Song Wen was not surprised by Liu Feifei’s excitement.
In fact, when she heard the secret just now, she immediately thought of hugging Brother Liang’s leg tightly.
Such a human-shaped mobile warehouse, an eternal refrigerator, in this post-apocalyptic flood, isn’t that the greatest reliance?
"Feifei, don’t go around talking about this, don’t tell anyone, it’s Brother Liang’s secret, understand?" Song Wen advised.
Liu Feifei patted her chest, "Don’t worry, I’m not stupid, hey, can I tell Brother Kai?"
Song Wen found it amusing and annoying, "All you think about is romance, I told you not to tell anyone."
"But..." Liu Feifei was conflicted.
Song Wen continued, "Zhao Kai and Brother Liang are so close, he probably already knows. He must have been cautioned by Brother Liang not to disclose it."
"If you leak this secret, think about how Zhao Kai will see you in the future."
These words suddenly enlightened Liu Feifei, she nodded repeatedly, "You’re right, Sister Wen, I won’t tell, I won’t tell anyone."
Song Wen nodded and smiled.
At this moment, Liu Feifei picked up a sesame cake, "By the way, Sister Yang Mei gave me this sesame cake, I haven’t had the heart to eat it and brought it to share with you. Try it."
Song Wen’s eyebrows raised when she heard ’Yang Mei,’ her smile faded, and she asked, "Is it delicious?"
"Of course it’s delicious, how long has it been since you tasted sesame? Come on, try it."
With that, Liu Feifei forcefully shoved a piece of sesame cake into Song Wen’s mouth.
Instantly, the fragrant sesame flavor exploded on Song Wen’s taste buds.
Her teeth involuntarily started chewing, saliva began to flow, and the sweet sesame taste melted in her mouth.
She felt a surge of happiness across her entire being.
"How is it, delicious? Isn’t it really good?"
"I’m telling you, Sister Yang Mei is simply beautiful inside and out—not only is she good-looking, has a great figure, but she also cooks delicious food. This sesame cake is just perfect."
Song Wen rolled her eyes, "Ha, I don’t think it’s that great."
"Hey? You ungrateful woman, how can you turn your back after eating the cake?" Liu Feifei couldn’t help but yell.
The two of them immediately started play-fighting again.
When Liang Yuan returned home, he saw the house filled with packed luggage.
Yang Mei had also packed her stuff, and upon seeing Liang Yuan, she said, "Little brother, these are the bags Feifei brought up, she said you asked her to leave them here."
"There are also some of Zhao Kai and Ding Yan’s stuff. I asked them to leave everything here."
Liang Yuan smiled and nodded, "Leave everything to me, I’ll take all the stuff from home together."
With that, he moved everything into his item storage.
Even the bed, wardrobe, sofa, everything was taken.
Yang Mei walked around, looking at the empty house, and couldn’t help but say, "Take another look, see if there’s anything left behind."
She searched through each room, even though Liang Yuan had cleared out all the tables, chairs, and benches, she continued to search all around.
It was evident she was reluctant to leave.
No, she was reluctant to leave the ’home’ she and Liang Yuan had lived in.
As a traditional woman, she had a deep attachment to the concept of ’home.’
After entrusting herself to Liang Yuan, her entire heart hung on him.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t still want to bear Liang Yuan’s child in this post-apocalyptic flood disaster.
Looking at the kitchen where she busied herself, the living room sofa where she massaged Liang Yuan, and the shower room where they had absurd moments...
Her eyes grew slightly red, a sense of reluctance spread through her heart.
Liang Yuan could feel her emotions, gently walking up behind her.
He extended his hands, hugged her slender waist, rested his chin against her side face, and said, "Nothing else matters, the most important thing is not leaving you behind."
These tender words struck Yang Mei’s heart instantly.
Her reddened eyes could no longer hold back, tears fell like pearls.
She turned around, hugged Liang Yuan tightly, buried her pretty face in his chest, and started to sob softly.
"Why...little brother, why must there be this flood, why can’t we just live happily together , why..."
"I... worked so hard to have another home... worked so hard to find someone like you who cares for me so much."
Liang Yuan held her tighter, comforting her, "As long as we’re together, it doesn’t matter where we are, anywhere can be home, right?"
"Once we get to Yangshan, I’ll build you a house, preferably a three to five-story villa, so we won’t have to worry about mutants or rising floodwaters."
"You can cook at home, chat with everyone, play cards, and even have a little baby during your free time..."
Yang Mei’s sobs gradually faded, enchanted by the life Liang Yuan described.
"Really...really? Can we really live that kind of life?"
She looked up at Liang Yuan, her beautiful face still streaked with tears.
Liang Yuan lowered his head, kissed her, revealing a determined look in his eyes.
"We definitely can, I promise you."
Yang Mei smiled, she buried her head back into his chest, feeling his warmth.
A moment later, she whispered, "I heard from Ding Yan that the journey might be dangerous, there are many mutated creatures in the water, just relying on our few rafts..."
"Don’t worry, it’ll be fine, I’m here," Liang Yuan interrupted her, comforting her.
Yang Mei shook her head, "I’m saying, if, if anything happens to me, don’t be too sad, maybe it’s just my fate. If something really happens, don’t be too upset. Ding Yan... I’ve talked to her, she’s also had a tough life, but she’s a good woman, stronger than me, more capable."