Special Agent’s Rebirth: The Almighty Goddess of Quick Transmigration - Chapter 190

Lehman had heard rumors—after marrying Ye Shaohua, An Tingyun’s life remained unchanged. He still spent every waking hour in the mecha training facility.

From the beginning, everyone agreed Ye Shaohua was unworthy of An Tingyun. When footage of her drunken brawl spread across the StarNet, a poll emerged: 100% of voters supported their divorce.

The entire Mo Xing planet was waiting for them to split.

An Tingyun sat inside his mecha, leaning back in the cockpit, his gaze fixed on the Ye family’s grand entrance.

“General An, care to talk?” Allen, who had been about to leave, knocked on the cockpit door, his expression as genial as ever.

An Tingyun opened the door after barely a second’s hesitation. The crowd erupted in gasps.

In this era, hand-rolled cigarettes were a rare luxury—but not for An Tingyun. Last year, he’d led his mecha squadron to a deserted planet overrun with wild tobacco. Now, the An family monopolized the interstellar tobacco trade.

He held an unlit cigarette between his fingers, only lighting it when Allen spoke.

Some people could make even the act of lighting a cigarette look devastatingly handsome. The crowd sighed in unison.

Ye Junwen blinked, stunned, before turning to Lehman. “Sister Lehman… is that General An?”

Lehman didn’t answer. She was too busy staring, her fingers trembling.

“Your sixth-level mecha is extraordinary,” Allen remarked, eyeing the machine. “Mo Xing’s technological edge grows sharper.”

An Tingyun exhaled smoke, his voice indifferent. “In mental domain mastery, Gamma Planet reigns supreme. You’re asking the wrong man, Prince Allen.”

Allen studied him, then lowered his voice. “Until today, I’d have agreed. But Ye Shaohua just publicly humiliated Ye Junwen—and a mecha appeared out of nowhere. An Tingyun, don’t pretend you don’t know about her visit to me. The world says you despise her, but I doubt it. Otherwise, why would you share critical intelligence with her?”

An Tingyun’s fingers stilled around the cigarette. He didn’t respond, his gaze shifting past Allen.

Under the scorching sun, a figure emerged from the ornate Ye estate gates.

Ye Shaohua walked unhurriedly, unfazed by the spectators. She wore simple casual clothes, a book tucked under one arm. Sensing his stare, she glanced over lazily.

Her hands, pale and slender, flipped a page.

An Tingyun flicked ash from his cigarette, his face unreadable. “Lü Rang asked me to come.” (Lü Rang, Ye Shaohua’s eldest cousin, had once been his classmate.)

Ye Shaohua waved dismissively. “Unnecessary. I have questions for my professor.”

She brushed away drifting ash, then boarded her aircraft with Jimmy.

An Tingyun watched until her ship vanished into the sky before extinguishing his cigarette and returning to his mecha.

The crowd—especially Lehman, who’d mocked Ye Shaohua moments ago—lost their minds.

Weren’t they supposed to loathe each other?

What the hell was this?

Even StarNet’s most popular blogger was baffled:

【Has General An Divorced Ye Shaohua Today? — NO. Today’s update pains me, but I REFUSE to believe it! The divorce WILL happen!】

Allen’s face darkened as An Tingyun departed.

Ye Junwen watched the prince leave, then excused herself from Lehman—who, too distraught over An Tingyun, didn’t notice her slip away.

“Miss Junwen, are you alright?” Allen’s aide summoned a medic.

As predicted, Ye Junwen’s leg was fractured. Ye Shaohua’s ruthlessness knew no bounds.

“I’ll manage,” Ye Junwen said, gazing at Allen’s back with worshipful admiration. “Did General An suspect anything?”

Allen turned. If Ye Shaohua were here, she’d barely recognize him—his usual warmth had sharpened into something fearsome.

“You think I could fool An Tingyun? I only needed to deceive the others. He saw through me from the start.”

“He’s that formidable?” Having witnessed Allen single-handedly storm a虫族 (Zerg) hive, Ye Junwen found this hard to believe.

“Why else would the Lü family fear him? Why else would they sacrifice even Ye Shaohua?” Allen smirked. Then, pensive: “Though I wonder what he sees in her.”

Ye Junwen gritted her teeth. “She’s always been lucky. Powerful mecha pilots protect her without effort. But one day, I’ll crush her beneath my heel!”

Allen never dismissed her ambition. Checking his holographic display, he stood. “Stay alert. Andrew’s arrived—I’ll greet him.”

Meanwhile, Ye Shaohua returned to the An estate with Professor Joshi’s borrowed notes.

To her surprise, Lehman sat in the parlor, chatting amiably with Madam An.

“I heard Miss Shaohua studies Mecha Architecture,” Lehman said, her jealousy thinly veiled. “And signed up for the MA Tournament?”