Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

Upon hearing this, Instructor Lin visibly breathed a sigh of relief, a look of satisfaction appearing on his face.

He looked intently at the cryogenic storage box, marked with a biohazard symbol, which his team members were carefully unloading from the vehicle.

"That's great! This batch of vaccines is crucial! Thank you for your hard work!"

Then, his gaze returned to Liu Yunshu's side, finally settling on Chu Sheng.

His brows furrowed slightly, his expression revealing obvious doubt and scrutiny.

"This is... a newly rescued survivor? How badly injured are they? Should we arrange for immediate examination and isolation?"

Seeing that Chu Sheng was covered in filth and had unusual red marks on his skin, he instinctively categorized him as someone who needed treatment and quarantine.

Just then, Lin Yang, who was helping to unload the goods and had been listening intently to what was happening, came over.

Whether from excessive excitement or a momentary lapse of judgment, he blurted out, "..." in a loud voice:

"Reporting, Instructor! This is what Captain Liu brought back—a third house!"

The shout of "Sanfang" was so clear, loud, and resounding.

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it suddenly exploded at the entrance of the base, which had just become a little noisy due to the return of the convoy!

In an instant, it was as if a mute button had been pressed.

The team members who were moving supplies around them all stopped in their tracks.

The box he was carrying stopped in mid-air;

The pen tip poked at the paper as the handover and registration process was underway;

Even the medical staff who were disinfecting and bandaging the wounded couldn't help but look up.

All eyes turned to the eye of the storm—Liu Yunshu, and the three men beside her.

An eerie silence filled the air, broken only by the distant sound of flags fluttering in the wind.

And countless suppressed, extremely curious gazes focused on them like searchlights.

Everyone's face was filled with shock, astonishment, disbelief, and a burning desire for gossip.

Post-apocalyptic survival is thrilling enough, but who would have thought there would be a live-streamed "emotional drama" like this?!

Chu Sheng, however, seemed completely oblivious to the sudden "attention from all" and the almost palpable awkwardness that had descended upon him.

He even met Instructor Lin's instantly frozen expression and the countless gazes around him.

She raised a smile that was even more innocent and harmless, even a little shy and bashful, her dark red eyes sparkling as if filled with stars.

He bowed slightly, introducing himself to Instructor Lin and to everyone around him who was listening intently:

"Hello everyone, my name is Chu Sheng."

He paused, the smile on his lips deepening.

His gaze shifted to Liu Yunshu beside him, his eyes filled with undisguised dependence and pride.

"This is my sister's 'third wife'. Please take good care of her from now on."

He spoke so matter-of-factly, so frankly and directly.

It seems that "third wife" is not a term that carries a mocking, awkward, or even derogatory connotation.

Rather, it is a formal identity title that is worth showing off.

His obedient yet self-righteous demeanor, coupled with his exquisite features and dark red eyes that couldn't be concealed even by his filth, made him stand out.

This creates an extremely strong, absurd yet captivating sense of contrast.

Instructor Lin's lips twitched violently twice, to a degree visible to the naked eye.

That usually calm and composed face was now filled with confusion and helplessness, as if asking, "Who am I? Where am I? What am I hearing?"

He had lived most of his life, weathered storms, and seen the true nature of people, but this was truly the first time he had encountered such a scene.

In front of so many people at the base, to so openly and so proudly announce that he is the "third wife"?!

In this apocalyptic world, have people's moral values ​​and shamelessness evolved to such an absurd degree?!

He had lived most of his life and had never seen anyone openly declare themselves as the "third wife" in front of so many people.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down twice with difficulty.

His gaze involuntarily swept quickly across the three faces.

Liu Yunshu's expression remained calm, seemingly acquiescing.

Qin Zheng's face darkened further, but he did not deny it.

Li Xin rolled her eyes, looking frustrated and saying, "I knew it."

Finally, the gaze returned to Chu Sheng's handsome face, which was etched with "sincerity" and "taking it for granted."

Instructor Lin felt a throbbing pain in his temples, and his years of honed interpersonal skills and adaptability almost completely failed him at that moment.

"Uh... this... Comrade Chu, right?"

Instructor Lin chuckled twice, his voice sounding somewhat unsteady.

He forced himself to look away, refusing to see the expressions of his teammates around him, who were either barely holding back their laughter or looking shocked.

They tried to steer the conversation back to a "serious" level.

"Welcome... welcome to our base."

"Since Yun Shu brought them back, then let them settle in comfortably for now. If they need anything, just let the logistics department know."

"Um... these injuries you have, shouldn't we have the medical staff examine and treat them properly?"

He was rambling incoherently and could only try to avoid the thorny term "third wife".

He tried to end this unexpected "family reunion" drama, which made him feel a little embarrassed, in the most official tone.

Li Xin, who was standing to the side, couldn't stand it anymore. He crossed his arms and pouted at Instructor Lin.

His tone was full of disdain and contempt for Chu Sheng's behavior, but also carried a hint of helplessness, as if to say, "Don't waste your time, old man."

"Director Lin, please don't stand on ceremony with him, and don't bother thinking of words."

He glanced at Chu Sheng sideways, a wicked glint in his peach blossom eyes.

"This 'third brother' is shameless; whatever you say, he'll automatically interpret it as an affirmation of his 'identity'."

