Qingqing deeply suspected that Liang Zhiyu had insight into her soul, otherwise why would he take someone else’s flower so casually?
Oh, taking something without permission is stealing.
This flower thief.
One of Liang Zhiyu’s subordinates looked at their leader holding a pot of flowers in his left hand, with a face full of question marks. “Don’t we have any flowers at the Snowfield Base, boss? Where did you buy a pot of flowers from? It seems like you’ve obtained some precious treasure and want to bring it back.”
Could it be that the flowers at the Jingzhou Base smell better?
Qingqing was afraid that the old fox would notice something, so she behaved like a good little plant, not moving at all.
In this way, Liang Zhiyu carried her and got into the car, embarking on the road to the Snowfield Base.
Xiao Yang searched the villa but couldn’t find the pot of small purple wisteria. He became furious at home, scaring the servants, and only when he checked the surveillance did he realize that the pot of flowers had been taken away by the old fox a few days ago.
He was filled with anger and even more anxiety. If Fu Chen came back and didn’t see the flower, he would definitely hold him accountable.
Just as he was thinking about it, a servant rushed in from outside and reported, “Young Master Xiao, Young Master Fu is here.”
A tall figure appeared, a man dressed in combat attire, covered in dust. There was a scar on his handsome face, adding a touch of fierceness.
“Xiao Yang,” the man’s cold voice mixed with anger.
Xiao Yang was frightened and immediately approached him, obediently saying, “Brother Fu.”
Fu Chen’s dark eyes stared coldly at him. “Where is the purple wisteria in Qingqing’s room?”
Xiao Yang scratched his head, feeling somewhat embarrassed and guilty. The pot of flowers was the only item in Qingqing’s room, and it was taken out by him and then stolen. There was no way to return it. He said, “Brother Fu, let me explain…”
Fu Chen interrupted coldly, “Where is it?!”
He looked as if he were the King of Hell, with a black face that didn’t even listen to explanations, making people tremble with fear.
Xiao Yang immediately pushed the blame, “Liang Zhiyu took it away. Brother Fu, I told him not to take it, but that old fox secretly took it away. It’s not my fault.”
Fu Chen cast a sharp gaze at him and coldly said, “I’ll deal with you when I get back.”
The system said that the flower was the key to Qingqing’s awakening, so he carefully placed the small purple wisteria next to the crystal coffin and took care of it, checking on it almost every day.
He went on a distant mission, and the flower was stolen. It made him so angry that he almost went crazy.
When he returned to the Jingzhou Base, he hadn’t even rested before he hurriedly went to the Snowfield Base, ordering his subordinates to drive the car like a rocket to catch up with Liang Zhiyu.
The noon sun was scorching, and it made the skin burn. The purple wisteria in the car was exposed to the sunlight, making her very uncomfortable all over.
Qingqing hung her branches, feeling very annoyed. If she continued to be exposed like this, she would wither. How annoying.
While she was complaining, a shadow covered the scorching sunlight. Qingqing lifted her branches and saw Liang Zhiyu standing outside the car, blocking all
the light for her, staring at her thoughtfully.
Qingqing was creeped out by his gaze. Suddenly, the corner of the man’s lips curved, and he leaned in through the car window to pick her up.
The subordinates who were resting and chatting and eating on the side saw Liang Zhiyu taking the flower out and bringing it to a shady spot, even using his hands to carefully water it. They stared at him in astonishment with wide eyes.
The battle between humans and zombies was recorded in history, and it was heard that several leaders of the bases lost their loved ones. Especially their Snowfield Base’s leader, Liang Zhiyu, aged in an instant. Many women shed endless tears for this man, feeling extreme heartache for him.
Several years had passed, and their leader had not married, nor did he show any interest in other women. Now, he was looking at a pot of flowers with tender eyes. It had to be said that it looked very strange.
Leader, could he have gone mad?
Liang Zhiyu didn’t know that his subordinates’ minds were spinning in circles, looking at him with complex expressions.
He watered the small purple wisteria and saw that it was in better condition. He lightly touched its branches and leaves with his fingers, but as soon as he made contact, it immediately retracted its branches and leaves, avoiding his touch.
Liang Zhiyu narrowed his eyes slightly, a curious smile playing at the corner of his lips. Perhaps he hadn’t guessed wrong.
“Little one, is it you?”
If Qingqing could express emotions, she would definitely show an indignant expression. Fu Chen had never touched her branches and leaves, yet this man dared to lay hands on her.
Liang Zhiyu’s attractive fox-like eyes softened, and he gently said, “Are you angry?”
He chuckled lightly and said, “I remember you owe me an answer. Would you like to go to the Snowfield Base? Shall I take you there to play?”
The subordinates looked at Liang Zhiyu talking to himself, their expressions becoming even more complex, as if witnessing another madman.
