After Being Exiled, the Cold Marshal Begged Me to Soothe Him

Content warning: The bottom is not traditionally weak. He is extremely clear-headed and focused on his career; later, the top is doting and paternal, with a serious double standard.

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On the 30th day after Yan Qiu was exiled to a garbage planet.

Adjutant: "Marshal, that clueless fake young master has been exiled for a month now."

Zong Zhengyuan coldly wiped down his gun. "Has he admitted he was wrong?"

The adjutant wiped away his sweat. "No. He dismantled your decommissioned mecha and sold it on the black market for 300 million star coins. He's now the richest man on the garbage planet."

Zong Zhengyuan: "?"

On the 60th day after Yan Qiu was exiled.

The adjutant shouted in alarm: "Marshal! Young Master Yan Qiu is not only still alive, he's walking your lost juvenile spirit-form around like a dog!"

That very day, the entire interstellar defense line went on lockdown.

Yan Qiu had just bought a luxurious secondhand spaceship and was ready to roam the universe when he turned and ran into a wall of solid muscle.

Zong Zhengyuan gripped the back of his neck and looked at Yan Qiu's flat stomach, gritting his teeth. "You stole my things and still think you can leave?"

Yan Qiu weighed the wrench in his hand and spoke earnestly. "Don't make things up. This little one followed me of its own accord. Ask it if you don't believe me."

The fierce black dragon nestled in Yan Qiu's arms immediately nodded frantically, then spat a spark at Zong Zhengyuan.

Zong Zhengyuan: ...