Regarding the matter of moving back, His Excellency Saint had undergone rational and thorough consideration.
He had just lost his temper with Igris in a video call, and high-species males rarely engaged in the major act of stripping their mate of their assets. To avoid the public mistakenly believing that His Excellency Saint and the Councilor were at odds or that their marriage had fallen apart, moving back in together was highly necessary.
It was certainly not because he had been in the Holy Land for too long and felt bored by the emptiness.
Mhm.
Definitely not.
By the time he finished packing, it was already eight o’clock in the evening.
The Councilor was exceptionally well-behaved tonight.
While His Excellency Saint was taking a shower, the Councilor sat outside, honestly and earnestly studying the material of the bathroom door for a while, rationally and objectively reflecting: When the main residence was being renovated, why did they choose a frosted door with maximum opacity?
It was truly ugly.
Half an hour later.
When Noah stepped out of the bathroom, he immediately saw the black-haired male sitting on the living room sofa. The Councilor was holding a book, reading with eyes fixed on the pages and a casual posture. Seeing the male come out, he only lifted his eyes to look at him once before calmly withdrawing his gaze.
“Would you like a glass of bedtime milk?” he asked.
His Excellency Saint hesitated subtly for a few seconds, then reservedly refused.
A mature, rational adult male would, of course, not drink such sweet beverages, which were essential for little larvae before bedtime.
His Excellency Saint would not drink milk, but if his mate insisted on handing it to him on the grounds that milk is good for health and could help a male in an unfamiliar environment sleep soundly, then he wouldn’t refuse.
Noticing the faint expectation in the male’s eyes, Igris pondered for a moment. Remembering that His Excellency Saint seemed to have a habit of having a small drink before bedtime before he lost his memory, he tentatively said, “Then, how about a glass of Blanc wine?”
Sipping lightly under the dim night light.
Mature, elegant, and tasteful.
It fit his male spouse’s consistent image of being aloof, noble, and cold.
His Excellency Saint ignored him.
His Excellency Saint turned his head away and coldly closed the door.
His Excellency Saint was very unhappy.
Never mind not rewarding him with two small cakes, why did he even take away the one they had agreed upon?
His mate was really excessive.
Inside the master bedroom.
The Councilor activated his optical computer, skillfully hacking into the internal forum exclusive to the Excellencies of the Holy Land. In the section titled [Pet Affinity], he found a post he had bookmarked long ago:
【Title: How to Raise a Lop-eared Rabbit】
【Content: As everyone knows, lop-eared rabbits are very cute little animals that love to act like babies. Because of their well-behaved and clingy personalities, they have become pet companions that many Excellencies rank second only to fluff-balls in their hearts. So, as a novice pet owner, how should we start raising a lop-eared rabbit from scratch?
First, you need to build trust with the lop-eared rabbit.
When you have just brought a lop-eared rabbit home, do not rush to touch it, and do not force interaction. Lop-eared rabbits like quiet. You must let them rest undisturbed for the first three days, allowing them to slowly explore and familiarize themselves with the environment, giving them enough sense of security.】
Igris was thoughtful.
No wonder when they were at the hospital, His Excellency Saint initially took the initiative to cuddle with him, but later intentionally avoided him and dodged repeatedly; it turned out he had been overstimulated by his petting.
Indeed, when it comes to the techniques of raising a lop-eared rabbit, one must look to the males.
The Councilor nodded to himself. While earnestly taking notes, he objectively reviewed and examined his performance tonight: no teasing, no offense, and while actively maintaining distance from his male spouse, he maintained the elegant demeanor that a high-species male should have.
Converting this into favorability points in a dating game, out of a maximum of 100 points, surely he could add ten points?
Remembering the master bedroom door that had been coldly closed in front of him ten minutes ago, Igris hesitated for a few seconds and decided to be a little more conservative in his calculation.
Then, five points?
In the other master bedroom separated by a wall.
High-privilege species have never had the tradition of spouses sharing a bed. Unless they were too poor to afford it, all noble estates were designed with twin master bedrooms in pairs from the initial construction phase. Most noble couples, even after many years of marriage, maintained the tradition of one bedroom per person, sleeping in separate rooms.
His Excellency Saint and the Councilor were, obviously, no exception.
The Orwell estate’s master bedroom was huge.
The male hugged his pillow, rolling from the head of the bed to the foot, and then back to the head. Halfway through his rolling, realizing what he was doing, the young His Excellency Saint rubbed his ears, a look of annoyance flashing across his face.
He looked up and cautiously glanced around.
