In a frigid apocalypse, she fed her boyfriend until he became a zombie king.

"Because the fact that he asked means he wants to know," Wen Chi said meaningfully. "The unknown is what makes people uneasy."

Fu Yan fell silent.

Wen Chi continued, "Do you have to wait until you can't hide it anymore before you confess? Usually, by then, you'll only be in a very passive position. It's better for you to choose a suitable time to explain things clearly, so at least you can control the situation."

After listening to these words, Fu Yan slowly nodded: "What you said makes sense."

Wen Chi sighed, "You're still too young. How old are you?"

Fu Yan said, "Twenty-three years old."

Wen Chi slapped his thigh: "Damn this apocalypse! Look what a bunch of kids have done to us. From now on, your uncle will protect you. See how low your emotional intelligence is?"

After saying that, he took a lollipop out of his pocket and handed it to Fu Yan.

Fu Yan was slightly taken aback. Wen Chi was the first person to treat him like a child; even his parents had never said, "You can rely on me."

He rarely caused any trouble from childhood to adulthood, and his mother often said that he was "considerate and kind".

She even said that the process of giving birth to Fu Yan was so smooth and the pain was so mild that she almost forgot about the birthing process.

In the first half of his life, being relied upon had long been an instinct for him. He even took over his father's business before graduating from university and single-handedly saved the company from collapse.

Looking back on his short life, Fu Yan suddenly realized that he and his parents were more like role-playing, each of them playing their roles perfectly.

Only Fu Xing is imperfect, and his parents in front of him are also imperfect. They get angry, argue, and get upset, but eventually they make up. Perhaps this is what real life is like.

Stepping outside that home, he was only himself from beginning to end, deeply immersed in the perfect plot, unable to see anything beyond the curtain.

But Fu Yan didn't understand why they should be treated differently since they were all his children.

He considers himself to be excellent and worthy of the title "filial piety".

"Feed." Wen Chi poked Fu Yan's face with the pointed end of a lollipop wrapper. "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Yan snapped out of his daze, took the candy, and said, "Thank you, Uncle."

"Are you going to take me home?" Wen Chi suddenly asked.

Fu Yan replied without hesitation, "Otherwise what?"

"That's great, I was planning to wander anyway." Wen Chi stood up. "Remember to check if I have any tracking devices inside me."

Fu Yan said, "The RV will automatically detect itself, so there's no need to worry."

Wen Chi waved and said, "Let's go back to my room."

Fu Yan instructed, "Once you enter District 11, you can no longer eat meat."

"I didn't eat it anyway, it's disgusting." Wen Chi added as he walked up the stairs, "Prepare a laboratory for me. I talked to Xiao Yuzai, and the aftereffects on the two brothers aren't looking good. I'll research how to treat them. I think I still have some professional knowledge left in my head. I must have been a healer in the past, or maybe even a medical genius, or maybe..."

Wen Chi's rambling voice disappeared at the top of the stairs.

Fu Yan shook his head helplessly, staring blankly at the night sky, repeatedly pondering Wen Chi's words.

Take the initiative to confess.

Yes, why can't we just be honest about it?

Humans have mouths because they need to speak.

Fu Yan suddenly realized that his act of sharing his life with Wenren Lei without permission was actually selfish and even despicable.

Is this forced giving truly out of love, or is it merely a way for the individual to seek psychological comfort?

He got up and went downstairs, intending to find an opportunity to confess these things and apologize to Wenren Lei properly.

On the way back to District 11, the train carriage was in complete chaos.

The three of them worked together to press Wen Chi into the chair, while Wenren Lei pinched her black contact lenses and shoved them hard into his eyes.

Wen Chi struggled so hard that he almost threw the other three people off balance.

Wenren Lei clung tightly to his eyelids, refusing to let go: "You're a zombie! You're afraid of having your eyes poked out?!"

Wen Chi shook his head and wailed, "So what if I'm naturally afraid?!"

Wenrenlei yelled, "If you move again, I'll have Brother Yan shock you!!!"

Wen Chi also yelled, "Then I won't move!!!!"

As if fighting a battle, Wenren Lei helped Wen Chi put on his colored contact lenses, and then collapsed on the carpet, panting heavily from exhaustion.

Fu Yan went to the kitchen, squeezed a glass of orange juice, and brought it over to Wenren Lei.

Wenren Lei immediately propped himself up and took a big gulp from Fu Yan's hand. A dog barked, and he turned to look at the open kitchen.

Maruko was squatting at the kitchen doorway, pawing back and forth with her two front paws, looking expectantly at Wenren Yu and Gu Zhengming inside, waiting for them to feed her.

Wen Chi lay on his side on the floor, propping his head up, deliberately blocking Wanzi's view, which made the puppy bark angrily.

Wenren Lei raised her voice and said, "Old Wen, don't bully my son."

Wen Chi pushed off the kitchen counter, and the corpse, still lying on its side, slowly slid down the floor, whistling at the two of them: "What did you call me?"

"Huh?" Wenren Lei was astonished. "So handsome?"

He immediately rolled off the carpet, lay down on the floor, and, imitating Wen Chi, slid around on the floor, shouting, "I'll call you Old Wen~"

Fu Yan sat on the carpet with one leg bent, propped up his chin with one hand, and smiled helplessly. The child who wanted to learn everything had encountered the most unreliable teacher.

Wen Chi glided after Wenren Lei and questioned, "Do you even know how to respect the elderly and care for the young?"

Wenren tearfully said, "Never mind."

Wen Chi began to chant: "Who brought you into this world? Who was it?..."

"Stop!" Wenren Lei interrupted him, "Your singing is awful."

Wen Chi chuckled, "Young bean, your singing is off-key." With that, he lifted one leg, pushed off the ground, and slowly glided away.

"I'll go!" Wenren Lei chased after him, "Don't call me by my nickname, my name is Wenren Lei!"

"Mind your own business, Little Golden Bean."

"Hey! Search it up: is assaulting an elder illegal?"

A1-V chuckled twice and quickly replied, "Nothing is illegal in the apocalypse."

The two, one human and one corpse, chased and slid across the floor. Maruko was drawn to them and, with her limbs raised and belly pressed against the ground, slid along with them.

The dumpling's belly was so round that its only point of contact was the tip of its belly, causing it to slide and spin at the same time, much like a turtle with its shell on the ground.

Fu Yan leaned back on the sofa and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Until Wenren Yu came out of the kitchen carrying a dog bowl and said calmly, "If you don't stand up within three seconds, you'll get a beating."

"Awoo!" Maruko reacted the fastest, "whoosh" and sprang up from the ground, rushing towards its zombie meat dog rice.

Wenren Lei jumped up and immediately complained, "Brother, look at him!"

Wen Chi turned and slid into his bedroom: "Who's been working so hard from dawn till dusk, bending their back like that?"

……

After returning to District 11, Wenren Yu plunged into the command center, dealing with a mountain of tasks and working herself to the bone.

Gu Zhengming couldn't bear to see him so tired, so he stayed in the command post and didn't come out.

After discussing it, the two dispatched two elite field teams to secretly search for information about Research Institute Zero.