He sensed that the Commander was angry and in a bad mood, thinking back on how since the Commander had married the Lady, he had always indulged her, cleaning up various messes for her.
Even repeatedly breaking his own bottom line, it was clear the Commander must have loved the Lady dearly.
Now that the Lady was intimate with another man, it would be odd if the Commander weren’t upset.
Alas! The Lady was simply too wicked.
How could she hurt the Commander’s heart !
Monger, although his mind was bustling with thoughts, did not seem slow in action and promptly notified Horace. After Horace reported for duty, Monger tactfully gave them space to talk.
"Intelligence Chief Horace reporting."
"Saw it just now, didn’t you?" Fu Xing got straight to the point.
Horace’s expression twisted, he really wanted to say he hadn’t seen anything, but he didn’t dare lie, much less blurt out a blatant untruth.
He could only answer reluctantly, "Saw... saw it."
"Is it that hard for you to say?" Fu Xing’s tone carried an extra edge of anger.
Poor Horace, from the moment he received Monger’s notice, he knew he was in for trouble.
Why is it that when it’s the Lady who has angered you, you take out your wrath on your loyal and brave subordinates?
"Commander, I think the Lady has always loved you in her heart. The Lady wouldn’t fancy the Messfield family’s young master." As Capital Star’s infamous playboy, Horace had a way with women so convincing that they would willingly live and die for him.
But when faced with his superior’s romantic troubles, he was so anxious he broke out in a cold sweat and couldn’t find a perfect answer.
"Heh!" Fu Xing scoffed, "Of course she wouldn’t fancy the Messfield family’s young master."
Horace wanted to say that since you know the Lady wouldn’t fancy someone else, but unexpectedly, Fu Xing, who had been turned away from him, suddenly spun around. Only then did he see the Commander’s icy tone conceal dangerous eyes that seemed ready to bite someone.
He couldn’t utter another word.
"A man like you, who fancies married women, could never understand my feelings." Fu Xing looked disdainfully at his subordinate and frowned, having always had reservations about Horace’s preferences. He commanded directly, "From now on, you are not to seduce married women. Understand? If I catch you, you’re dead. And don’t you dare bring women back to your quarters."
Upon hearing this, Horace immediately made a mournful face, "Commander, you can’t be so dictatorial, controlling even your subordinates’ personal preferences."
"This is a superior’s care for his subordinate." Fu Xing justified sternly, while also questioning, "Do you know why I seldom go to the officers club?"
"Is it because, Commander, you are preoccupied with myriad daily tasks and disdain trivial social activities?"
Hearing this, Fu Xing kicked Horace squarely, "It’s because your reputation as a ’lover of wives’ has spread, and other fleet officers are afraid you’ll cuckold them. Their commanders constantly come to me with complaints and grievances."
Horace stumbled, wanting to dodge but failing to, cursing inwardly about who was so shameless as to talk about him behind his back.
"Just carry out your orders!"
"Additionally, I am going to announce Lin Fu’s identity." This was the real reason he had called Horace over.
Upon hearing this, Horace became instantly serious and uncertainly asked, "Commander, it’s not the appropriate time just yet. The matron is still in the domain and hasn’t returned, and according to protocol, it would be proper to wait until the matron hands over the authority to the Lady. Also, does the Lady wish to announce this?"
"Are you saying Lin Fu is unwilling?" Fu Xing’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
"I think the Lady is a very thoughtful person; she might not wish to be disturbed during her studies." Discussing serious matters, Horace was very solemn, less frivolous than usual.