She, her daughter, her husband, her father—none of them met a good end.
Ye Jingyu was also very angry at this moment, but seeing the weak expressions of the two people in front of him...
The most urgent task is to settle these two people down.
He gently moved Song Yuanqing's body so that she could lean against the sofa cushions.
Then I went to the kitchen and got three cups of warm water.
He handed a cup to his father-in-law, then fed Song Yuanqing a cup, and finally drank the last cup himself in one gulp.
He fiercely wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth with his hand, his face ruthless.
Well done, Song Ranran and Chen Zhaodi!
...
He sat down next to Song Yuanqing, holding Song Yuanqing's hand in one hand and Old Master Song's hand in the other, his gaze fixed on Ye Zhi, who was sleeping soundly.
On one side were soft, boneless little hands—those of his wife.
On the other side was a large, rough, old hand—his father-in-law, who was also his father in this world.
His eyes were fixed on his daughter.
What he held in his hands and within his sight was everything Ye Jingyu had in this world, and he would never allow his family to suffer any harm.
Although his daughter didn't finish her last sentence, he guessed what it was.
His little princess only needs to grow up carefree; he will shoulder any difficulties!
“I know you are all sad, and I am too, but time is running out. According to Little Sweet Bean, there are less than six months left until the end of the world.”
"Our most important task now is to seize every minute to gather supplies and strengthen the defenses of the villa."
"Qingqing, you've read apocalyptic novels, haven't you? Zombies are scary, but what's most frightening are the people who rob supplies; they'll stop at nothing."
"As long as we have absolute resources in our hands, and our villa is so sturdy that zombies and humans can't get in, we have nothing to fear."
"I'm going to gather supplies first. You two get some rest."
After saying that, he planned to take Song Yuanqing and Old Master Song to the bedroom.
Song Yuanqing grabbed Ye Jingyu's hand that was supporting her arm. "Wait, Jingyu."
Then he looked at Grandpa Song and said, "Dad, tell me your bank card and PIN. We need a lot of money right now."
When Ye Jingyu led the old man out of the Song family villa, he specifically asked the old man where his bank card was kept.
Therefore, the bank card was on Ye Jingyu at that moment.
Grandpa Song glanced at his daughter's expression and knew what she was thinking. "The bank card is with Xiao Ye. The password is your birthday."
Song Yuanqing was deeply moved and felt even more strongly that he had been a bastard in the past.
But there was no time for sentimentality now. Seeing Ye Jingyu take out his bank card and hand it to him, he glanced helplessly at Ye Jingyu, who seemed to have become oblivious in front of the father and daughter.
How come he hasn't made any progress after all these years? I don't know how he got the title of the richest man.
She nudged Ye Jingyu's hand.
"No need to give it to me. I'm still weak and it's inconvenient for me to move around outside. You go ahead and use Dad's card as you like. I'll shop online from home."
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