Chapter 170 Husband 7
Zheng Song, who was listless during the day, was full of energy at night, like a ripe fruit. Through the folds of the fabric, one could faintly see the lines of the man's muscular arms. He held the steering wheel, searching for skills in Zheng Song's memory, and soon, he started the car clumsily.
Zheng Song was a thin man, and the suit, which fitted him perfectly, was now showing signs of breaking. Blue veins were clearly visible on his arms, ankles, and even on both sides of his neck.
Zheng Song was his first meal upon arriving here. He devoured Zheng Song, and in return, he transformed into his own form. In his world, he was ferocious and swift, a feared presence among the creatures that inhabited it. No creature could escape his prey.
Being at the top of the food chain, he could choose his food freely, so he paid special attention to the taste. He didn't like the taste of food like "Zheng Song," but he was very hungry and had to force himself to eat to fill his stomach.
Here, day and night alternated. The sunlight during the day contained a certain element that made him drowsy, and the remaining consciousness in his body regained control of his body during the day, and he turned a blind eye.
Zheng Song drove the car, following the navigation system, to Wen Hui's location. He could, of course, freely access his memories, but the memories from the day held no appeal. Besides, he was starving. He reluctantly parked the car by the side of the road and stared intently at Wen Hui, who stood under the streetlight with her arms folded. He licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, then opened the car door and walked towards her.
"Meihui, I'm here to pick you up."
Under the streetlight, Wen Hui possessed a fragile beauty, like a falling petal, like a clear glass bottle. Wen Hui hugged her slightly cold arms. It was summer, but she felt cold, and even seeing Zheng Song didn't help.
She responded and walked towards Zheng Song. When she reached his side, she only glanced at him lightly and walked towards the car in front.
Zheng Song's slightly open arms paused in mid-air. He looked puzzled and looked at Wen Hui's back in doubt, then followed her footsteps.
The car door closed, leaving only the two of them inside. Wen Hui knew Zheng Song's personality well; even when they were dating, she was always the one to bow her head during conflicts. She knew Zheng Song was busy with work, and that he was in a meeting with his teacher when the incident happened, but she couldn't help but feel aggrieved. So she sat quietly, trying to process her emotions alone.
"It's late, and it's not safe outside." Zheng Song stared at Wen Hui intently. Her eyelashes were as thick as a small fan, dripping with glistening tears. The warm yellow reading light illuminated the tear marks on Wen Hui's cheeks. He leaned over and asked, "Hui Hui. Why didn't you go home?"
Wen Hui was overwhelmed with grievances. She thought of the clean interface of her mobile phone. Zheng Song had not called her after the meeting. Thinking of this, she felt so aggrieved that tears welled up in her eyes.
As she wiped the food, she said, "It's nothing, let's go home. You haven't had dinner yet, I'll make it when I get home."
There was a hint of panic in Zheng Song's eyes, and tears slid down her cheeks. The moment she fell to the ground, scarlet flesh and blood spread out, covering the entire bottom of the carriage, catching all the salty tears.
“Meihui. You have to tell me.”
How could he use such a gentle tone?
Push her away when she needed him, accuse her of not being honest when she was ready to deal with it herself?
An inexplicable anger welled up in Wen Hui's heart.
She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, her tear-soaked eyelashes clinging to each other. She endured it again and again, staring out the car window at the silent night, and said, "What's the use of saying it? Zheng Song, I called you today at the supermarket."
She looked away. The carriage was small, and Zheng Song's face was clearly visible through the window, soft as pouring moonlight. His breathing rose and fell with her words, giving Wen Hui the illusion that he was listening intently.
How could he have the patience to listen to her?
Wen Hui said: "The phone is full of today's events, you can take a look. I was there when the incident happened." She mentioned the name of the supermarket.
A cell phone? Zheng Song glanced at the black cube Wen Hui was clutching. He picked up his phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint. The screen displayed a photo of him and Wen Hui, who was smiling shyly. A news page popped up at the top of the screen, and he clicked on it.
Wen Hui's vision was blurry. She took out a tissue and wiped away her tears.
She knew Zheng Song too well.
Even if there was a crisis at the supermarket, so what? She still returned safely. He was in a meeting at the time. What could he do? Wen Hui thought that Zheng Song would comfort her, ask her to be obedient, tell her about the difficulties of work, and promise to make her life more comfortable.
She understands everything.
She is not the kind of person who makes trouble for no reason.
She clutched her phone, feeling like there was a stone stuck in her heart.
"He's gone too far." Zheng Song's fingers gently slid across the screen, and when he saw the group of humans infected by the inferior species, whose teeth could easily pierce Wen Hui's fragile neck, his eyes darkened, and scarlet spread in his pupils for no reason, like a cluster of burning flames.
He put the phone down. He stared intently at Wen Hui's tear-stained face from top to bottom, his tone tinged with guilt. "Hui Hui, I apologize. I wasn't by your side when you were in the most danger. I really went too far."
