doomsday shelter

Chapter 16：Flirting Handbook

As Song Yunian packed the food, Hao Yaowu had already left. Sitting on the sofa, Song Yunian was filled with distress, not just about today's events, but also about the recent interactions. He pondered if his affection for Liang Jiajia stemmed solely from fulfilling his late father's wishes?

However, upon reflection, he acknowledged Liang Jiajia's deep affection for him and her attentive care. In such dire times, where everyone yearned for ample food and security, who could afford to prioritize others' needs? Especially for a young girl? Had he been too harsh on her? Contemplating this, Song Yunian felt profound remorse and resolved to sincerely apologize to Liang Jiajia.

Approaching Liang Jiajia's door, he found it locked. He knocked three times and called out, "Jiajia, it's me! Open the door!" There was no response, so he knocked three more times.

Liang Jiajia's voice from inside the room scolded, "Stop knocking. Go be with them!"

Song Yunian chuckled, "How can I be with them? You are my wife! I can only be with you!"

Liang Jiajia retorted, "Nonsense! Who's your wife? Go away!"

Despite his pride and talent, Song Yunian had seen some online videos about "courting techniques" during his university days. He had never stooped to use such tactics. Yet here he was, resorting to them. How to appease an angered woman? Persistently plead and bombard with sweet words.

Continuing to knock, Song Yunian said, "Jiajia, I was wrong! Darling, forgive me! I know you've been good to me! It was indeed my fault just now! There won't be a next time!" After repeating these sweet words a dozen times, the door finally opened with a creak.

With disheveled hair and tear streaks on her face, Liang Jiajia pouted as she appeared at the door. Song Yunian felt a pang of sympathy and remembered the "courting techniques" for such situations. He immediately pulled her tender body into his embrace, offering warmth and solace to the injured girl.

Gently smoothing Liang Jiajia's hair with his palm, Song Yunian said, "Jiajia, you are my wonderful wife. I promise to heed your advice in the future and never lose my temper with you again. Can you forgive me?"

Already deeply disappointed with Song Yunian, the man she had fallen for at first sight, Liang Jiajia found him increasingly unreasonable, always prioritizing others, repeatedly giving away their limited resources to complete strangers without considering her feelings.

Yet paradoxically, it was this man, with his robust physique, broad shoulders, and resolute gaze, who provided Liang Jiajia with the safety and security she needed as a woman. As if with him by her side, even hordes of zombies were no cause for concern.

Unable to resist the bombardment of sweet words from the man, Liang Jiajia's heart melted the moment Song Yunian embraced her. Her eyes, which had just dried up, welled up with tears again.

Hao Yaowu, failing to secure provisions, hadn't returned home by noon. He wandered around the small supermarket and amusement park with a gnawing hunger. In the afternoon, he went straight to Villa No. 2 to join Song Yunian, Zhang Jian, and the others.

Song Yunian asked, "Didn't you get food at noon? Where did you go?" Saying this, he handed over a bag to him.

Hao Yaowu, famished, reluctantly took the bag, "Thanks, Brother! I'll kill more zombies this afternoon!"

Zhang Jian inquired, "Did you have lunch? Why do you look unwell?"

Hao Yaowu chuckled, "I did, but didn't eat enough. We're all economizing on meals, aren't we?"

Song Yunian rebuked, "What's the point of eating? Do you think you can hide it from Dr. Zhang? I've noticed. We're all brothers facing adversity together. We should help each other. Go back, have something to eat, and come back!"

Zhang Jian's wife, Xu Xiaoli, said, "No need to go back. I'll cook something for Xiaohao in the kitchen! It'll be ready soon!"

Hearing everyone's words, Hao Yaowu was overwhelmed with emotion. He had started working at sixteen and had endured all sorts of hardships during his ten years in the real estate industry. Except for the tears he shed when begging Song Yunian to open the gate for his family to enter the estate last time, this was the second time he had cried in ten years.

Just as Xu Xiaoli was about to enter the kitchen, Yuan Hui arrived, carrying a food box. With her slightly plump figure, she walked slowly, muttering curses, "Hao Yaowu, you ghost, where did you disappear to at noon?"