IRCDM Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Sister-in-Law, Let’s Get a Divorce

Chapter 2: Sister-in-Law, Let’s Get a Divorce

The car windows were tightly covered, making it impossible to see the outside scenery. Liang Huan had no choice but to close his eyes and rest, conserving his strength.

But no matter how he recalled, whether it was those monsters or these spaceships, they were far beyond his understanding. His knowledge of the future world existed only in those fragmented words. As he grew older, his childhood memories were gradually thrown to the back of his mind. He had to handle government affairs, implement reforms, weigh the pros and cons of officials, eliminate corrupt aristocratic families, recruit soldiers, fight wars, and unify the four kingdoms. The image of the future world that Wang Dian had painted for him many years ago had long become blurred. Simply ensuring that his people were well-fed and clothed had almost exhausted his life’s efforts.

He never dreamed that he would come to the future world.

Although his current situation was unclear, Liang Huan still couldn’t help but feel a little excited. There were monsters and deserts here, but also hot weapons far surpassing those of Northern Liang. If he could bring these things back to Northern Liang—

“Wake up, stop sleeping.” Someone roughly patted his face.

Liang Huan suddenly opened his eyes.

Li Yao was stunned for a moment. Liang Huan’s glance at him was cold and dignified, carrying a strong sense of oppression, almost giving him the illusion that the other party was not easy to deal with.

“I don’t care why you submitted the information at the Population Matching Center, but since the match has been successful, don’t play those little tricks anymore.” Li Yao grabbed the back of his collar, lifting him out of the car like a rabbit. “Get out of the car.”

Liang Huan was pushed forward, staggering a step, and then drowned in the overwhelming noise.

In front of him was a very tall building, estimated to be thirty to forty zhang high. The outside was painted a deathly gray-black, and the small windows looked narrow and compact. Next to this building were equally towering floors, and the sky in between was crisscrossed with colorful pipes and roads. All kinds of “cars” shuttled between them, and “birdmen” flying in the air were waving their arms, directing traffic.

In front of this building was a wide street with a ghastly white light. Several half-person-high iron balls rolled on the road, picking up garbage. Many people on the street were dressed scantily, with hair of various colors, walking forward noisily. When they saw them standing at the entrance, they immediately hid far away, as if mice had seen a cat.

“Hurry, it’s mercenaries!”

“Don’t mercenaries usually take the specialaisle? How could they be entering through the bottom level? Damn it, what bad luck, don’t let him see me…”

“Shut up, don’t you want to live?”

Hearing this, Liang Huan turned his head to look at those strange people. Li Yao grabbed his neck and turned him back around: “Say less when you get inside, understand?”

Liang Huan nodded, quite practically.

Li Yao was satisfied now, putting his arm around his shoulders and leading him into the door.

Liang Huan rarely got so close to people. He was about the same height as Li Yao and could smell the gunpowder on his body. Awkwardly, he tilted his head to the side, but the next second Li Yao pressed his head back.

“Behave yourself.” Li Yao’s voice carried a threat.

Liang Huan frowned. As he passed the corridor, he saw a dusty mirror with the words “Mercenary Base Residential Building” written on it. Then he saw himself in it.

It was still his own face, but it looked a little shorter and much younger, at most in his early twenties. He looked very thin, with dark circles under his eyes and a listless expression, without any energy. He wouldn’t look this miserable even if he approved memorials for three days and three nights.

He felt his own pulse, and sure enough, it was weak and erratic, with no inner strength at all. No wonder he would be suppressed by this rebellious villain.

“Li Yao, you’re back.” A voice blocked their way. The owner of the voice was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, wearing glasses, with a hunched back. He sat behind the window, his hawk-like eyes staring straight at Liang Huan. “Outside personnel are not allowed to enter the building.”

“Uncle Yang.” Li Yao smiled ambiguously, putting his wrist against the screen in front of the window and scanning it. “My wife, just got our marriage certificate.”

Sure enough, it showed a photo of the two of them, as well as the bright red seal of the Population Matching Center, and the conspicuous “S-Grade Mental Power” under Liang Huan’s name.

Uncle Yang narrowed his eyes and pushed up his glasses: “You’re lucky, kid.”

Li Yao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to him: “Share the joy.”

Uncle Yang grabbed the cigarette, took a deep, intoxicated sniff in front of his nose, and said with a chuckle: “The poor devil is really generous. Alright, hurry up and register him. In the future, let him enter from the middle level.”

Li Yao pressed Liang Huan in front of the small screen. Liang Huan only felt a burst of blinding light flash, and then he heard a strange female voice say: “Pupils Registered, Chip Registered. Welcome Mr. Liang Huan to Mercenary Base Residential Building 7104. We wish you a pleasant stay.”

“Thanks, Uncle Yang.” Li Yao grabbed Liang Huan’s hand and waved it at him.

“Go, go, go.” Uncle Yang happily closed the window with the cigarettes.

Liang Huan frowned, being led by him into a small, square box. Before he could stand still, the feeling of weightlessness came again, and he subconsciously grabbed Li Yao’s belt.

“Where are you grabbing?” Li Yao slapped his hand away.

“…What is this thing?” Liang Huan frowned, looking at the dark iron box.

“Elevator.” Li Yao chuckled with an unclear meaning. “Stop pretending. You’re a native of the Eastern District, don’t you know what an elevator is?”

