Luo Chen had been exhausted from days of travel and then cooked a full meal—his fatigue was visible to the naked eye.
Mu Chenxing pushed him to go wash up, helped tidy the bed, and even packed away his luggage. Before starting, he asked Luo Chen through the bathroom door.
The sound of running water stopped, but Luo Chen didn’t answer.
Mu Chenxing said, “If it’s inconvenient, forget it.”
“No,” came Luo Chen’s slightly muffled voice through the door. “Not much stuff. You rest.”
“It’s fine. I’ve got nothing else to do. This way, you can rest sooner once it’s done.”
“…Alright, thanks.”
For a father and son, they were being overly polite. Mu Chenxing secretly tsked and began sorting through Luo Chen’s pathetically sparse luggage.
Moving from one planet to another, with no plans to return, Luo Chen had brought only a large suitcase and a big backpack—nothing else.
As his son, Mu Chenxing couldn’t help but wonder what this dad, who had traveled across vast distances to relocate, had packed.
Under the guise of tidying, he started rummaging:
In the backpack: a hat, scarf, personal documents, a small pack of cleaning supplies.
And a set of toiletries—though Mu Chenxing had bought new ones, Luo Chen had taken the old set into the bathroom, including his worn pajamas.
In the suitcase: four short-sleeved shirts, five pairs of pants (two thick, three thin), two light jackets, one thick sweater, one heavy coat, a base layer outfit, then socks, underwear, shoes, and so on. At the very bottom, a stack of neatly packaged certificates and documents.
The clothes were all clean. The heavy coat was a bit worn, the sweater a little stiff, but otherwise fine—just far too few.
Mu Chenxing had school uniforms, so he didn’t think much about clothes, but for a working adult like Luo Chen, this was woefully inadequate.
Tucked in the corners of the suitcase were some odds and ends: a cartoon badge clipped to the inner lining, a few small cloth bags, and an old stuffed animal toy—clearly more sentimental than practical. Either from Luo Chen’s childhood or the original body’s.
Beyond that, everything else was medicine.
Mu Chenxing scanned them with his Holo-Screen: painkillers, various hormones, immune boosters, vitamins…
Inside the medicine pouch was a memo listing the drugs to take each day at specific times.
Mu Chenxing fell silent for a moment, then sat cross-legged on the floor and started shopping.
When Luo Chen came in towel-drying his hair, he saw Mu Chenxing sitting on the floor messing with his phone and glanced at the suitcase. He smiled. “All packed? I told you I didn’t have much.”
Mu Chenxing hummed in acknowledgment, closed the Holo-Screen, and asked, “What do you want for breakfast tomorrow? I’ll grab it on my run.”
Luo Chen paused mid-towel. “Why run?”
“It’s good for you. Want to join?”
Luo Chen actually considered it, then shook his head after a moment. “Nah. You guys run for an hour—I couldn’t keep up.”
Mu Chenxing nodded, got up. “Then I’m off to shower. You get some rest.”
“Mm.”
When Mu Chenxing emerged from the shower, Luo Chen was still in the living room, Holo-Screen open, but his face turned toward the bathroom. He immediately looked away when Mu Chenxing appeared.
Mu Chenxing pretended not to notice. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”
Luo Chen cleared his throat lightly, closed the Holo-Screen. “I usually read a bit before bed. Heading to sleep now.” He took a couple steps toward his room, hesitated, and asked, “You’ll… come straight back after your run tomorrow morning, right?”
Mu Chenxing: “Not necessarily.”
Luo Chen: “!”
Mu Chenxing: “Might train with Pei Yao a bit. Back by 9:30 for sure—bringing breakfast that late okay? If it’s too late, I can order delivery first.”
Luo Chen let out a breath. “No need to bring me anything. I can make my own.”
Mu Chenxing: “Got it. I’ll let you know tomorrow based on how it goes.”
Luo Chen smiled. “Mm.”
Mu Chenxing toweled his hair. “Then I’m off to bed.”
“…Dry your hair first!”
Mu Chenxing: “Oh.”
He turned back to the bathroom, gave the hairdryer a quick once-over, put it away. “Done. Bedtime.”
Luo Chen looked like he wanted to say something but held back.
Mu Chenxing sighed helplessly, walked over. “It’s dry. See for yourself.”
Luo Chen stared for a few seconds, then hesitantly reached out to touch his hair.
They were only half a head apart in height, so the gesture wasn’t awkward, but Luo Chen moved slowly, fingers gingerly trailing through the strands.
Mu Chenxing laughed. “Dry enough?”
Luo Chen asked cautiously, “Not fully. Blow it a bit more?”
Mu Chenxing: “No need. I’ve got lesson plans to review—won’t sleep till after 11. It’ll dry by then.”
