After forming a covenant with the interstellar bosses

After dinner, Song Yu took Wu Lingjiu to the room specially prepared for him. It was a room downstairs from the master bedroom. The originally spacious bedroom of dozens of square meters was now divided into functional areas. The bedroom was less than four square meters and could barely fit a single bed and a bedside table.

Even so, the single bed was chosen to be supported by four pillars. Song Yu also added a top on the four pillars to make a bed curtain similar to a bunk bed.

The already large bathroom was made even bigger by Song Yu, who simply separated it into a single room and placed a small swimming pool. This way, Wu Lingjiu could freely choose whether to sleep on the bed or rest in the water.

"It's great, I like it here." Wu Lingjiu lay on the single bed that was wrapped on three sides. He found that there were metal rings on the four bedposts that could be used to pass chains. He turned to Song Yu and asked, "Do you still want to lock it?"

Song Yu heard the subtle difference in his tone, "You don't want to be locked up by me?"

Wu Lingjiu shook his head, "Not really, it's just that I'm not that scared now. I can fall asleep with or without being tied up."

"It's up to you to decide," Song Yu said with a smile, "Sister just wants you to feel more at ease. Just find the method you like best."

Wu Lingjiu nodded, but did not ask Song Yu to tie him up.

Maybe it was because of the level increase, but Song Yu suddenly felt that there was no need to force Wu Lingjiu to do things he didn't like. Since tying him in a cage made him feel the most at ease, then let's do it.

The same applies to Jiang Yan, Tang Zhishu, or any of her matches. They all have their own pasts. There is no need to force too much. As long as everyone is happy, that's enough.

Now she and the family they have formed can protect every family member to live the way they like.

At night, when Song Yu was about to go to bed, there was a knock on the door.

The person who came in was Han Zhuo, holding a cup of hot drink. The mechanical servant behind him was holding a massage foot basin. The hot water and some unidentifiable medicine in it were still emitting a faint medicinal fragrance.

Han Zhuo gave the hot drink to Song Yu. "I only added a little sugar to the water made with weiya. It may not taste as good as usual, but it's good for your health."

The mechanical servant put down the foot basin, and Han Zhuo half-knelt in front of the bed, motioning Song Yu to stretch out his feet.

"You don't have to do these." Song Yu wanted to pull Han Zhuo up. Not to mention that there was a bathtub in her bedroom, so she could take a bath anytime she wanted. Even if she really wanted to soak her feet alone, there was no need for Han Zhuo to come in person.

Now, it is not just the First and Fourth Military Regions that are cautiously extending olive branches to Han Zhuo. After all, he is at the SSS level and has a stable appeaser, so it is not a problem for him to work for more than two hundred years. An SSS-level man in his forties can definitely be called a young man.

"Those are just external possessions, not worth much. Besides, without the Patriarch, I would have died long ago." Han Zhuo stubbornly pressed Song Yu's feet into the foot basin and gently massaged her. "Although you are already SSS-level and your body is already very strong, you are a woman after all. You are not as rough as men with animal bodies. You still need to be more careful."

Song Yu still had scars from the battle on her legs. On the battlefield, medical resources were too scarce to allow her to recover to the point where even the scars were invisible.

Han Zhuo gently stroked the scar.

"Han Zhuo," Song Yu gently stroked Han Zhuo's shoulder. If you look closely at his facial features, they aren't particularly delicate, but when put together, they're very charming. Perhaps because of his true form, it's easy for people to fantasize about him. "It's always been you who's taking care of me and helping me. In fact, I haven't done anything for you. I have to tell you, since I was promoted to SS rank, it hasn't been so difficult for me to comfort you."

"You've done a lot." Han Zhuo said.

"If you want to go further, I mean if," she lowered her hand a little, "I have no objection."

All along, Han Zhuo did everything a matchmaker should do, but they never reached the final step. Song Yu was not sure whether Han Zhuo didn't want to or was still brooding over the fact that he had formed a contract for the second time, so he simply sent out a signal first.

