Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 693 The Apocalypse (15)

After being away for several days, Yan Zhen returned to the shelter, ate and drank her fill, took a shower, and went to sleep.

Yan Zhen didn't wake up until it was almost dark outside. When he opened his eyes, there was someone sitting on the sofa in the room.

It is Xu Songfeng.

He was playing a Tetris game console. Yan Zhen remembered that he had found this thing in the warehouse of an abandoned supermarket more than a month ago when Jing Chen was on a mission. It took him two days to repair it.

Hearing Yan Zhen wake up, Xu Songfeng turned his head and asked with a frown, "Who is that person living in our house?"

"His name is Lin Yu," Yan Zhen explained Lin Yu's identity. "Be polite to him; he's very useful."

Xu Songfeng's eyes flickered: "I heard he was your ex-boyfriend."

Yan Zhen asked, "Did Jing Chen say that?"

"..."

Yan Zhen got out of bed and flicked Xu Songfeng on the head as he passed by: "Stop asking about these things. Lin Yu won't stay here for long. He'll leave once he's healed."

Hearing Yan Zhen say that, Xu Songfeng visibly breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Yan Zhen washed his face and stepped out of the room, where he smelled the aroma of food.

She walked to the kitchen doorway, which had been cleared out, and saw Jing Chen cooking with his back to her. Braised pork was simmering in the iron pot, emitting a rich aroma.

Jing Chen was injured, and his bald head was still wrapped in gauze. From behind, he looked like a poor laborer exploited by capitalists.

Yan Zhen didn't have the habit of exploiting his subordinates. He walked in and said, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, so rest well and don't cook."

Jing Chen paused in his chopping, turned to look at her, and said, "It's nothing, this little injury is nothing. If I didn't cook, what reason would I have to come here? After all, I can't compare to those people who can move into the first-class area as soon as they arrive at the shelter."

Meeting Jing Chen's resentful gaze, Yan Zhen felt a headache coming on: "Are you complaining that I treat you and Lin Yu differently?"

Jing Chen turned around and continued chopping vegetables: "Is that right?"

Yan Zhen: "..."

She glanced at the pot of braised pork, which was larger than before, clearly indicating that Lin Yu's portion had also been made. In the end, she said nothing and left the kitchen.

Yan Zhen originally planned to go find Lao Mao to discuss the installation of photovoltaic panels, but when he got to the living room, he found Lin Yu struggling to come out of the bathroom, one hand clutching his abdomen and the other supporting himself against the wall.

He struggled to walk even a short distance, and his forehead was covered in a fine sheen of sweat from the pain.

Yan Zhen quickly walked over and supported him: "Are you alright?"

Lin Yu, panting heavily, shook his head honestly: "It seems the wound has reopened."

As he spoke, he released his hand from his abdomen, revealing a faint red stain through the gauze.

Yan Zhen immediately helped Lin Yu back to his room and brought over new gauze and medicine to re-bandage his wound.

Yan Zhen cut off the old gauze wrapped around her abdomen, wiped away the blood seeping from the wound, disinfected it, applied medicine, and then bandaged it with clean gauze. While cleaning the wound, Yan Zhen chatted with Lin Yu.

The topic was nothing more than that "amnesiac" past.

Lin Yu seemed to miss the past quite a bit. After Yan Zhen finished bandaging his wounds, the distance between the two disappeared considerably.

"You've changed a lot." Lin Yu looked at Yan Zhen packing her medicine kit and said with emotion, "You weren't this strong before. You must have suffered a lot these past few years since the apocalypse."

Yan Zhen smiled and slowed down his movements: "In this world, no one lives without suffering."

"That's true."

After chatting for a few minutes, Yan Zhen asked, seemingly casually, "How have you been these past few years since the apocalypse?"

“I’ve always been in the military. When I’m busy, I’m risking my life. When I’m not busy, I’m probably better off than ordinary survivors. The military provides food and clothing, so I don’t have to worry about food and clothing.”

Yan Zhen said, "In the past few years, I have heard some things about the military. I heard that the military maintains order very well. They established a safe zone in the second year of the apocalypse, and there is still a pharmaceutical production factory."

These things weren't a secret, but when Yan Zhen mentioned them, Lin Yu still became alert: "Yes, but the raw materials for medicines are scarce, and the quantity produced is limited. Currently, they are only used internally by the military."

Lin Yu didn't show it on his face, but Yan Zhen was very perceptive. She sensed the subtle resistance in his attitude and said with a smile, "I know, don't worry. I don't want to ask the army for medicine through you. There's an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor in the shelter. He took the lead in planting a herb garden. We can treat our own minor ailments like headaches and fevers."

Lin Yu felt a little embarrassed when Yan Zhen saw through his thoughts and wiped his nose. "Sorry."

Yan Zhen picked up the medicine box: "It's okay, you should rest well and try to move around as little as possible. I'll bring your dinner in later."

"Okay, thank you."

Yan Zhen left with her medicine box. As she reached the door, she seemed to remember something and turned to look at Lin Yu: "You must have a high rank in the army."

This is not a question, but a statement.

Lin Yu paused, then asked instead of answering, "Why are you asking this?"

Yan Zhen smiled, didn't answer, and left after closing the door.

She almost bumped into someone as soon as she stepped out of the room.

Looking up, she saw Jing Chen holding a spatula, his expression a restrained version of gritted teeth, staring angrily at her.

Yan Zhen: What are you doing?

"...I'm calling you to eat."

"Just because you asked me to eat doesn't mean I should. What's with that look on your face?"

Yan Zhen pushed him away and was about to put the medicine box back when her wrist was grabbed.

She turned around, and Jing Chen held her hand tightly, his expression extremely conflicted.

A few seconds later, he put the spatula on the shelf next to him, said, "Come with me, I have something to say," and dragged Yan Zhen to the backyard.

It was just getting dark, with the last rays of sunlight still lingering on the horizon.

To save electricity, the lights in the shelter are not turned on until it is completely dark. When Yan Zhen was "wall-pinned" against the wall by Jing Chen, he looked at him with a hint of disbelief.

She was reflecting on whether she had been too agreeable lately, which emboldened Jing Chen to block her here, acting like a domineering CEO trying to force his love on her.

"Actually, I'm your boyfriend." Jing Chen looked into Yan Zhen's eyes and said seriously.

Yan Zhen: "..."

Her expression clearly said, "Are you crazy?"

Jing Chen was not surprised that she did not believe him, and said, "You are not from this world. You come from a space simulated by divine consciousness."

Jing Chen spent five minutes briefly explaining to Yan Zhen where she came from and why she came to this world.

After listening, Yan Zhen lowered his head and remained silent for a full three minutes before asking, "You mean to say that you and I both come from a place called 'Quick Transmigration Division,' and the reason we came here is to carry out a mission?"

"Yes."

"Did I lose my memory because the Quick Transmigration Division's system was hacked and lost contact with the main system?"

"Yes."

Yan Zhen narrowed his eyes, relaxed his body and leaned against the wall behind him, crossed his arms and said with a half-smile, "Such a familiar setting and trope. You must be a loyal user of Qi Mao Novels?"

Jing Chen: "..."