4 Your Husband

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Huimin City, Government Logistics Department.
Every day, workers flood out of the aerial trains like a tide, then swarm hurriedly through the gates to begin their busy workday.
Bu Hui was dozing off against the pristine white wall, mouth wide open, tears welling up in her eyes.
A few maintenance staff clad in bright yellow uniforms hurried past, their hushed whispers drifting intermittently.
“Another attacked battleship. I’ve lost count of how many incidents this month.”
“The damage is severe; repairing it will be an uphill battle. Such bad luck!”
“Looks like overtime again today…”
The complaints faded into the distance, disturbing Bu Hui’s nap. On the surface, she appeared lethargic and indifferent, but inside, she was deep in thought.
As she suspected, the Federation had indeed been restless lately. Otherwise, with the laziness and extravagance of those parliamentarians, no one would bother hauling back the wreckage of the battleships destroyed on the Silent Domain Star—an thankless, unrewarding task no one wanted.
What exactly had happened, Bu Hui had no idea, nor did it concern her much.
She only cared about how much travel allowance she could get.
If it included double pay, that would be even better—who could ever complain about more money?
Even as she boarded the Amilo auxiliary spacecraft, Bu Hui was calculating how to ask for a raise.
Because the stingy supplies from their superior couldn’t sustain the activity cabin for seven days, she and two colleagues had to lie down in the low-temperature cryo pods and wait to be awakened.
“…”
Bu Hui’s expression was blank. “So stingy—do I even get a salary bonus?”
Her boss’s perpetually deadpan eyes widened slightly in shock. “What bonus?”
Bu Hui was taken aback. “Didn’t you say there were benefits?”
“Yeah,” he nodded, flicking his grayish curly hair, speaking with grave seriousness, “a luxury two-week star cruise.”
Star cruise. Luxury. Tour.
Bu Hui vaguely heard her teeth grind together. Seeing this stingy boss sensing trouble, he used the excuse of running out of time and slipped away through the fast track.
Outside the Amilo spacecraft, the blazing sun shone brightly, and the scenery was pleasant.
She stood by the window, overlooking airport staff scurrying like ants, with layers of buildings stretching into the distance—the tallest being the Huimin Tower, a monument to the industrial city’s historical marvels.
Suddenly, Bu Hui thought waking up from cryo sleep under the sunlight, with the vast universe seemingly within reach, wasn’t so bad after all.
“Excuse me… Are you Bu Hui?”
A flushed, excited face was reflected in the glass.
She turned to see a short, round-faced girl with red hair, arms crossed over her chest, eyes sparkling brilliantly.
“I’m your fan! You can call me Wen Luer.”
Before Bu Hui could respond, the girl quickly leaned in and whispered, “I applied for this business trip myself; I hope it’s not a bother to you.”
Bu Hui: “…” She felt powerless against this overly familiar enthusiasm.
“Hmph! Boring people.”
A thin man behind them sneered coldly. His high cheekbones and narrow, arrogant eyes glared disdainfully at the two.
This was Leit, an old acquaintance of Bu Hui’s from the logistics department and one of the top workaholics among the staff. They often competed for the monthly best employee award.
Of course, she usually won.
Noticing Bu Hui’s subtle smile, Leit realized it was the scorn of a victor, and his face immediately flushed red.
Fuming in humiliation, he glared fiercely at them before entering the cryo pod first.
The Amilo spacecraft series had been in operation for 112 years, boasting the most stable and mature autopilot systems, making it the best choice for business trips and company outings. The Q3 model they were on was the smallest and most basic, barely accommodating three people.
Bu Hui was used to her boss’s stinginess. While the two were shocked by the simplicity of the cryo pods, she was already lying in pod number one, drifting off to sleep.
Before falling asleep, Bu Hui thought to herself:
According to the flight path, they would pass through a crimson bubble nebula upon waking—a spectacular and magnificent sight, once a popular tourist spot among planetary travelers.
She had never seen a nebula before…
Cryo sleep differed from ordinary sleep—no dreams, no snoring, immersing one in deep rest while slowing metabolism, like hibernating through a long winter, waking refreshed.
Gentle music caressed her ears as a female voice softly spoke, “Hello, madam. The journey has arrived at its destination. It’s currently 11:32 a.m. capital city time. Outside temperature: minus 13 degrees Celsius. Air…”
Bu Hui eagerly sprang out of the cryo pod.
Stars, nebulae—she had arrived!
Her smile froze instantly at the scene before her.
What was this?
All she could see was a vast red desert wasteland scattering in the wind, a dark blue sky, and endless barrenness stretching beyond sight.
Bu Hui: “Where are the stars?”