Han Zhuo is different from reckless young people like Wu Lingjiu and Ouyang Jin. There is no need to go to great lengths to explain things to him. It is enough to just explain things clearly.

"Master." Han Zhuo suddenly took a step back, leaving Song Yu's hand hanging in the air. He frantically tried to hold Song Yu's hand with his own, but soon discovered that his hands were covered in potion, and he froze in place for a moment.

"What's wrong?" Song Yu noticed Han Zhuo's obvious rejection and retracted her hand. "If you don't want to, then forget it. Maintaining the current relationship is fine."

Of course, Song Yu didn't force it. She just felt that Han Zhuo had done everything a matchmaker should do, and there was no need for her to be hypocritical and refuse to accept Han Zhuo, making him always an outlier among the matches.

But if he doesn't want to...

"Master, I think we should keep the relationship like this. I will do everything a matchmaker should do, and try my best to do it well, but, I won't go any further, okay?" Han Zhuo was a little flustered.

"Why?" Song Yu asked. She knew she shouldn't press the issue, but she also knew Han Zhuo would never tell her unless she asked. "If it's because of the second contract, you don't have to worry about it. It happened so long ago. I'm not petty enough to care about it."

"No, I..." Han Zhuo shook his head. He knew what he had to say today. "My previous master often asked me to 'accept her favor'. You know, it wasn't equal. She had some strange habits, which wasn't a good thing."

Song Yu understood. Han Zhuo had joined the military district at a very young age. He had never been afraid of the training and combat there, but his previous family head had left him with an indelible shadow for more than ten years. Combined with his ability to charm, he must have gone too far.

His charm can indeed arouse people's greater interest, but if he doesn't have a certain level of concentration, coupled with some strange habits...

He was still young at that time and did not have the calmness and composure he has now. All he felt when facing the head of the family was pain. The head of the family's matches often united to exclude him because of his high level and the long time he occupied the head of the family. How could those be good memories?

"Han Zhuo," Song Yu pulled Han Zhuo up and motioned him to sit next to him. "I won't force you, but I won't deliberately isolate you either. Do you understand?"

When Han Zhuo sat down, he realized that he had knelt down without knowing when. He did not do it on purpose, but he did not seem to pay much attention to whether he was squatting or kneeling.

In fact, he had been punished to kneel in the corridor just before entering his home. At that time, he was only 25 years old and only B-level, no different from other matches. He remembered the insults those people barely concealed, and he felt extremely ashamed. Even digging his nails into his flesh could not relieve the trembling in his body.

The young Han Zhuo was also full of vigor and vitality. The kneeling punishment he received did not leave him with reflection, but humiliation and hatred.

What if it were now? Song Yu probably wouldn't lead the charge in humiliating him, would she? Han Zhuo smiled inwardly. Song Yu wouldn't ask any of her matches to kneel in front of everyone. Except when she was under the influence of 001 and couldn't control herself, she wasn't someone who would base her happiness on the suffering of others.

"I understand, Patriarch." Han Zhuo lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "It's my problem. Although I have studied some psychology, I can't cure my own mental illness."

"Everyone has a past that they don't want to face. It's not your fault. Our family seems to be missing a sunny, cheerful and pure person," Song Yu said, as if with some regret. "If you ever want to take things further, you can tell me. Han Zhuo, you are my match now. You have the same status, but each of you is different. You don't have to think too much. Even if we can't be closer in this life, you have taken better care of me, and I am still grateful to you."

Han Zhuo's eyes shifted, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. "It's my luck to meet you."

Song Yu tilted his head and smiled, "What a coincidence, I think so too."

The mechanical servant took away the foot basin and cup, and Han Zhuo returned to his room.

Song Yu sighed. She wanted to check the Internet to see if she could find out something about Han Zhuo's past, but she was too tired. She fell asleep as soon as she turned on the communicator.