Fu Yinli: !
Ruan Zhe: !
“It really works!”
Ruan Zhe immediately felt energized again and stood up.
Fu Yinli walked over as well and grabbed her hand, frowning. “Are you okay?”
But Ruan Zhe didn’t notice the concern in his eyes—or more precisely, she didn’t focus on him at all, nor on the hand he was holding.
Instead, she grabbed his hand and placed it on the log.
“I’m fine. Try it. Just tell yourself you really want this thing to enter the farm.”
Ruan Zhe, familiar with all kinds of “cheat ability” tropes, quickly understood what was going on. It was probably just a matter of willpower combined with physical contact. Why it hadn’t worked before, she still couldn’t figure out.
Fu Yinli hesitated, then let her guide his hand onto the wood. He focused hard, trying to make the log enter the farm—but nothing happened.
“Sorry… I can’t help you share this burden,” he said a little disappointed.
Ruan Zhe, however, laughed loudly, hands on her hips. “What do I do? The golden finger really favors me alone. Don’t take it to heart.”
She looked genuinely happy.
Fu Yinli watched her hand being let go, then lowered his gaze. He leaned slightly closer and said, “I’m not taking it to heart. You said it’s a golden finger, but I’m afraid you’ll have to pay some price for it. I’m sorry… wife. You’re bearing everything yourself. As your husband, I’m not qualified.”
In all those novels, golden fingers were supposed to have no side effects, right?
Ruan Zhe hadn’t thought that far at all. But right now, his face—usually expressionless—was filled with concern. His usually emotionless eyes were fixed on her with rare intensity.
He was the first person in either of her lives—before or after transmigration—who truly showed such clear concern for her.
That feeling stirred something in her.
Her heart skipped.
She took a step back, pressing a hand to her chest. “Hey, don’t worry. It’s a good thing. If you really feel bad, just work harder.”
“Then treat me like livestock,” Fu Yinli said in a low voice.
Oh my god—why did something so outrageous sound so… heart-fluttering when he said it?
Ruan Zhe quickly turned away and crouched down again to continue collecting wood. “Don’t rush, don’t rush.”
Wherever her hand passed, the ground was emptied. She even collected some small branches.
But soon, she stood up again, feeling dizzy.
Fu Yinli caught her immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Uh… seems like there really is a side effect. I’m exhausted.”
“Go lie down.” Without hesitation, Fu Yinli crouched and took off her shoes.
Her perspective suddenly rose, and all Ruan Zhe could think was: here it comes—the classic CEO-style princess treatment.
Fu Yinli carried her back into the RV and placed her on the seat. Then he lowered the bed and moved her onto it.
“If anything feels wrong, you must tell me,” he said.
“Mm,” she nodded weakly. “Don’t worry, I won’t push myself. Because my strength is already gone.”
She waited for his reaction.
He looked helpless, his usual expression still calm, but his voice was serious. “If I were strong enough, I wouldn’t have let you suffer so much.”
He believed her earlier hardships were due to her wanting a divorce, and now in the apocalypse, she still had to carry everything because of him.
Fu Yinli felt deeply guilty.
Ruan Zhe pulled the blanket over her head and muttered from inside, “You really are an unfunny old man.”
He really didn’t get jokes.
Fu Yinli froze slightly. “Old?”
Silently, he tucked her in properly. “Teach me.”
Seeing her curled up like a turtle, he got out of the RV.
He had already fully accepted the apocalypse now and was quietly planning ahead. But the RV always transported them to unknown places—plans rarely matched reality.
If they could live in that farm forever, it didn’t sound bad.
But before that, they had to survive.
Fu Yinli clenched his fists and began training. He punched at the trees in front of him, striking repeatedly from different angles until he was drenched in sweat.
Then he picked up a knife and moved to another tree, chopping and swinging again.
After that, he did push-ups.
Only then did he wash himself with slightly warmed water by the fire, extinguish the flames, and return to the RV.
He first checked on Ruan Zhe.
She was deeply asleep—unlike the past few days when she woke easily—but there were faint dark circles under her eyes, and her lips looked unnaturally pale.
The ability to store things in the farm was good.
But it was consuming her energy.
Fu Yinli raised his hand, stopping just above her lips, then gently traced their shape without touching her.
Finally, he sat in the driver’s seat holding his knife.
When Ruan Zhe woke, it was already 10 a.m. the next day.
She felt fine, but her stomach was loudly protesting.
As soon as she sat up, Fu Yinli brought in breakfast: two fried eggs, two sandwiches, and a glass of milk.
So he had cooked outside—no wonder she hadn’t heard anything. Sleeping in the forest really was unusually peaceful.
“Next time, let’s eat something Chinese for breakfast,” she said. “Like noodle soup or pancakes?”
Then she quickly added, “Wait… is that too much trouble for you?”
She shouldn’t be making demands. Having food at all was already good enough.
Fu Yinli replied, “I remember we still have flour. I’ll try.”
She finished breakfast in a few bites, washed up quickly, and got dressed.
Even though the sun was out, they were still heavily dressed.
Ruan Zhe wore full outdoor gear—tight windbreaker, lowered hood, mask covering most of her face, waterproof gloves, and rain boots.
Fu Yinli had fewer clothes. He wore a simple inner layer and a patterned jacket, with a floral scarf wrapped around his head and face. He also had work gloves, a raincoat, and rain boots.
Ruan Zhe laughed. “You look like you’re about to debut in a global fashion magazine. Everyone will learn from CEO Fu’s style.”
“Then I can only say it was styled by my wife—and we’ll both get laughed at,” Fu Yinli replied, rarely joking.
Ruan Zhe laughed even harder.
They took their tools and weapons and headed out.
She even shoved a few bags into his hands. “Very cold joke. Let’s go pick mushrooms.”
The weather was better today, and mushrooms were popping up everywhere.
Ruan Zhe taught him which ones were safe—mainly pine mushrooms and hazel mushrooms. Anything unfamiliar was strictly off-limits.
They also gathered fern shoots and wild green onions.
Whenever they saw firewood, she casually stored it into the farm.
Fu Yinli’s hands were soon full. The forest was rich in resources and rarely visited by humans, so even a short walk filled all their bags.
Ruan Zhe walked slightly ahead, tapping the ground with a stick.
Suddenly she raised her voice. “Fu Yinli, come look—”
But before she could finish, her mouth was covered from behind.
Fu Yinli pulled her into a half-embrace and motioned for her to look down.