The scarlet substance on the floor of the carriage slowly covered the foot pads, softly supporting Wen Hui's feet.
"Meihui. Will you forgive me?"
This is very different from Zheng Song’s previous rhetoric.
Wen Hui lowered her head in silence. Zheng Song stared at her intently, his nose twitching twice. He didn't smell any blood; she wasn't injured. The carriage was filled with the faint scent of jasmine, which, for some reason, temporarily suppressed his hunger.
Zheng Song leaned over and wiped the tears from her eyes with his fingertips.
Her facial skin was white and smooth, as fragile as a white flower by the roadside, and he could destroy it with just a little force.
For the first time, a complex mix of regret and pity appeared in his eyes. Wiping away her tears, Zheng Song held her face in his hands and said, "Huihui. Are you hurt?"
Wen Hui's tears burst out without warning, like a river bursting its dam.
The imagined reaction of Zheng Song was completely different from the actual reaction. When she heard the man's gentle tone, the feeling of grievance surged towards her even more strongly.
She pursed her lips and cried with tears in her eyes: "...Why did you come here just now? I was almost scared to death."
Zheng Song moved his stiff arms and held Wen Hui in his arms.
Wen Hui was surrounded by the familiar smell. Zheng Song seldom hugged her, and most of the time she hugged his waist. If Zheng Song was in a good mood, he would touch her head, but if he was busy with work, he would push her away. He rarely hugged her with such a protective embrace.
It must be said that hiding in the arms of the one you love, even the biggest grievances seem to be soothed. Wen Hui blinked, and tears from her eyelashes wet the fabric on Zheng Song's chest. The wet fabric felt slightly cool. Zheng Song put his hand on Wen Hui's waist, "Hui Hui. I'm glad you're not hurt."
In a place that Wen Hui couldn't see with the naked eye, the flesh and bones on the chest wrapped in the shirt turned into a scarlet substance that was difficult to describe in words. They squirmed and tangled, forming a human-like torso. The scarlet substance slowly cracked open, as if there was a tongue hidden inside, licking the tears that soaked the shirt clean.
Wen Hui felt her cheeks hot and itchy.
Zheng Song at this moment seemed like a completely different person from his daytime self. Wen Hui attributed this change to the heavy workload affecting his mood. The frustration she'd felt when he hung up on her and scolded her for being naive melted away in his arms.
The sky grew dark, and the dark clouds covering the sky added to the dullness of the environment.
Wen Hui's mood calmed down. Just as she was about to tell Zheng Song that she was going home, she heard him sigh and say, "I'm hungry, Hui Hui."
A chill suddenly ran up Wen Hui's spine. She left Zheng Song's embrace and rolled up the car window. The night breeze was a bit chilly. Wen Hui sat down, wiping the tears from her cheeks while smiling: "Let's go to the supermarket."
Zheng Song's gaze fell from her face to her slender neck, and he replied, "Okay." He was already able to start the engine familiarly, and the operation became more and more handy. The car was running smoothly on the road, not as scary as when he came.
Recently, due to safety concerns, some supermarkets have been closing before dark. It took a while to find an open supermarket. After the shocking events of the day, Wen Hui stuck close to Zheng Song wherever she went, holding his arm and leaning halfway against him. Zheng Song just smiled gently and said nothing.
Wen Hui pushed a small cart.
I passed by the refrigerated area and picked up a few boxes of yogurt.
Zheng Song straightened his back and followed her closely.
"What's over there?" Zheng Song smelled a scent that aroused his appetite, and the scarlet substance under his clothes began to stir.
Wen Hui said, "If you buy it in the evening, it won't be fresh enough, right?" She thought about buying it tomorrow morning, but then she remembered what happened before, and seeing Zheng Song's greedy look, she smiled and walked over with him.
Zheng Song acted like an ignorant child. The meat label was written next to him, but he couldn't see it. He leaned over to Wen Hui's ear and asked her.
Wen Hui answered him:
"It's beef. You said the braised beef I made last time was delicious. I'll make it for you tomorrow."
"This is pork, do you want to eat it?"
"You used to love mutton soup, but now you dislike its strong smell?"
Zheng Song pulled Wen Hui over to the beef section, expressing a strong dislike for the mutton's strong smell. He leaned over to Wen Hui's ear and whispered, "It smells bad. Let's not buy mutton. Huihui, buy me some beef. I want to eat it."
Wen Hui took out her cell phone to pay the bill.
Zheng Song's eyes were glued to the shopping bag. He took the shopping bag on his own initiative and returned home. Wen Hui entered the kitchen to prepare dinner. Zheng Song's hand quietly reached into the shopping bag, tore open a whole piece of beef, swallowed the beef with blood, and carefully licked the blood stains on his palm.
He ate all the beef in the bag, barely suppressing his hunger. Before Wen Hui noticed, he stuffed the entire shopping bag into the refrigerator. When Wen Hui came out with two bowls of noodles, Zheng Song was already sitting there as if nothing had happened.
“Meihui, thank you for your hard work.”