He just didn’t want to brush off Luo Chen’s concern.
Luo Chen: “Oh.”
He slowly lowered his hand, those familiar eyes fixed on him.
Mu Chenxing thought for a second, stepped forward, and hugged him. “You’ve been tired for days. Rest early tonight.”
He pulled back, voice warm. “We’ve got plenty of time. No rush.”
Luo Chen blinked rapidly twice, lowered his gaze, murmured, “Alright.”
Mu Chenxing said goodnight again. Seeing Luo Chen still rooted in place, he sighed inwardly and headed to his own room.
After closing the door, he stood there a moment until he heard the next room’s door open and shut.
He sighed softly, sat on the bed, and resumed reviewing lesson plans.
…
At 7:30, Mu Chenxing got up, freshened up, and as he stepped out of the bathroom, he spotted Luo Chen on the balcony collecting things.
Mu Chenxing was surprised. “Dad, you’re up early?”
“Mm.” Luo Chen pulled the suitcase inside, shut the balcony door, unsealed it, and took out a light beige heavy coat. “Didn’t you say you’re running? Bought you a few clothes—this coat’s supposed to be really warm. Wear it for your run.”
Mu Chenxing lit up. “Whoa, for me?”
He stuck out his arms. “Lemme try it.”
Luo Chen froze for a second, excitement barely contained, and gently, swiftly helped him into the coat.
Perfect fit, light and slim—not bulky at all.
Mu Chenxing nodded approvingly. “No need to take it off. I’ll wear it running.”
Luo Chen: “Hey—”
After a night’s rest, bathed in morning sun, Luo Chen’s complexion looked much better than yesterday.
Still, he moved stiffly, cautiously.
Mu Chenxing checked the time. “Pei Yao’s probably on his way. Heading out—I’ll order you breakfast later. Don’t bother cooking.”
“Don’t waste money—”
“You just got to Central Star. Gotta try the local breakfast specialties.” Mu Chenxing zipped up and headed for the door.
Luo Chen followed behind.
Mu Chenxing opened the front door, held it ajar, and turned back with a smile. “Dad, one thing I wanted to say last night.”
Luo Chen puzzled: “What?”
“You’ve been too gentle these past couple days. It’s kinda scary.”
Luo Chen froze.
Mu Chenxing grinned cheekily, leaving the door cracked just a sliver, and called through, “Dad, I actually prefer the old you—cold, ruthless, scolding me. All fierce and handsome!”
Luo Chen: “…”
Mu Chenxing burst out laughing, shut the door, and bolted off.
Still smiling, he reached the first floor and video-called Pei Yao.
Three minutes later, they met at the neighborhood entrance, mapped a route, and started jogging side by side.
Pei Yao casually asked about last night.
Mu Chenxing summed it up quickly, including Luo Chen’s dinner invite.
Pei Yao didn’t seem surprised, nodded approvingly. “Good. No more sneaking around.”
Mu Chenxing: “That’s small stuff.”
“Then what’s big stuff?”
“…Nothing, really. Seriously though—what breakfast we grabbing?”
“How about trying…”
…
They jogged, ate breakfast, looped a long route, and got home near ten.
Luo Chen was unpacking the suitcase. He nodded at Pei Yao trailing behind, then turned to Mu Chenxing. “Why’d you buy so much?”
Mu Chenxing: “Stuff arrived?”
He shrugged off the coat. “Just a few outfits. Housewarming and new job celebration.”
Luo Chen frowned. “You’ve only got pocket change—can’t spend like that.” He pointed at the neatly stacked clothes on the sofa. “I’ve got clothes. Return them.”
Mu Chenxing: “…Dad, I said be fiercer, not stingier!”
Luo Chen: “…”
Mu Chenxing: “Truth is, Pei Yao footed the bill. His housewarming gift to you.”
Luo Chen frowned at Pei Yao.
Pei Yao eyed Mu Chenxing. “Little Star, don’t slander me.”
Mu Chenxing: “?”
Pei Yao: “If it were me, it’d be way more than this—and not clothes. You doubting my style?”
Mu Chenxing glared furiously. “Whose side you on?”
Pei Yao wagged a finger. “This is future father-in-law. Offend you? Small deal. Make future father-in-law think I’m cheap? Big problem.”
Luo Chen: “…”
Mu Chenxing: “…” Rolled up sleeves. “C’mon then, let’s see who’s—”
Damn, he was an Omega. Pei Yao’s label fit perfectly.
Pei Yao grinned. “Who’s what?”
Mu Chenxing shot him a dead-fish stare, turned to tattle. “Dad, I think it’s fine just us eating. Kick him out—sick of looking at him.”