Inside the room, the curtains and the door remained tightly closed; it was not quite airtight, but it was certainly not enough for even half a bug to fly in.
He sighed almost inaudibly, pressing his chin against the soft pillow. His eyes fixed on the familiar yet strange walls, his mind wandering slightly.
This master bedroom was designed very similarly to his room in the Holy Land: minimalist, cold, and generous. One could tell at a glance that the occupant was a big, stern, and powerful figure. Even the size of the space, the furnishings, and the quiet, empty atmosphere at night were replicated exactly.
Noah did not hate such a design; after all, for so many years, this was how he had always slept.
However.
His Excellency Saint stared at the snow-white ceiling and fell into deep thought: When he was in the Holy Land, he slept alone in a large, empty, quiet house with cold lines. After moving back, he was still in a large, empty, quiet house with cold lines.
Then didn’t he move back for nothing?
The next day, early morning.
The sky was just beginning to brighten with a gray light.
Early in the morning, Igris got up feeling refreshed.
The early winter morning was damp and cold, but the young Councilor seemed not to notice. He went downstairs in a good mood, walking leisurely between the courtyard, the lobby, and the hallways as if a beast with strong territorial consciousness were patrolling its land.
After finishing the round, the Councilor frowned slightly, always feeling that something was still missing.
What was it?
He pondered for a moment and reached out to call a contact.
The other end of the line was connected quickly. Presumably, thinking he had something urgent, the little Mr. Vilorria suppressed his annoyance at being woken up early in the morning and said sharply, “What are you going crazy for this early in the morning? Let me be clear, don’t even think about borrowing money. I will absolutely never betray Noah and collude with you!”
“It’s not to borrow money.”
“Then what is it?” Lucian Vilorria asked, while acutely sensing something was wrong. Didn’t this bastard have his assets confiscated by Noah yesterday and was currently penniless? Did this tone sound a bit too lighthearted?
“Nothing.”
To the little uncle who was deeply angry and had a bad attitude, the Councilor showed full patience and friendliness: “Just in case you don’t know, I’ll tell you first: my spouse moved back from the Holy Land last night. If you want to visit His Excellency Saint in the future, you don’t need to apply for visiting rights at the Holy Land anymore; you can come directly to my house.”
He asked, “Little uncle, are you happy?”
“Igris, you @#^&!”
Before the little Mr. Vilorria could burst into profanity, the black-haired male hung up the communication with quick eyes and fast hands, and skillfully, at that. After thinking for a moment, he dialed another number.
“Elton.”
As a subordinate, the not-so-young and unmarried Secretary General certainly did not have the courage or confidence to be rude in front of his boss. The male, who had been worried sick about the Councilor and His Excellency Saint the night before and had been working overtime to write the plan, sighed deeply and said powerlessly, “What else is there?”
The Councilor spoke calmly, hinting reservedly: “I thought about it. When you are writing the plan, you actually don’t need to consider the possibility of failure at all.”
With the “Lop-eared Rabbit Rearing Manual” in hand, he didn’t know how he could possibly lose.
The Secretary General hung up the phone coldly.
Arrogant male, so disappointing.
After making two calls, the Councilor still felt it wasn’t enough.
A pity. Igris thought regretfully.
In the final analysis, his social circle was too narrow, so much so that he didn’t even have a male friend to show off to; no, to have a heart-to-heart conversation with.
He had to find a way to become friends with the head of the Vilorria family.
Eight o’clock in the morning.
The Councilor specially changed into an outfit that was low-key but had a sense of design, and passed by the master bedroom next door.
The hairstyle was fine, the clothes were fine.
The tie was just a little crooked, but it was not a big deal.
Workplace Insight #17: When doing things, you don’t have to pursue perfection too much. You must leave room for maneuver so that the leader can offer guidance and revisions. This allows the other party to participate in it and highlights the leader’s sharp eyes and far-sightedness.
The Councilor calculated earnestly in his heart.
He currently had five points of favorability.
According to the established rules of dating games, different favorability values often correspond to different feedback attitudes from the love interest. With these five points in his hand, not to mention a faint smile from His Excellency Saint, surely swapping it for a soft “good morning” shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Thinking this, the black-haired male walked slowly, raised his head slightly, and cast a glance sideways at the half-open master bedroom.
The wind blew through the corridor, lifting the curtains and pushing open the half-concealed door.
No sound, no sunshine.
Of course, no lop-eared rabbit either.
Igris: “!!”
Where was his male spouse?
That cute big snowball he had managed to trick; no, coax back from the Holy Land with such difficulty, where did he go?