Interstellar travel, a beloved companion, a magnificent and turbulent otherworld.

One month later

Mo Li made thorough preparations, storing all her belongings from her temporary residence into her spatial storage, and having the nanny robot Mary carefully review everything she had left in the house.

Just as I was sitting in the hovercar with Mary, I used my personal terminal to send the exact same message to those four scoundrels: "I have moved out of the villa. From now on, I will earn money to support myself. We are worlds apart. May we all be well and not disturb each other."

At the same time, Mo Junlin, Dongfang Yu, Ye Zixuan, and Guan Yunzhou, who were in different regions, environments, and spaces, received the message she sent.

The four were surprised. In fact, they had barely exchanged any messages on their personal terminals in the four months since their marriage to Mo Li. It seemed that neither of them had ever thought of this. They never expected that the person who had not paid attention to them for a month would take the initiative to contact them today.

When they saw the message, they were all stunned, confused and wondering why it was happening so suddenly. They checked again to make sure they had seen it, and then felt as if they had been slapped hard across the face several times.

Every word seemed so jarring, especially the phrase "earn money to support yourself." For married men in the interstellar world, supporting their wives was a necessary duty in their marriage, and for their wives to utter those five words was a great humiliation for them.

At that moment, the four of them were suddenly struck by a thunderbolt, their minds becoming clear. Recalling the four months since their marriage, as their goddess became more and more radiant, they had pursued her while acting as her most loyal protectors, and had spent a great deal of energy and time trying to have more contact with her.

For a time, too many things were overlooked. The AI's assignment of a wife was too sudden, and they had not yet adapted or accepted it well. In addition, Mo Li did not interfere with or restrict them at all, so they were still subconsciously continuing their pre-marital life. They had no awareness or concept of transferring living expenses to her, giving her gifts, or doing things for her.

Almost instinctively, they sent each other the exact same message: "Didn't you earn any living expenses for Mo Li?"

The reply was exactly the same: "No."

For some reason, the burning sensation from being slapped in the face had lessened a little. Fortunately, I wasn't the only one doing this.

"drop."

"drop."

"drop."

"drop."

With four notification sounds, Mo Li's personal computer received four large transfers almost simultaneously, showing a total transfer amount of 10 billion star coins.

Mo Li sneered, "Heh." Without hesitation, she clicked "reject." Not only was the amount the same, but even the note was exactly the same: "Living expenses."

Her reason for refusing was equally concise: "No need."

The four people who refused to transfer the money called her via video call. Mo Li had just gotten off the hovercar and was walking with Mary toward her new home, which was one of the dowry left to her by her birth mother. It was a two-story villa with a floor area of ​​500 square meters in the second district, far away from the core residential area of ​​the capital.

This villa is maintained year-round by a housekeeping robot. When she comes, she doesn't need to worry about anything else; she can simply move in with her bags.

The fact that the original owner's birth mother was able to leave behind a small villa in District 2 indicates that she had a certain amount of wealth. The capital city of the empire is divided into the core area and the other eight districts. The further out you go, the worse the living environment becomes, the more violent factors are contained in the air, the lower the income, and the worse the standard of living.

Not all areas of the capital city are suitable for human habitation. Currently, human habitation covers only 30% of the planet's total area. The violent atmosphere in these areas causes the air to become denser on the outskirts of uninhabited areas.

Mo Li had already learned about this information on her personal computer. The reason she chose to come to District 2 was because she felt it was the most suitable place for her at the moment, and there happened to be a small villa there that belonged to her.

Upon entering the villa, she instructed the nanny robot Mary and the housekeeping robot Kyle not to disturb her, then went straight upstairs to her private bedroom.

Standing at the doorway, she looked around the room. The thought that this would be her home from now on filled her with a strong sense of technology. The cold and hard style didn't suit her. She had many private collections in her space, and she began to take them out one by one to decorate the bedroom.

half an hour later

After Mo Li's hard work, the bedroom has undergone a complete transformation, becoming exceptionally comfortable and cozy, filled with a relaxed vibe—exactly what she needed.

She has always been very particular about her bedroom, as it is her place of rest and must meet her own preferences.

She looked around again, nodded in satisfaction, patted non-existent dust off her hands, turned and went into the bathroom. When she came out again, she had finished washing up and changed into a very comfortable set of loungewear.

Suddenly------

The computer sent another video call request. She glanced at the name displayed on it and frowned impatiently. This was the third time that Mo Gou had called. He was really annoying. She never knew that he, who looked cold and always had an icy face, and seemed to be able to emanate cold air from his body, could be so troublesome!

Once the video call connected, his projection appeared on the virtual screen. He wore a high-tech silver-black combat suit, which made his figure appear even taller. His straight back, broad chest, slender waist, and long, shapely legs all demonstrated his superior physical attributes, not to mention his strikingly handsome face.

"What exactly is the point of all these video calls? I think I've made my message very clear: I'm an adult and fully capable of taking responsibility for my words and actions."

There are still two months until the wedding season ends. During this time, we both know what's going on. I've already saved you face, so let's not make things too ugly. Although it wasn't a good time to get together, it's also impossible to part amicably. A cold and indifferent approach is the best solution.

"I'm sorry, I did overlook something before. I promise it won't happen again. I will fulfill all the responsibilities and obligations I should have in the marriage. You don't need to refuse the living expenses; it's what I should pay."

His casual words sounded ridiculous to her; the word "oversight" completely masked his bad character and absolved him of any responsibility for the marriage.

Mo Li suddenly realized that she might be too good-natured. Why was she making herself feel so stifled? These scumbags weren't even human anymore, so what did she think they were?

"Ha, oversight, how easy and perfunctory those two words are. You know very well why. For the past four months, I have been fulfilling my obligations without compensation in this marriage arranged by the AI. Nobody does charity, and I am not a fool who gives without expecting anything in return."

You're willing to be simps, but I don't have that quality. Since you've given your money and heart to your white moonlight, why put on this high-sounding act? How ridiculous!

You casually bought a necklace for Beigong Xue'er for 30 billion, and in three months you can spend 60 billion star coins on him. If you transfer 10 billion to me, doesn't it hurt a lot? Don't you think you're very generous and a dutiful husband during the marriage? Don't you think it's ridiculous?