My Political Rival's Secret Identity Is Actually My Husband of Seven Years?!

The Federation had a pair of widely celebrated paragons.

Their compatibility was 100 percent. If they got together, the Federation would become even stronger.

Instead, they had become bitter enemies who would sooner eat each other's flesh alive.

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Yu Wenhui, the highest authority in the military, was a staunch materialist.

What he hated most was that theological bigwig who babbled mystically every day, spouting some damn prophecy from Heaven's Mandate while doing nothing but living off public funds.

After yet another heated argument in a meeting, Yu Wenhui issued a threat in front of everyone: "Once we drive back the insect race, you're the first bastard I'm killing, you useless freeloader."

After the meeting, Yu Wenhui, still red-faced from arguing, took off his uniform and changed into an old, faded outfit patched all over at the back.

Grinning from ear to ear, he returned to his apartment in the lower district and wrapped his arms around his sweet, soft wife.

The prickly general who bowed to no one on the battlefield or in government had actually been secretly married for years. His spouse was a low-quality gene carrier who couldn't even enter the upper district.

His precious wife was frail and sickly.

Worried his wife might be frightened, Yu Wenhui had always hidden his true identity, claiming he was just a bare-knuckle underground fighter.

The two had lived a sweet life for seven years in this tiny apartment, less than thirty square meters in size.

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Yi Qing, the Federation's chief divine officer, had countless followers and was even connected by marriage to the First Lady.

He could command everyone in the Federation, except for that musclebound military thug who stubbornly picked fights with him.

What a pain.

No one knew that His Excellency the Divine Officer, so haughty and sharp-tongued in public, had a poor old gong he'd been married to for seven years.

His husband was a low-quality gene carrier who fought underground, but the two were surprisingly compatible.

Afraid of hurting his husband's pride, Yi Qing pretended to be a lower-district man scraping by.

His husband was poor, but honest and hardworking.

He earned 3,000 a month, gave Yi Qing 2,950, and kept only 50 for himself, 40 of which went toward buying condoms.

Yi Qing's heart ached for him.

Every time he left the upper district, he would sneak a few packs of premium condoms from the First Lady's house, remove the packaging, pass them off as cheap street-stall goods, and bring them back to their shared apartment.

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They had thought they could go on living in peace like this forever.

Until one day, they both received a secret order: there was a mole in the Federation.

The two sworn enemies followed the clues, and independently came to suspect each other.

They never would have guessed what they found.

The other had a secret lover!

They both grinned crookedly at the same time: Finally, I've got you! You musclehead/freeloader, conspiring with the mole from the inside!

Theme: Care for your family and nurture harmony between spouses