It was said that after losing his loved one, Fu Chen, the big shot of the Jingzhou Base, had become insane. They never expected that their leader would also have mental problems, talking to a mutated plant that couldn’t understand human speech.
While the subordinates were speculating whether their leader had gone crazy, another madman came chasing after him.
Fu Chen had surrounded the Snowfield Base all by himself. He jumped down from the car, his expression sinister and terrifying, and immediately unleashed his lightning-based abilities, directly striking towards Liang Zhiyu.
Now that the zombies were gone, the major bases had communication and interaction. The leaders used to be good friends, although their interests were involved and their relationship was not excellent, it hadn’t reached the point of resorting to violence.
Fu Chen’s arrival was an extraordinary display of his abilities, catching people off guard. Liang Zhiyu seemed to have been prepared in advance. The space in front of him distorted for a moment, and the lightning-based ability disappeared into thin air.
The subordinates snapped back to their senses and stared at Fu Chen with vigilance, feeling especially nervous.
Fu Chen was incredibly powerful and terrifying. All of them combined were probably no match for him. They had no idea why he was so enraged and didn’t even give a greeting before attacking.
Liang Zhiyu held the flower pot and looked at Fu Chen. His attractive face carried a gentle smile, distant and indifferent as he said, “There’s no need to resort to violence directly.”
Fu Chen reached out towards him, word by word saying, “Give… it… back… to… me.”
The atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly turned chilly, with dark clouds blocking the sunlight. Purple lightning intertwined within the dense clouds, spreading a terrifying aura in the air.
The people from the Snowfield Base were scared to death. They looked at Fu Chen with solemn expressions, realizing that this man was truly insane. It was just a pot of flowers, yet he had murderous intentions.
Liang Zhiyu wasn’t afraid of Fu Chen, but he sensed that the small purple wisteria had become noticeably more active since Fu Chen appeared.
He walked over while holding the flower pot and returned the small purple wisteria to its owner.
Fu Chen took the flower without saying a word, turned around, and left. He got into the off-road vehicle, leaving behind a trail of dust as he disappeared.
The bewildered subordinates, who had eaten a mouthful of dust, were at a loss. Fu Chen had chased all the way here for a pot of flowers, and their leader had just handed it back to him like that.
Liang Zhiyu watched the off-road vehicle disappear into the distance, let out a sigh, and turned around, saying, “Let’s go back.”
The off-road vehicle sped recklessly on the highway, and the flower pot placed on the passenger seat trembled slightly. The branches and leaves of the small purple wisteria quivered as if dancing.
Qingqing felt a bit dizzy. If she were in human form, she would probably vomit. This man wasn’t driving, he was clearly piloting a fighter jet.
No, no, if this continues, she’ll have to turn over and roll under the seat. With a sharp braking sound, the flower pot, under the force, leaned forward uncontrollably, on the verge of falling from the passenger seat.
A hand caught the falling flower pot. The man’s large hand cradled the flower pot and held it up to his eyes.
Fu Chen stared at the small purple wisteria flowers in the pot with his deep black eyes, not blinking, as if trying to see something through them.
Qingqing instantly tensed up, feeling as if she was being stared at by a wild beast.
Fu Chen’s powerful aura was overwhelming, making it difficult to breathe freely under his intense gaze.
In the past, Qingqing would have been excited and wrapped her branches and leaves around him, hoping that he would recognize her soon so she could return to her body and be reborn.
But after being left alone in the room for a month, she didn’t want to pay attention to him anymore.
In any case, she was angry and didn’t want to acknowledge him, making him suffer for a few more days.
Fu Chen’s gaze was deep as he stared at the small purple wisteria. The system said that this mutated plant was the key to Qingqing waking up, and he hadn’t told anyone. Even Xiao Yang only thought it was an ornamental flower.
Liang Zhiyu suddenly took the flower away, so he must have discovered something.
It had been four years, and he had been enduring each day, eagerly awaiting the day Qingqing would wake up.
He had also doubted whether the system was deceiving him, but he was powerless and could only wait.
The previously pretending-to-be-dead Qingqing looked at the man with slightly red eyes and a look of sadness and despair. Her tender heart felt a sharp pain, as if stabbed by a sharp knife.
Fu Chen, you’re such a fool. I’m right in front of you, alive and well.
Qingqing reached out her branches and touched the man’s handsome face, her gentle actions filled with comfort. Discover the secret quickly and wake me up.
Fu Chen had never paid attention to this strange plant before. For some reason, at this moment, he felt as if Qingqing was right in front of him, and his distinctly jointed hand held her branches.
Perhaps he missed her too much, leading to the illusion of holding Qingqing’s hand.
The two branches of the small purple wisteria held his face like hands, as if comforting him, and the flowers swayed gently.
Fu Chen quickly regained his composure, securing the purple wisteria in the passenger seat with a seatbelt. This time, he drove neither fast nor slow, slowly making his way back to the Jingzhou Base.
Life is not easy, Qingqing sighed.