Wen Hui smiled sweetly.
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The external environment wasn't great, but Wen Hui's family was becoming increasingly harmonious. Zheng Song worked during the day, and when Wen Hui brought him lunch at noon, he was quite cold, but Wen Hui didn't mind. Zheng Song was a serious person, and he might not be used to being too intimate with her in public, especially in his workplace.
Wen Hui left after delivering lunch. Zheng Song's mental state was getting worse day by day. One time, when she went to the studio, she heard colleagues talking about Zheng Song fainting mid-work. She was so nervous that her worries were finally dispelled until Zheng Song came to the supermarket, walked with her, and chatted with her in high spirits that evening.
Wen Hui likes Zheng Song more and more.
Even her tastes changed because of him.
Zheng Song's taste had recently changed, becoming lighter, though not necessarily lighter. He consumed large quantities of meat and disliked pungent ingredients like onions, ginger, garlic, salt, sauce, and vinegar. Once, Wen Hui cooked raw meat, and before she could even add the ingredients, Zheng Song scooped it up and ate it, swallowing the scalding skin without blinking.
Wen Hui's heart was almost scared out of her mind by him.
The refrigerator at home was overflowing with food. Zheng Song had accompanied her to the supermarket the previous night to buy it. During the day, Wen Hui only had to clean the house, occasionally cook a meal at her mother-in-law's, accompany them to the hospital for checkups, and Zheng Song would accompany her to the supermarket after work.
The shadow cast by the supermarket on her was alleviated by Zheng Song's company.
It was dusk. Wen Hui calculated the time Zheng Song would return home, simmering porridge in the pot and thawing beef on the chopping board. Zheng Song had a special liking for her steaks and could eat two large ones that evening.
The phone rings——
Wen Hui picked up the phone.
Zheng Song's gentle voice came through the phone, as if an electric current had penetrated directly into the back of her head. She leaned against the sink and listened to him attentively.
"Hui Hui, I'll be home soon." His tone turned annoyed: "Ah, why is there such a traffic jam? I'm going to be late getting home, Hui Hui... I don't like driving. I want to go home and see you."
Wen Hui blushed at Zheng Song's words. At noon, she delivered lunch and saw Zheng Song's pale face. She wanted to stay and take care of him, but he called him ignorant. After work, he said such lingering words again.
Wen Hui was so annoyed by his changeable attitude that she lost her temper.
Wen Hui said, "That's how it is after get off work. Don't worry. Let me talk to you. I've made porridge. Since you don't like the taste of yam, I made red dates and millet. I also have steak. It's very fresh. You picked it yourself yesterday. It will be fried when you get home and you can eat it."
The phone was not hung up.
Until we reached the alley entrance.
Wen Hui vaguely heard screams and was about to ask Zheng Song what happened. Zheng Song's soothing voice came from the other end: "Hui Hui, I'm going to hang up. Wait for me, I'll be home soon."
The call interface closes.
It takes almost an hour!
The screams on the phone troubled Wen Hui's mind, but Zheng Song's comfort helped her remain calm. She scrolled through her phone aimlessly.
A message suddenly popped up on the screen, which was the research results of the Blue City Research Institute -
Wen Hui took a quick look and was horrified.
The number of views of this message exceeded 10,000 in just a few seconds.
The research results confirmed the existence of the "strange meat mass".
They conducted autopsies on individuals captured in several incidents who had become infected and turned into "rabid dogs." The results revealed that the source of infection was a strange mass of flesh falling from the sky. Researchers in City A captured the "strange mass" and conducted laboratory studies, finding no signs of infection. However, upon dying, this strange creature suddenly erupted in a widespread radiation infection.
Current medical technology is unable to treat this disease, and those infected can only be killed. Fortunately, the infected person will not infect those around them. The only thing you can do now is to stay away from objects falling from the sky.
——They haven't noticed anything else falling from the sky yet, except the one in City A.
——Look at the bright side, those things may no longer be there.
A dark shadow suddenly fell on Wen Hui's back, but the familiar smell did not frighten her. Zheng Song called out, "Hui Hui." Then, he hugged her waist skillfully, and the masculine scent enveloped her. He asked softly, "I'm home, what are you looking at?" His tone revealed aggrievedness. He didn't get a warm hug from his wife when he returned home, which made him feel a little lost.
Wen Hui showed him the message on her phone.
"...Even though this message repeatedly urged people not to be afraid, I still feel uneasy. I remember when the incident happened, many people online said they had seen this strange flesh mass. How could there be only one in City A? Where did all those things go?"
Zheng Song's embrace was warm. He held her affectionately, put his arm around her shoulders, and stared intently at the phone interface with a normal expression.
"I don't know. Don't be afraid, Huihui. I will protect you."
Wen Hui said, "Be careful when you go out."
Zheng Song hummed: "I will. Huihui, don't worry about me."
His wife was wrapped in his scent.
His body was also filled with the faint scent of jasmine, which made him feel inexplicably happy.
It smells very nice.
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