Chapter 128 The one who is not loved is the mistress

"Let him go." Fu Ren's tall figure blocked Shen Zhi firmly behind him, completely blocking Meng Yinyan's line of sight.

An icy sharp blade suddenly appeared in Fu Ren's hand, and the tip of the blade with a cold glow pointed at Meng Jinyan's eyes. His pretty face now looked terribly gloomy.

"Meng Yiyan," his extremely calm tone was emotionless, but the turbulence in his voice caused a ripple in the ears of the listener, "Mind your own business."

"The research institute is under the jurisdiction of our first team, and all the staff inside are also protected by us," Fu Ren's blade swept across Meng Jinyan's outline inch by inch through the air.

Meng Yiyan raised his eyes and let the cold edge corrode his skin. The strong smell of blood and rust stimulated his senses.

"so what?"

Fu Ren stared at Meng Qinyan's face, which was as fresh as spring breeze. He looked like an extremely elegant gentleman.

But this gentleman was much more ruthless than him when he got into trouble.

Fu Ren suddenly smiled, and slapped Meng Yiyan's face with the sharp blade of his knife. He said coldly, "Stay away from him."

"If you plot against him," Fu Ren retracted his knife, and the smile on his lips was thin and cold, "I will let you know how to write the word death."

The sharp weapon left the fragile eyes, Meng Yinyan's eyes trembled slightly, facing Fu Ren's arrogant expression, he remained motionless and gentle, "I respect Xiaozhi's opinion."

Fu Ren's eyebrows jumped, and he turned around and covered Shen Zhi's ears. Seeing Shen Zhi's confused look, he felt a little better.

"Don't listen to him, listen to me..." Fu Ren's hand slowly left Shen Zhirou's soft ear.

Fu Ren met Shen Zhi's emotionless eyes and swallowed all his words back into his stomach.

As far as Fu Ren is concerned, Shen Zhi can only listen to him, he doesn't need Shen Zhi's opinion.

There is no need to create a glorious image for himself in front of Shen Zhi.

"Come with me," Fu Ren said firmly, leaving Shen Zhi no room to refuse.

"Boss," a sudden voice came, Liang Mujia came over quickly and said solemnly: "The old man wants you to go to him now."

"It's very urgent," Liang Mujia added when he saw Fu Ren's hesitant look.

Mr. Fu would not normally look for him easily. Thinking of this, Fu Ren leaned over and whispered a few words in Shen Zhi's ear. After handing Shen Zhi over to Zhao Mu, he followed Liang Muga and left.

Meng Yinyan glanced sideways at Fu Ren's departing back, then retracted his gaze and walked towards Shen Zhi.

"Don't worry about him. Xiaozhi can go wherever he wants." Meng Yiyan paused. "Xiaozhi is Professor Gu's student and another future successor of the Meng family. Tong Lan's research laboratory listens to Xiaozhi."

"They will all be under Xiaozhi's management," this was the promise the Meng family made to him.

Shen Zhi blinked slowly, as if to confirm the truthfulness of Meng Yi's words.

Meng Yiyan smiled, without further explanation, and said, "Let's go."

Meng Yiyan turned around and glanced at Xiang Wu and Xie Weiran who were not far away, and said, "Ms. Xiang and Mr. Xie are also here. I will arrange for everyone."

Meng Yiyan first took them to Tonglan's research laboratory. The journey was silent except for the hurried walking psychics and naked women and children everywhere.

People who are more miserable than these are no longer uncommon in the last days. If you think about it, it is already the best that these people can still have a place to stay.

The end of the world not only brings severe disasters, but also makes people's hearts increasingly cold and hard.

Meng Yuyan walked beside Shen Zhi, slightly separating himself from those people. It was not uncommon for people to suddenly attack and injure others while fighting for food.

But unexpectedly Shen Zhi stopped in front of an old man.

Shen Zhi was very thin, his skin was pale from not seeing the sun for many years, and his loose clothes made him look even frailer.

