Rebirth Counterattack: I Heard That the Imperial Marshal Has a Crush on Me

Since then, the boy Ximu had become a temporary worker for his boss.

Anyone who could live on the Black Star and run a shop was not a simple person.

Adhering to the rules of Black Star, the boss hadn’t asked Ximu where he was from, and Ximu hadn’t cared which faction the boss was affiliated with.

They kept to themselves: Ximu did the work, and the boss paid him, and it had gone on this way for several days.

Ximu’s hands were quick and skilful. The tasks assigned to him had seemed a bit hard at first, but he had quickly become more adept.

In the few days since his arrival, some regular customers who had always criticized the boss for his lack of attention to detail were now praising him for the newfound attentiveness, bringing in more referrals.

“Where do you live now?” After a while, the boss couldn’t help but show some concern for Ximu.

After all, the young man was sensible and capable, but most importantly, he was discreet.

Several times, customers had come to hand over work in person, and Ximu had happened to encounter them.

In the beginning, the boss had done this on purpose, just to test Ximu.

There were indeed powerful figures backing him, and the old residents of the street all knew each other well.

Black Star had been unstable lately, with several major forces in the central city brewing tension.

The boss had even wondered if Ximu had been sent to his shop intentionally to spy on him or gather information.

But later, he noticed that Ximu had no curiosity about the customers who came to the shop.

If it was clear the visitor had business with the boss, Ximu would actively step aside.

His gaze didn’t even wander.

After several encounters, the boss’s impression of him had improved significantly.

In addition, he had sent people to tail Ximu several times. Every time, the young man would finish his work, go to the exchange, buy some nutrients, and then return to his temporary residence.

It was just a shed, but he was very cautious. He had set it up in a corner, with open space on both sides; if someone were to approach, he’d notice right away.

The boss thought this young man must have been through a lot.

Ximu wasn’t deliberately distancing himself from the boss or the customers; he simply didn’t want to get involved in trouble.

On this day, Ximu was repairing an accessory when he heard the boss sigh beside him.

At first, Ximu ignored it and continued his work.

It wasn’t until the third sigh that Ximu set down the repaired accessory and asked, without emotion, “What’s wrong, Boss?”

The boss complained with mock sadness, “You kid, I recently gave you a raise and invited you to dinner, but you’re still so cold and heartless.”

Ximu looked at him blankly and replied calmly, “Boss, I’m just doing my job.”

Wasn’t this what they had agreed upon from the start, work in exchange for payment?

Ximu thought, ‘I don’t quite understand why you’re disappointed.’

“You kid, you really don’t know how to be considerate! Look, you’re already so old. People your age on Black Star have already found women to settle down with and have children.” The boss studied him thoughtfully, then added, “You don’t look well. Take better care of yourself, and you might find someone.”

Ximu curled his lips. “I’m not interested in women.”

“What do you mean?” The boss looked at him in surprise. “Are you interested in men? Don’t get any ideas—I have a wife and kids!”

Ximu rolled his eyes. “Don’t worry; I’m not interested in men who are middle-aged and having some weight.”

Boss: ‘Are you being polite?’