Wen Chi walked up to the little boy and crouched down, speaking gently,
“You can tell me. Don’t be afraid of them. Big sister can help you.”
“The sisters were sent by this second-in-command to that Ability User’s bed… and then given to the others to play with.”
“After that, all the sisters died.”
A child of seven or eight should not have understood such things, but the apocalypse had forced him to grow up.
He didn’t understand why they were sent to a bed, nor what “being played with” meant.
But afterward, the sisters who had been kind to him all fell before his eyes.
So he knew—these people were the ones who had killed them.
“Miss! Don’t listen to this child’s nonsense, he’s a born liar!”
“We all know it!”
The second-in-command still tried to resist stubbornly, and the others immediately nodded in agreement.
Wen Chi didn’t even spare them a glance. Jiang Jiming stepped forward and crushed the second-in-command’s hand under his foot just as it was about to reach Wen Chi.
A scream echoed through the room.
“Ah—!”
How could Wen Chi not understand now?
Those girls had all been ruined by these scum.
In her previous life, she had always stayed at home. When she read apocalypse novels,
she had thought those things were written just to stir readers’ sympathy.
Now, she realized—
it had all been real.
Indeed, in such an apocalypse, women without abilities or strength were simply waiting to die.
Wasn’t that exactly how she had been in her previous life?
But it shouldn’t be like this.
“Jiang Jiming, can I borrow your dagger?”
Wen Chi looked at him.
“Of course.”
Jiang Jiming raised an eyebrow and, without hesitation, handed her the dagger.
Wen Chi took it and passed it to the little boy, speaking softly,
“Do you want to avenge those sisters?”
The little boy nodded and took the dagger.
Just as he was about to imitate Jiang Jiming and slit the second-in-command’s throat, Wen Chi grabbed his hand.
“Follow me. Don’t let him die so easily.”
“Otherwise, it’s too cheap for him.”
The little boy nodded.
Then, the small hand and the slender hand together—cut the tendons of the sinner’s wrists and ankles.
The screams became even more miserable.
Jiang Jiming looked at the calm girl in surprise, his eyes filling with an even more frenzied affection.
What should he do?
It seemed he liked Wenwen even more.
He really liked this side of her.
After Wen Chi had cut the tendons of all of them,
Jiang Jiming kicked them all out the door.
Then he closed it.
Wen Chi contacted Pompadour Delivery to clean up the men who were about to become corpses.
Or rather—to give them an extra meal.
The blue-clad delivery workers lined up neatly as they came out of the elevator, orderly carrying away the men who were on the verge of death.
“You’re zombies!!!”
The second-in-command shouted in disbelief, then burst into laughter.
As if laughing at himself—and at fate.
The other men screamed and struggled when they saw the zombies, but with their tendons severed, they couldn’t move at all.
They could only watch as they were carried away—and then watch themselves being eaten alive.
The little boy looked at the delivery workers at the door and suddenly shouted,
“Mom! It’s Mom!”
“Mom!”
Wen Chi immediately covered the little boy’s mouth.
The blue-clad zombies heard the human voice and stopped, looking around for its source.
“Go quickly, or your boss will scold you for delaying a corpse!”
Wen Chi urged.
The zombies immediately sped up and left the floor.
Only then did Wen Chi release her hand and ask,
“Your mom? What do you mean? Was your mom among them?”
The little boy cried as he spoke,
“It’s all my fault, sister. If I hadn’t been so thirsty and begged for water, Mom wouldn’t have gone out to find some.”
“She wouldn’t have turned into a zombie.”
“Waaah—!”
Wen Chi had never taken care of a child before and didn’t know how to comfort him. She awkwardly wiped his tears.
Jiang Jiming, standing nearby, noticed her difficulty and frowned as he said,
“Stop crying.”
“Or I’ll kill you.”
The little boy immediately stopped crying.
Looking at Jiang Jiming’s threatening gaze—he fainted on the spot.
Jiang Jiming looked at Wen Chi innocently, as if proving his own innocence.
But Wen Chi didn’t notice. She struggled to support the little boy.
Jiang Jiming immediately stepped forward, grabbed the boy by the back of his collar, and tossed him onto the sofa.
Then he took out disinfectant wipes and reached for Wen Chi’s hand to clean it.
But Wen Chi refused. She stepped forward and touched the boy’s forehead.
“He has a fever. I’ll contact Pompadour Delivery.”
Just as she was about to take out the walkie-talkie, Jiang Jiming pulled her back.
“I have medicine. By the time the zombies go to another street to find it, he’ll already be dead from the fever.”
Jiang Jiming held her hand and spoke first.
“You’ll give it to me?”
Wen Chi asked, puzzled.
“Of course.”
Jiang Jiming smiled, his voice low.
He immediately took out some fever medicine from his space
and personally fed it to the child.
He didn’t want Wenwen taking care of other males—not even a child.
“It’s fine now. He won’t die. You didn’t sleep well, go rest.”
Jiang Jiming wiped his hands with disinfectant wipes, his gaze on Wen Chi leaving no room for refusal.
Wen Chi, though still worried, could only leave the living room and return to her room.
But this time, she didn’t lock the door.
Jiang Jiming glanced at the child occupying his territory before heading to the kitchen.
In truth, Wen Chi hadn’t been sleeping well these past few nights.
She lay there, thinking about everything that had happened.
Ever since Jiang Jiming arrived, she had been going to sleep unusually early.
She knew her own habits well—there was no way she would fall asleep before midnight.
Earlier, when she saw the milk cup she had drunk from in the living room—
she understood everything.
There had been something in the cup.
But perhaps because her body had developed resistance, the effect hadn’t worked fully today.
That was why she woke up earlier.
That was why she had seen Jiang Jiming killing without hesitation—his true self.
The gentleness, obedience, and refinement he had shown in front of her these past few days—
all of it had been an act.
But… what did he want from her?
There was nothing about her worth scheming for.
No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure it out.
But she made a decision.
She had to leave this place.
For the sake of her own safety,
she needed to stay away from Jiang Jiming.
Even though his cooking was delicious,
her life was more important.
Who knew—one day the villain might just kill her for amusement.
The next morning,
Wen Chi slept until nine before waking up.
After washing up, she saw a delicious breakfast laid out on the table.
For a moment, she felt a bit moved—
but she quickly shook her head.
That was a crazy villain!
Wen Chi walked to the living room and saw that the little boy’s fever had subsided, which reassured her.
But why hadn’t he woken up yet?
“That’s normal.”
Jiang Jiming’s voice suddenly came from behind her, low and close to her ear.
“Last night I saw a wound on his hand—probably scratched by a zombie.”
“That’s why he had a fever. After the fever, it depends on whether he turns into a zombie or awakens an ability.”
“But it’s rare for someone to stay unconscious this long.”
He stood behind her, speaking softly.