Luo Chen: “…”
Pei Yao: “Little Star, I’ve got photos. Chase me off, and I’ll leak them to the media. Accuse you of toying with me and dumping.”
Mu Chenxing: “You bastard, threatening me?!”
He lunged with a black tiger steals the heart punch.
Luo Chen: “!!”
“Chenxing, that’s—” the Alliance General!
But the Admiral effortlessly caught Mu Chenxing’s fist, blocked his kick, smiling. “Three-plus weeks of training—power’s up a bit. Good for an itch-scratch now.”
Mu Chenxing: “Don’t get cocky. Eat this!”
Pei Yao caught it, gave a squeeze. “Cute little fist, so pale.”
Mu Chenxing: “Shut it.”
Kicked out.
The two sparred back and forth in the open space between the living room and dining area.
Luo Chen, clutching new clothes: “…”
These two… are they dating?
A few minutes in, he saw the pattern: not a single punch from his son landed. The “attacked” Pei Yao stood unmoving, calmly blocking every strike—and copping feels—
Copping feels!!
…Fine, just grabbing fists and ankles—cops would laugh if you called.
Luo Chen went silent a beat, eyed the new clothes on the sofa… Folded them, headed to his room.
By the time he put them away and emerged, the pair was still at it, trading blows.
Luo Chen couldn’t hold back. “Xingxing, need a break?”
Mu Chenxing, mid-spar: “Nah, Dad, do your thing. We’re just playing.”
Pei Yao grinned. “Mr. Luo, don’t worry. I’ll watch Little Star’s stamina.”
Luo Chen: “…”
Doesn’t get it.
Is this how young people date these days?
…Pei Yao wasn’t young.
Even more frustrating.
He tossed last night’s laundry in the washer, checked kitchen ingredients for lunch. Only then did the playful duo stop.
Sweaty Mu Chenxing dashed into the kitchen to help.
Pei Yao… irrelevant.
Luo Chen didn’t want his son alone with Pei Yao, so he dragged his feet, savoring the joy of prepping ingredients together…
Once all the prep was done, as he fired up the stove, Mu Chenxing finally left.
Luo Chen fought the urge to follow, focused on cooking a proper lunch—can’t let my son go hungry.
He stir-fried the dishes with a sizzle, carried them out—and found the two fighting again.
He: “…”
Pei Yao, facing the kitchen, spotted him and smiled. “Little Star, lunch smells ready. Continue this afternoon?”
Mu Chenxing halted, turned. “Huh? Dad, all done?” Retracted fists and feet. “I’ll help.”
Luo Chen beamed inwardly at his son’s flushed, exercised face—loved it—and smiled. “I’ve got it. Go wash up.”
“Right away.” Mu Chenxing bolted to the sink, called, “Bro, hands.”
Pei Yao nodded at Luo Chen, followed.
Luo Chen shot Pei Yao’s back a glare, set down the plates, returned to the kitchen.
Freshly washed Mu Chenxing trailed in. “Smells amazing~ So much food~~ Gotta watch it, can’t stuff myself.”
Luo Chen: “Nonsense. You’re still growing—eat up!”
Mu Chenxing: “Can’t. Too full and I’ll cramp later. Rare chance with bro here—gotta train hard!”
Luo Chen: “…Train what?”
Mu Chenxing carried out two plates, casually said, “Footwork. Pei Yao’s so strong—if I can land a hit on him, I could take down a horde of Alphas.”
Luo Chen: “???”
Why defeat Alphas?
Pei Yao followed him into the kitchen and nodded at him before reaching familiarly into the cabinets for bowls and chopsticks to serve the rice.
Luo Chen felt awkward and quickly backed out, only to bump into Mu Chenxing, who had returned.
He pulled the other man aside and whispered, “Aren’t you two dating?”
Mu Chenxing replied, “Yeah.”
Luo Chen asked, “Then why don’t you go on a date?”
Mu Chenxing looked baffled. “This is a date, isn’t it? I’ve been with him all day.”
Pei Yao emerged carrying three bowls of rice and said helplessly, “It’s me accompanying you, not you accompanying me.”
Mu Chenxing shot back, “What’s the difference? We’re together either way. Besides, don’t you like being with me?”
Pei Yao set down the bowls. “I like it! I like it a lot! For Star-sama to deign to let this lowly one accompany you day and night in training—” He cupped his hands toward him. “—this one is deeply honored!”
Mu Chenxing smiled faintly and turned to Luo Chen. “See, Dad? I didn’t force him at all.”
Luo Chen: “…”
Why had he worried about his son dating last night?
But…
He glanced at Pei Yao, who smiled warmly at his own son. Was the Alliance’s youngest admiral really this approachable?
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