Chapter 15: Chapter 015 The Scheming Commander Chapter 15: Chapter 015 The Scheming Commander Lin Fu, embodying the spirit of a tragic movie star, said with a forlorn and sorrowful expression, “Actually, there’s not much difference. What’s said on the Star Network is not wrong, I indeed come from a remote star system. Did you know? The technological development of our planet compared to Capital Star is like still living in the Ancient Earth Era, we can’t compare in anything.”
Monger gave an apology that was both awkward and guilty, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything else, I just… I just think you, Lin Fu, also seem very outstanding.”
“Uh… okay! I haven’t seen your strength yet, so I can’t evaluate it.”
“So you also feel in your heart that I’m not a match for your Commanders.”
“It’s not like that, it’s just…” Monger couldn’t continue his sentence, because the more he spoke, the more mistakes he made.
The two million soldiers of the Eighth Fleet unanimously disapproved, and before meeting Lin Fu in person, Monger had felt the same way. Although he was very impressed after meeting her, his inner thoughts weren’t easily changed.
Lin Fu couldn’t match the exceptionally talented Princess Therese, known as the beauty of the Imperial Moon.
Nor could she match Colonel Meng Keqin, who had made meritorious deeds at a young age.
Thinking of this, Monger almost couldn’t help worrying for Lin Fu.
Lin Fu was, of course, feigning her demeanor just now, but Monger’s reaction made her feel quite defeated. No one likes to be looked down upon.
Even the unsophisticated young Monger didn’t approve of her in his heart, imagine how intense the external pressures could be.
She had a premonition that the peaceful days wouldn’t last long.
Although she wanted to hide her identity desperately, she couldn’t fool those who were determined to find out. Fu Xing, as an Imperial Major General, and the pride of Duke Imoles wouldn’t allow his Lady to hide and shy away, as that would only bring shame to the family.
At that moment, the sadness on Lin Fu’s face was so tender, it made Monger somewhat unable to bear it.
“Monger, are you afraid that I can’t compare to Princess Therese, or are you afraid I’ll feel utterly ashamed in front of Colonel Meng Keqin? Let me tell you, you’re wrong. That won’t happen. I, Lin Fu, am not less than anyone, and I will not bow down to anyone.”
At that moment, the astonishing spirit radiating from the girl was heartbreakingly impressive.
“I’ll also tell you a secret.”
Monger looked over curiously.
“It’s not that I married your Commander, but that I bought your Commander with an invaluable treasure. Your Commander really is very expensive! That’s a promise passed down through a thousand years. In his life, he belongs to me, and in death, he is my ghost.”
Everyone seems to think she’s clinging to the position of the Duchess!
Lin Fu’s mind remained clear. While she truly yearned for the beauty of the home, she must not forget the hidden dangers and scheming behind it.
Mr. Major General also shouldn’t be underestimated.
Thinking of this, her gaze deepened as she looked in the direction where Fu Xing had left.
Was it really just to send her to school that he’d brought her here, or was she being used as a decoy?
But Lin Fu quickly recovered from her emotions, still the cute and sexy little fairy, carefreely walking ahead.
Leaving the stunned Monger behind, the young aide stood there in astonishment for a long while before scrambling to catch up.
“Good day, Major General.”
“You, lad, seem to be growing more and more menacing.”
Within the building designated for the professors’ offices, as Fu Xing passed by, everyone promptly stood at attention and saluted or gave the noble’s curtsy. Many esteemed professors and retired high-level generals, already well-acquainted with Fu Xing, also jested with him.
“I heard you got married? When do you plan to have us all over for a drink?” The Land War Academy’s Dean, Song Zheng, was a hearty middle-aged man with a burly figure. Before becoming Dean of the Land War Academy, he was one of the top ten combat experts in the military, already holding the rank of Colonel.
Song Zheng was more than a decade older than Fu Xing, yet his manner was the more impetuous of the two. When he served as an instructor for the Eighth Fleet, it was always Fu Xing who cleaned up the messes he caused.
But this also led to a deep friendship between the two men.
“What brings you, a busy man with a world of responsibilities, to me? It can’t be that you want to invite me for a drink?” Song Zheng teased.
“I’m here to enroll an important family member and pay a visit to Admiral Xia Zeming while I’m at it.”
“Important family member? Your brothers and sisters are already grown up, who else is there? Your cousin? Didn’t he go directly to the fortress’s Military Academy under Admiral Fu Guang?” Song Zheng asked, puzzled.
But as soon as he finished speaking, something dawned on him, and he exclaimed, “Is it you…”