Plants really aren’t cut out for this. They’re either bored or bored.
Fu Chen brought her back to the Jingzhou Base and placed her back in her original spot. In the past, he would only stare at her body, but now he spared her a few glances, watering her more diligently and wiping her with a damp cloth.
This wiping was similar to helping someone bathe, and Qingqing endured the embarrassment, refraining from hitting his face with her branches.
Every day, she waited for Fu Chen’s kiss, hoping against hope. She thought she would spend her life like this, but one day, while he was “bathing” her, he accidentally brushed against her and kissed her.
Then, everything went dark, and she lost consciousness.
…
It’s so cold, she’s freezing to death. Why is it so cold? The place she was in was supposed to have a constant temperature.
Qingqing struggled to open her eyes, and her vision slowly cleared, revealing a mirror in front of her. A sudden realization struck her mind.
The crystal glass coffin reflected her appearance.
She was lying inside, wearing a complex white gown. Cold mist surrounded her, and the extremely low temperature made her shiver.
Qingqing stared blankly. Did she return to her body?
She tried to lift her hands, but her body had been inactive for so long that she couldn’t move. Footsteps approached, the familiar sound echoing closer. Her heartbeat accelerated, as if it was going to jump out of her chest. Instinctively, she closed her eyes.
A faint sound of automatic opening filled the air as his substantial gaze fell upon her. He spoke to her as usual, expressing affectionate words, and then leaned down to place a gentle and affectionate kiss on her forehead.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly as she opened her eyes.
Fu Chen had just straightened up and was met with a pair of beautiful eyes, completely stunned. He thought he was still in a dream.
Qingqing blinked her eyes, her confusion mixed with innocence, smiling as she spoke, “Brother?”
As if it were their first meeting, she had lost her memory, and the first person she saw was him, mistaking him for her brother and becoming dependent on him.
Fu Chen’s dark eyes were profound as he reached out and pinched her chin, directly kissing her, sighing softly, “Little sister, let your brother kiss you.”
“?”
Qingqing blushed instantly, a mix of embarrassment and anger, and pushed him away. “Brothers don’t kiss their sisters. Move away.”
Fu Chen lifted her out of the crystal coffin, closed it, and then pressed her down, forcefully kissing her, ignoring her struggles, kissing her wildly.
At first, Qingqing resisted, but in the end, her body became weak and powerless. She collapsed into his arms, her lips coloured with a tinge of blood, swollen and enchanting like a withered petal.
He didn’t let her go, directly taking her right there.
Time seemed irrelevant to them as it passed. She fell asleep and woke up again, and he continued to torment her, receiving her angry scolding, yet never retreating.
It seemed like he wanted to devour her, swallow her whole, only then would he feel her presence.
Qingqing was completely drained of energy, being carried by him out of the room. Along the way, she buried her head in his embrace, afraid of being seen by others.
Xiao Yang was planning to visit Qingqing, but when he saw Fu Chen carrying someone out, his eyes glazed over.
Fu Chen didn’t even look at him, striding with long legs as he carried her back to the office. Much later, he lifted her out of the bathtub and placed her on the bed, gently drying her hair.
After she woke up, he continued to hold her in his arms and feed her. From dressing her to eating, she didn’t move a finger.
Qingqing was completely awake and wanted to go out after a week. Originally, she was desperate to get out of the flowerpot and roam freely. But after waking up, she was imprisoned in the room by him. Forget about going out, she rarely even had the chance to be fully awake.
“Fine,” Fu Chen agreed to let her go out, but with a condition, “Get the marriage certificate first.”
Qingqing was puzzled, “Marriage certificate?”
Was there still an institution for issuing marriage certificates in the apocalypse?
Fu Chen said lightly, “It has always been there.”
Whether you get married early or late, it still requires a stamp. Qingqing didn’t mind, the only requirement was to put on beautiful makeup and dress especially nicely.
The office hours of the registration institution were at nine o’clock, but his domineering self-made someone get out of bed and come to the office to stamp the certificate for him.
Fu Chen took both certificates and put them away, saying she would lose them and it would be best if he kept them hidden.
“I want to see it again,” Qingqing said. It was her first time getting a marriage certificate and she hadn’t seen enough.
Fu Chen refused, as the girl in the photo had a shallow smile that was too captivating, making people want to possess her in a domineering manner and not allow anyone to pry.
“I’ll just take a quick look, just one look,” Qingqing begged with her eyes.
Fu Chen embraced her and kissed her on the lips. “Be good, you can look later.”
He was afraid he couldn’t resist.
On the way back, Fu Chen asked, “What kind of wedding do you want?”
“Any kind is fine, right?”
“Okay,” he said, filled with indulgence.
Qingqing smirked mischievously, “I’ll be the groom, and you’ll be the bride.”
“…”
In the end, he gave a one-word answer.
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You are the blessing bestowed upon me by heaven, and also the inevitable fate of my life.
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