The back of Shen Zhi's hand was covered only by a thin layer of skin, with dark blue blood vessels lurking underneath. The hand was as thin as a fragile green branch that seemed like it would break at a touch.

Meng Jinyan had met Shen Zhi a long time ago, but Shen Zhi was not so thin at that time.

Meng Yinyan frowned slightly and saw Shen Zhi lower his head, revealing his pointed chin.

"Can you give some to me?" Meng Jinyan heard Shen Zhi say to the old man.

Meng Jinyan's gaze stopped at the worn-out bowl next to the old man. There was a half-eaten ham in it, which was dirty and even a little moldy.

"Xiao Zhi, are you hungry?" Meng Yinyan knew that Shen Zhi was different from others since the day of their engagement.

Perhaps it is the unique character of genius, acting alone, stubborn, extreme, and the things he does are incredible.

Meng Yinyan had known Shen Zhi for a long time. When Professor Gu got engaged to his father, Meng Yinyan had rushed over to spend a brief two months with Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi never spoke a word to him and ignored all his attempts to please him. Sometimes Meng Dingyan felt that Shen Zhi was just like a duckweed growing in the air.

Without roots and not knowing where it came from, a person lives quietly without the need for sunshine or rain.

The turning point was that Meng Yinyan wanted to ask Shen Zhi if Shen Zhi really didn't like him, he could cancel the engagement.

That day, Meng Yinyan invited Shen Zhi to dinner. Shen Zhi did not touch the food on the table. Meng Yinyan thought he was too reserved and used a serving chopstick to pick up food for Shen Zhi.

Shen Zhi asked him if he could eat it himself.

Although Meng Yinyan was confused, he still told Shen Zhi affirmatively that it was edible.

Shen Zhi ate half a bowl of rice hesitantly, and then vomited it all out.

"I'll have someone bring you food later," Meng Yiyan said in a slow voice, "or if Xiaozhi wants to eat something, I'll make it for you."

Shen Zhi still looked at the ham sausage in the old man's bowl and asked again: "Can you give it to me?"

The old man's eyes moved under his tightly closed eyelids, and then returned to silence.

Shen Zhi didn't get a response and just reached out to take it.

The old man who had been silent with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, roared angrily and rushed towards Shen Zhi, "Mine, it's mine, don't take it away!"

His nails, which had not been trimmed for a long time, were covered in dirt, and his unshaven face revealed a ferocious and terrifying look.

Everyone present was not surprised by the accident. No one would suspect that a person who was extremely hungry would do something crazy, even though it was just moldy food.

Shen Zhi did not hide, but was protected tightly by Meng Jinyan.

"Xiao Zhi?" Meng Yinyan looked at Shen Zhi in his arms worriedly, not noticing that the old man whose food had been stolen was stabbing Meng Yinyan's back with a rusty fork in his hand.

By the time Meng Jinyan reacted, it was too late. The lightning power in his hand had just been accumulated but he let it go again, and had to bear it forcefully.

The others were startled and quickly subdued the man.

Shen Zhi's gaze fell on Meng Yinyan's bleeding shoulder. A faint smell of blood rose to Shen Zhi's nose like mist. Shen Zhi's pupils shrank slightly and he pushed the man away mercilessly.

Meng Yiyan groaned, turned his body and tried to cover the wound, his expression was still gentle and calm, for fear of scaring Shen Zhi, "Xiao Zhi, don't be afraid."

Shen Zhi's eyelashes trembled, he pursed his lips, and looked at the crushed food on the ground, lost in his own thoughts.

"Shen Zhi, you want to steal everything." Xiang Wu watched coldly from the side and couldn't help but said with disgust: "Are you short of food? You have to force people to death to feel satisfied."

Xiang Wucong took out a piece of bread and threw it to the old man who was pinned to the ground. He looked down at him with an indifferent expression and said, "Eat it."

The psychic who was holding the man down saw that Meng Jiyan's expression relaxed, and slowly let him go.

