been waiting for about five minutes."
"Okay, you go ahead and attend to your duties," Jiang Ye nodded.
Arriving at the conference room door, he knocked twice and pushed it open.
The two girls immediately stood up, their faces filled with nervousness and apprehension. "Hello, Uncle Jiang!"
"Hello, please sit down, please sit down. Are you tired from being called here so late?" Jiang Ye smiled and sat on the sofa opposite them.
"Not tired, not tired!" the two girls said in unison, sitting on the sofa with their hands on their knees, like well-behaved kindergarten children.
"Jiang Senlin should have told you that I will give you some reward money to thank you for helping my son," Jiang Ye said. "Have you thought about it? You can have cash, or other assets. You can name what you want, and I can consider it."