Liang Huan glanced at him, and the next second his shoulder was grabbed again. He was about to push the other party away when he heard Li Yao lower his voice and say: “This isn’t the rich district you’re used to. With your delicate skin and tender face, these people in the building would kill you without batting an eye. If you want to live, honestly listen to me. Do whatever I tell you to do. Once things are done, you take the money and leave. I guarantee you won’t lose a single hair. Got it?”

Liang Huan heard the threat, but keenly caught the key information inside: “What do you want Zhen to do?”

Li Yao was speechless for a moment: “Are you addicted to this role-playing?”

“Role-playing?” Liang Huan frowned.

“Eh, something like that.” Li Yao patted his head. “Did zombies eat your brain or something?”

“Zhen — I don’t remember.” Liang Huan stared at him, calling out his name in a deep voice, “Li Yao.”

Li Yao met his gaze unprepared, and then his brain went numb from being called that. He cursed under his breath: “Be careful or I’ll beat you.”

The hallway was dimly lit with a ghastly white light, and the boots echoed on the floor. Li Yao put his arm around him and left the elevator. There were ten rooms on each floor, all standard one-bedroom apartments. Two or three doors were tightly closed, and the rest were wide open. Liang Huan glanced inside. In one room, seven or eight “mercenaries” were sitting at a table playing cards, with messy shoes on the floor. In the next room, someone was bandaging a wound, with a bloody human head next to it. In another room, two men were hugging and kissing…

“Yo, first time seeing Brother Yao bring someone back.” A mercenary with a toothbrush in his mouth poked his head out from inside the door. After seeing Liang Huan’s appearance, his eyes lit up. “Baby, do you accept Dawn Coins or Condensed Coins?”

“Coins your big head!” Li Yao laughed and cursed, letting go of Liang Huan’s shoulders.

“Hey, Brother Yao, I’m just — ah!” Before this person could finish speaking, Li Yao suddenly changed his face, punching him in the temple.

Before he could react, Li Yao grabbed his shoulder and slammed a knee into his stomach. Li Yao grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the wall, blood splattering instantly.

He weakly collapsed in the corridor, looking at Li Yao in horror: “Brother Yao, I, I was wrong, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“This is your sister-in-law, got our marriage certificate.” Li Yao patted his head, casually wiping the blood on his clothes. He got up, put his arm around Liang Huan again, and met the probing gazes. “If anyone dares to have any funny ideas, don’t blame your brother for not showing any mercy.”

The entire corridor was silent.

Li Yao sighed and took two packs of cigarettes from the storage box by the door, throwing them at the bloody person: “Consider it an invitation to our wedding.”

A cheer erupted in the corridor, and a group of people swarmed over, instantly dividing up the two packs of cigarettes, calling out “Hello, sister-in-law” to Liang Huan.

Li Yao put his arm around Liang Huan and entered the room, slamming the door shut, completely isolating the noise outside.

He locked the door, kicked off his blood-stained boots, and said to Liang Huan, “Sit anywhere, don’t go out. I’m going to take a shower first.”

Then he went into the bathroom next door.

Liang Huan looked around the small space. It was very simple. The place Li Yao just entered must be the shower. Right next to it was the kitchen with a pot, and judging by the layer of dust on it, it probably hadn’t been used for a long time. Further inside was only a single bed, a small cloth seat, a small table, and a wardrobe by the window. The wardrobe was wide open, filled with identical clothes, with two pairs of boots below. There was nothing else.

This rebellious villain was very poor, and it seemed like he wasn’t doing anything good.

He looked around. The bedding on the bed was messy, and there were a few blood-stained jackets thrown on the seat. There was no place to sit.

Li Yao came out after showering, seeing that he was still standing in place, and raised his chin at him: “Sit.”

Liang Huan frowned.

“Troublesome.” Li Yao randomly wiped his still-dripping hair with a towel, grabbed the jacket from the sofa and threw it into the wardrobe. “Sit here.”

Liang Huan didn’t move, staring at Li Yao’s naked upper body. On his lower back was tattooed a black dragon, its tail wrapped around his waist, its body lying on his back, and its head resting on his shoulder, full of fierce energy.

He stared at it for a while and asked, “Does ‘getting a certificate’ mean getting married?”

Li Yao sat on the bed, took out a treatment device from the bedside, and laughed when he heard this: “Your Majesty, are you still immersed in being the emperor?”

Liang Huan looked at him sternly: “Just say yes or no.”

“Yes.” Li Yao pressed the treatment device on his foot, where the tendon had been severed, suppressing his anger. “Today we got our marriage certificate and officially became a legal spousal unit. You really gave me a great wedding gift. Should I thank you!”

Liang Huan asked, puzzled, “Why would Zhen marry you?”

Although he didn’t object to men formingDeed, he didn’t really advocate it. Moreover, because of some hidden illnesses, he wasn’t keen on matters between men and women. He didn’t establish a harem before his death, and even choosing a crown prince was imitating the late emperor, selecting the best from the collateral branches. He didn’t like either men or women; he’d rather approve memorials.

Even if he were blind, he wouldn’t take a man like Li Yao as a concubine, let alone make him an empress.

“You really don’t remember?” Li Yao lifted his eyelids and looked at him.

“No.” Liang Huan stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him. “In any case, Zhen has no interest in you. Let’s get a divorce.”

Li Yao stared at him in silence for two seconds, and then burst out with a shocking laugh.