The old man picked up the bread crazily and kowtowed to Xiang Wu continuously, "Thank you, thank you, thank you..."

Xiang Wu nodded, accepted the old man's thanks, and turned to look at Shen Zhi.

Seeing the perpetrator was about to run away, Xiang Wu called out to him, "Shen Zhi! You want to run away after causing trouble?"

Meng Jinyan asked someone to deliver some food to the old man on the ground, and then he quickly walked to catch up with Shen Zhi.

"Xiao Zhi," Meng Jinyan stopped Shen Zhi, touched his head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, it has nothing to do with you."

"I'll take care of it," Meng Yiyan's gentle and firm voice reached Shen Zhi's ears, "I'm your fiancé, believe me."

Shen Zhi raised his eyes. Meng Yinyan had seen Shen Zhi many times, but he still felt uneasy about Shen Zhi's eyes which were too emotionless.

"I need supplies." The words were spoken in a straightforward manner without giving anyone time to react. Meng Yiyan was stunned for a moment.

Meng Yinyan brushed the hair around Shen Zhi's ears aside, lowered his head slightly to look at Shen Zhi, and asked in a serious tone: "Xiao Zhi, how much do you want?"

Shen Zhi rarely made any requests to him, and even though Shen Zhi's requests were incoherent, Meng Yinyan still wanted to hear what Shen Zhi had to say.

He didn't have many supplies, and he didn't know if they were enough for Shen Zhi to use.

Shen Zhi answered quickly, "A lot."

Meng Jinyan nodded after a while, "Xiaozhi, give me some time to prepare."

Shen Zhi remained silent, looked at Meng Yiyan with clear eyes without blinking, and nodded slowly.

Meng Yiyan heaved a sigh of relief when Shen Zhi nodded. He raised a gentle arc at the corner of his mouth and asked Shen Zhi for his opinion, "Xiao Zhi, it would be more convenient for you to live with me. Captain Fu has a lot of things to deal with and may not be able to take care of your life."

Shen Zhi was puzzled when he heard this: "Is Fu Ren busy?"

Meng Jinyan nodded.

Shen Zhi pondered, and said lightly but with a startling tone, "Is it because a zombie tide is coming?"

"What?"

"Zombie tide", a shocked voice came from the conversation between an old man and a young man.

Fu Tang held his cane and said solemnly, "Yes, a zombie tide."

Fu Ren tapped the table with his fingers. "So that's why Tong Lan is so eager to develop a serum that can cure zombies?"

Fu Tang acquiesced, and then he spoke up when he thought of something: "The Meng family is in charge of the serum research. They control all the manpower and material resources, but as time goes by, the cost is getting higher and higher."

"The Meng family later selected nine people as collaborators to keep the laboratory running," Fu Tang continued, "but now the research on serum is no longer dominated by the Meng family alone."

"Shen Zhi is the hope of the Meng family. They have placed all their hopes on the information left by Gu Anyang, and they can't wait for Gu Anyang's students to develop the serum," Fu Tang said, and looked at Fu Ren sharply, "I heard that you mixed it in today."

"What do you want to do?" Fu Tang asked, but didn't expect Fu Ren to answer.

"This is not just a game between the Meng family, but also a rift between Tong Lan and the Meng family," Fu Tang shook his head. "Tong Lan will not give up power just because the Meng family casually chooses a fiancée. They want to see the information left by Gu Anyang."

"The information is not with Shen Zhi now," Fu Ren said.

Fu Tang glanced at Fu Ren and said, "So, Tong Lan won't recognize Shen Zhi."

Fu Ren raised the corner of his lips, his eyes cold, "Shen Zhi doesn't need their recognition."

Fu Tang suddenly laughed, "Three-fifths of Tonglan's supplies are in the laboratory controlled by the Meng family. Without Gao Shangshen's nod, these things will never fall into Shen Zhi's hands."

Fu Ren closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair and said vaguely, "That won't happen. I will give Shen Zhi what he wants."