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She soon realized the damn boss had set the cryo sleep for the full seven days, sending them straight to the Silent Domain Star to work.
“…”
Bu Hui bit her tongue. As she and another just emerged from cryo sleep, an angry roar pierced the air: “You [bleep] me, I [bleep] you [bleep] [bleep]…”
The serene bird songs and floral scents vanished in an instant, replaced by shocked eyes.
She turned around, grinning innocently. “Sorry, are we supposed to start working now?”
The other two: “…”
An elite squad dispatched to the Silent Domain Star met with them. Tall, muscular, and well-trained, each wore a gray face covering, revealing only cold, steely eyes.
They soon understood the situation.
In the dim dusk, the wind carried dust sharply against their faces, the acrid smell of earth was nauseating. Wen Luer was coughing and tearing up, handed a rough gray face covering.
The squad leader’s eyes glinted with disdain but said nothing.
“You’re restricted to an area of 1,000 square meters. Don’t wander off. We’ll send you back in three days.”
“Food and water supplies are limited. If you run out, you’ll just have to go hungry.”
Bu Hui listened half-heartedly, calmly surveying the surroundings. She spotted a patrol squad passing overhead like black birds, vanishing without a trace.
Even their patrol range was out of reach, let alone seeing the prison firsthand.
This was the Silent Domain Star, the Federation’s highest-level prison. Curiosity was natural.
From the moment they disembarked, countless eyes lurking in the shadows watched their every move, the vigilance chilling to the bone. The troops sent to meet them were ostensibly there to assist but mainly to monitor.
Every word was likely recorded and monitored.
At least, it was reassuring—no matter how powerful that one guy was, or how many spies he had, breaching Federation-level defenses was nearly impossible.
…
Mountains of small aircraft lay scattered on the Silent Domain Star, some heavily damaged, others long obsolete. The three of them spent two whole days working nonstop, classifying the wreckage.
Next, they dismantled usable mechanical parts for collection, to be transported back to Stan Star for secondary value assessment.
Time allotted by the troops was tight. Gritting their teeth, they downed energy drinks and pushed through the third night of overtime.
“I just can’t go on.”
Wen Luer collapsed onto a heap of scrap.
“Tired and sleepy… Am I going to die here?”
“You rest a bit,” Bu Hui said, carrying a massive engine part, sweat pouring down her face as she lugged it alongside a transport robot. “Almost done.”
Wen Luer’s eyelids fluttered. “Wait, where’s Leit? Why is he so quiet?”
Bu Hui glanced at Leit, who had overexerted himself somewhere and fallen into a deep sleep.
“He’s busy. Don’t bother him.”
…
At the troops’ camp, several soldiers silently monitored them. The captain, codename N1, crossed his arms and hummed with some surprise.
“Strong, that one.”
He had been observing Bu Hui for some time.
Despite her small, skinny, somewhat naive appearance, she could carry such heavy parts with nimble, light movements.
“Captain, should we go help?”
N1 shook his head.
“Our mission is to observe quietly. No other actions allowed.”
And so, another sleepless night passed.
From the pitch-black depths of night to the faint blue of dawn, the cold, dry air filled her lungs as Bu Hui took a brief break.
Endless red wasteland stretched silently, standing alone in the vast desert, feeling as small as an ant.
She tilted her head up.
A slender jawline, delicate and youthful.
The star-filled sky stretched overhead, the eastern horizon faintly brightening with the first light, the morning star’s transition breathtakingly beautiful, utterly intoxicating.
Bu Hui was captivated.
A breeze brushed her cheek as stars flickered like falling meteors, silver-white streaks painting half the sky in a magnificent display.
“What is this…”
Bu Hui gasped, “Who’s setting off fireworks?”
Before she finished, another cascade of starry rain slid across the sky, the silver streaks growing more distinct, clearer this time.

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The streaks drifted lightly onto the distant desert, followed by a series of deep, thunderous explosions. Sand and dust soared high, swirling like a sandstorm that blotted out the sky, carried by the wind in all directions.
“Boom—!”
“Rumble—!”
Shouts erupted from the troop encampment, tinged with panic. “Level One Alert! Someone’s broken out of prison!”
Bu Hui’s mind went blank.
She seemed to have heard something monumental.
…A breakout?
Someone had escaped from the Silent Domain Star prison?!
Who could it be?
A flood of chaotic thoughts flashed through her mind, but before she could ponder further, N1 hurried over, telling them to hide in the ship and not wander off.
Before Bu Hui could ask who had escaped, the support troops vanished quickly into the spreading dust.
Bu Hui yelled for the others, and they dashed frantically toward the ship.
As they neared the vessel, a shell suddenly fell from the sky, exploding nearby with a sharp, acrid smell of gunpowder.
“Boom—bang!”
Wen Luer screamed, and Leit cursed in panic.
Bu Hui made a snap decision: “The ship is too conspicuous; we can’t risk going there! Head to the troop camp—there’s an underground air-raid shelter!”
N1 hadn’t anticipated the enemy’s numbers to be so large that shells could fall so far away.
In desperation, the two decided to follow Bu Hui’s lead and charged toward the camp.
Bu Hui lagged a few steps behind, enveloped in smoke and dust, tears stinging her eyes.
“Cough… give me a direction! Cough…”
Following the AI’s guidance, she pushed forward as the smoke and sand gradually blew away, revealing the direction of the encampment.
As she ran, Bu Hui suddenly lost the AI’s directional voice.
“Xiao Ming?”
“Calling Xiao Ming?”
[Ding dong.]
A strange notification sounded leisurely amid the chaos.
[Hello, your matched partner has entered visual range. Temporary matching mode activated. Please meet as soon as prompted.]
[Reminder: The temporary mode ends when the distance is less than ten meters.]
[Ding dong. Your spouse is still 3,204 kilometers away.]
On the run, Bu Hui was utterly baffled: “?”
“???”
“?!!!!”
(Damn!!)
…
Amid the raging artillery fire, the SkyNet system was destroyed, and the prison had descended into chaos.
Surveillance satellites were shot down; electronic monitoring devices lost control and fell from the sky. Prison guards and elite troops ran frantically, unaware that the warden had died in his office, his clouded eyes wide with disbelief and horror.
A man sat on a leather sofa, removing the bite guard clamped to his cheek. The discarded device rolled to the side, silver metal speckled with drops of dark red blood.
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