Everything that happened today had been completely beyond Fu Yinli’s expectations.
First, his gentle wife suddenly asked for a divorce. Then a massive earthquake struck. And after he woke up, he found that the car was no longer in its original location—they had arrived at a farm.
It was unbelievable… but somehow, the divorce didn’t seem necessary anymore.
Ruan Zhe noticed that their RV was parked right behind them, intact. It had cost over four hundred thousand, with a low-profile exterior and compact size—suitable for both business and travel.
The body had a little damage from the impact, but nothing serious.
Inside, it had a rear kitchen and bathroom that effectively isolated cooking fumes, aviation-style seats in the middle, and a hard pop-up roof bed on top.
Ruan Zhe stepped inside and let out a very soft sound of surprise.
She pulled open the curtains and saw outside: dark clouds, a gloomy sky, drizzling rain, and a devastated residential area after the earthquake.
But on the other side of the window—blue skies, white clouds, and fragrant green grass. The contrast was almost surreal.
This… isn’t this just a cheat ability?!
Outside was earthquakes, rain, and the unmistakable feel of an apocalypse. Whenever danger came, they could hide inside this farm—and its purpose was obvious.
Ruan Zhe quickly realized something. She ran out of the RV, excitedly stepping and jumping on the grass in front of Fu Yinli.
“Fu Yinli, this is a good thing! This is our cheat ability! We’re not going to die!”
Her smile was so bright it was almost blinding—something he had never seen from her in the Ruan family or during their marriage.
And she had never called his name so directly before.
Fu Yinli lowered his gaze.
“It should be that the RV is acting as a medium, connecting two spaces. But I suspect there’s a time limit.”
He helped her back into the RV and pointed at the electronic navigation screen beside the driver’s seat.
Ruan Zhe looked over.
On the screen: 1:42:36
The numbers were constantly decreasing—a countdown.
She thought it through for a moment. Their time in the farm was limited, but it was unclear whether this was a one-time occurrence, or something that could be accessed repeatedly.
One thing she was certain of: the apocalypse had arrived. Otherwise, why would such a cheat ability exist?
The RV allowed them to temporarily avoid the outside world’s harsh conditions.
The problem now was how to make use of the farm—and they still didn’t know what was happening outside.
“Whatever, at least we have a buffer period. We can survive this. Let’s eat something first and rest a bit,” Ruan Zhe said easily.
As long as she wasn’t dead, everything else could be dealt with later. If she could live one more day, she would eat one more day’s worth of full meals.
She adapted quickly and wasn’t afraid.
Fu Yinli had already woken up earlier than her and had also been shocked for a while.
“I’ll cook,” he said.
The RV kitchen was a narrow counter near the door, with a sink, a single induction stove, and a small drying rack.
Once Fu Yinli stepped in, his head nearly touched the overhead cabinet. At nearly 1.9 meters tall, standing upright was basically impossible.
“Can you cook? Or should I? We can just make instant noodles,” Ruan Zhe said, taking out several packs of noodles, plus ham sausage, fried tofu, fish balls—and even a green vegetable and two eggs from the tiny fridge.
She had really prepared thoroughly.
Fu Yinli took the ingredients. “You wash the vegetables.”
Only then did Ruan Zhe realize how cramped the kitchen was with two people inside.
Other than their wedding photo shoot, they had never been this close.
“…I’ll go tidy up. You wash them yourself.”
Most things in the RV were already neatly stored in cabinets. There wasn’t much to clean—just organizing the driver’s side area.
After finishing, Ruan Zhe sat down to plan things.
Looking up, she saw Fu Yinli had taken off his suit jacket. The stove was too low for him, forcing him to bend deeply at the waist.
His arms were long, revealing a wristwatch and elegant hands.
The space was tight, but his calm, unhurried movements made the scene oddly pleasing.
Ruan Zhe felt like she was in a dream—Fu Yinli was actually cooking instant noodles for her.
After watching for a while, she went out to inspect the farm.
She wandered into the barn. There was no grain inside—only basic farming tools, a few seed packets, and some sprouting potatoes.
She casually picked up a hoe and walked to the vegetable patch.
The field was very small—about three meters by two meters, barely six square meters, like a patchwork piece on the grass.
Without hesitation, she started turning the soil. The moment the hoe hit the ground, she knew the soil was excellent—soft, moist, and rich black earth.
To avoid looking too unnatural, she only worked a little. Her hands quickly developed blisters.
Still, she gritted her teeth and finished half the plot before stopping.
Weeds were gathered and burned on a small patch of ground nearby, quickly turning to ash.
She took out the seeds—lettuce and eggplant, easily recognizable.
The temperature, humidity, and sunlight here were perfect for planting almost anything.
As the saying goes, “around Qingming, plant melons and beans.” This was the right season for eggplants, gourds, peanuts, and soybeans—too bad she didn’t have those seeds.
She actually wanted to plant potatoes the most, but those needed wood ash—and the ash was still hot.
She squatted by the small field, planning carefully so everything wouldn’t look messy.
“You know how to farm?”
A pleasant voice came from behind.
Startled, Ruan Zhe stumbled. “Can you walk without making a sound?”
But then again, he had always been like this—she often only realized he was there after seeing him suddenly appear in the villa, reminding her she was actually married.
Of course she knew how to farm. But as his wife, she shouldn’t.
“…No, I don’t. Just guessing. We have to learn anyway. Don’t tell me you do?”
Fu Yinli: “……”
“Dinner’s ready.”
Outside, the rain grew heavier, drumming against the RV.
The two of them each held a bowl of steaming instant noodles and ate in silence.
Later, finding it too cramped, they sat on the farm’s grass instead.
After finishing, Ruan Zhe was about to wash the dishes when Fu Yinli grabbed her hand.
“You’re injured. I’ll wash them, and then treat your wounds.”
She didn’t refuse—blisters on her hands really did hurt.
But just after Fu Yinli finished washing the dishes and took out her first-aid kit, the rain suddenly intensified, the RV began to shake, and the farm-like scenery started fading like a broken image.
They looked at the countdown together.
Last minute.
The rain grew heavier. The farm disappeared completely, and the RV shook violently—but strangely, there was no sense of impact.
With a bang, Fu Yinli closed the door. Ruan Zhe checked all the windows.
And then, in the next moment, everything stopped. The RV stood still, only the rain pounding against its exterior.
Ruan Zhe looked outside and said, “Fu Yinli… we got lucky!”