"Instead of arguing with him here, we should hurry up and have someone take him to wash up. He smells like this and will use up all the disinfectant the base has worked so hard to accumulate."

Upon hearing this, Chu Sheng was not annoyed. Instead, he gave Li Xin an even sweeter and more innocent smile and replied in a soft voice:

"Second brother is right. I should go and wash myself first, so as not to offend my sister and everyone at the base with my smell."

Li Xin shook his body and winked at Instructor Lin, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer—see, I was right, wasn't I?

Chu Sheng, however, seemed oblivious to the mockery in his eyes, and instead moved closer to Liu Yunshu.

Her dark red eyes were moist, and her tone carried just the right amount of grievance and obedience:

"Sister, I'm going to wash up. I'll be back to keep you company soon."

As he said this, he deliberately tilted his head slightly back, his long eyelashes fluttering gently.

With that face, slightly stained yet still exquisite, it looked like a small animal about to be temporarily abandoned by its owner.

Liu Yunshu paused slightly when he said "I'll stay with you".

Just as I was about to say "no need," I saw Chu Sheng turn to the medical staff next to him, his attitude humble and cooperative.

"Thank you for your help. My injuries aren't serious; I just got some insect fluid on me. It should be fine after washing it off."

His completely trusting and unguarded demeanor made the medical staff, who originally wanted to remind him of the "isolation and observation" requirement, feel embarrassed to say anything more.

He could only nod and lead him to the temporary wash area.

Watching Chu Sheng obediently follow the medical staff as they left, Li Xin sneered.

"Keep pretending! I want to see how long he can keep up this act."

This pretty boy is so good at manipulating people's hearts, especially Liu Yunshu, he's been hitting her with pinpoint accuracy.

Qin Zheng stood silently to the side, his gaze fixed on Chu Sheng's back.

Only after his figure disappeared around the corner did he slowly turn his gaze away.

"Deal with the supplies first."

He spoke in a deep voice, breaking the still-lingering gossip atmosphere.

"The vaccines were immediately sent to a dedicated cold storage facility. The vehicles were inspected and the personnel were allowed to rest. A brief meeting was held half an hour later to plan for subsequent security measures."

His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority.

The team members immediately came to their senses and dispersed in unison.

The noise at the entrance of the base gradually returned to order, with only occasional hushed whispers about the "three houses" still audible.

Liu Yunshu rubbed her temples. The commotion Chu Sheng had just caused left her feeling exhausted and somewhat amused.

She turned to Instructor Lin, whose expression was complex, smiled apologetically, and said in a helpless tone:

"Director Lin, you must be laughing at me. He's... young and doesn't quite understand social etiquette, so he speaks rather bluntly."

She tried to find a barely plausible reason for Chu Sheng's shocking words and actions.

Upon hearing this, Instructor Lin quickly waved his hand.

The initial shock and embarrassment on his face have now been replaced by understanding gained from experience and a touch of helpless tolerance.

He sighed, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Qin Zheng and Li Xin, who were also busy but whose auras were clearly off.

Then he leaned closer to Liu Yunshu, lowering his voice even further, with an elder's concern and a hint of barely concealed curiosity:

"Sigh, in this world, being able to survive and stick together for warmth is the biggest 'rule'; everything else... is trivial. But..."

He paused, his eyes darting between Liu Yunshu and the two men, and whispered a question.

"Didn't the two of them... react at all? Didn't they make a scene?"

He could see it clearly: Qin Zheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and Li Xin was practically overflowing with jealousy.

Liu Yunshu coughed lightly when asked the question, a rare, faint look of embarrassment flashing across her face.

She subconsciously looked up and glanced in the direction of Qin Zheng and Li Xin.

Qin Zheng had his back to her, speaking in a deep voice to a squad leader, his profile hard and cold.

Li Xin was squatting beside a car tire, holding tools in his hand, but he was clearly distracted.

His eyes kept glancing towards the wash area, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

Just as she was about to speak, a steady yet undeniable voice interrupted the delicate whispers.

It's Qin Zheng.

He had finished explaining things at some point and turned around.

His gaze calmly met that of Instructor Lin and Liu Yunshu, his voice remaining steady and professional:

"Mr. Lin, the most important thing right now is to ensure the safe storage of the vaccines and the immediate deployment of alerts at the base."

His gaze swept over the team members around him, who had largely returned to normal and were each performing their duties.

That gaze carried an invisible pressure, causing even the last few curious glances to hastily retreat.

"Inventory inventory, treatment of the wounded, and verification of the defense line—these all need to be implemented immediately. As for the rest..."

He paused, his speaking speed remained the same, but each word was clear and forceful, carrying a specific meaning.

"Personal matters need not be discussed excessively as long as they do not affect the normal operation and security of the base."

These words, though seemingly ordinary, subtly echoed his earlier statement to Li Xin about "utilitarian considerations."

As long as Chu Sheng doesn't cause trouble and can contribute, the temporary "identity farce" is not worth getting too entangled in.

However, upon closer observation, one can discern the subtle differences in his speech.

His jawline was still taut, and his thin lips were pressed into a slightly hard, straight line.

Deep within those eyes, which were always calm and deep, lingered a melancholy and darkness.

The fact that his fingertips were unconsciously rubbing the hilt of the bayonet at his waist betrayed that he was not truly able to remain completely indifferent and unconcerned.