Chapter 28 No, He’s My Father

Chapter 28 No, He's My Father

"Ya Ya, Ya Ya."

Liu Jie tossed the empty instant noodle bag out the window before returning to wake Li Xiaoya up.

"Jie Ge, what’s wrong?"

Li Xiaoya had finally fallen asleep and was now abruptly woken up, feeling annoyed but not showing it on her face.

"Look at this!" Liu Jie held two packets of instant noodles in front of Li Xiaoya.

Li Xiaoya’s eyes lit up at the sight of the instant noodles, greedily hugging both packets to her chest.

"Jie Ge, where did you get these from?"

"Shh!"

Liu Jie signaled for Li Xiaoya to keep her voice down, then gently locked the door from the inside.

Li Xiaoya also noticed the note on the blanket, hardly believing it.

"This..."

"These two packets of instant noodles were brought here by this drone." Then, Liu Jie flipped the note over.

"If you agree, write a note and release the drone."

"Ya Ya, what should we do now?"

Liu Jie was very tempted; he hadn’t had a proper meal in days and didn’t want to go hungry anymore.

This note was his salvation from hunger.

If he could turn Li Xiaoya, he wouldn’t have to worry about being sent to the fat man and could fill his stomach.

So for Liu Jie, he had to make this happen.

Li Xiaoya clung tightly to the instant noodles in her arms but shook her head vigorously.

"I can’t, I can’t do this."

"He is my father!"

Li Xiaoya still cared about her father and refused to agree to this.

Initially, Liu Jie had planned to keep the two packets of instant noodles for himself, but then he realized that Li Shanyang, a middle-aged man, couldn’t possibly manage alone.

Moreover, Li Shanyang had a close relationship with them, and Liu Jie couldn’t silently take him away. So Liu Jie decided to turn Li Xiaoya.

Holding Li Xiaoya in his arms, Liu Jie patted her back to comfort her.

"Okay, okay, if you don’t want to, we won’t. We don’t need the food."

As Li Xiaoya gradually calmed down, Liu Jie began to tempt her with words.

"Back at the fat man’s place, I saw a whole house full of food—chicken feet, chips, spicy strips..."

"I wonder when this rain will stop..."

Hearing the names of the snacks, Li Xiaoya couldn’t help but salivate, imagining eating them. She hadn’t had a full meal in seven days and often woke up hungry at night.

Seeing that Li Xiaoya was wavering, Liu Jie decided to push further.

"Ya Ya, it’s okay. Look, I stayed at the fat man’s place for two days, right?"

"When I came back, I just rested for two days, and I was fine. Uncle will be fine too."

"After the storm ends, we can figure out how to get Meng Ci’s money and compensate Uncle properly."

Li Xiaoya’s mind was in turmoil, unsure of what to do.

Liu Jie knew when to stop and promptly ended the conversation.

"There’s no indication of when we need to send Uncle there, Ya Ya."

"Why don’t we agree first to keep the fat man from looking elsewhere?"

"If we can’t find food later, we can send Uncle then?"

Li Xiaoya hesitated but finally nodded.

"But Jie Ge, we have a deal."

"We won’t send Dad unless absolutely necessary."

"Okay, whatever you say."

Liu Jie agreed, knowing that once Li Xiaoya was hungry enough, she would easily agree.

They searched the room for a pen but found none.

In the end, Li Xiaoya reluctantly took out her eyebrow pencil and wrote a "Yes" on the paper.

Liu Jie stuffed the note into a plastic bag, attached it to the drone, and threw the drone outside.

Meng Ci was constantly monitoring the situation and quickly controlled the drone’s flight.

Seeing that the two people were constantly watching the drone, Meng Ci maneuvered it to fly in the direction of the fat man.

After they could no longer see it, he then maneuvered the drone back home.

Through surveillance, Meng Ci learned the answer from their words and actions. Therefore, after retrieving the drone, he did not bother to read the note and went on to attend to other matters.

Soon, the tap water was cut off, so Meng Ci filled every container in the house with water.

The next morning, Meng Ci woke up at eight as usual.

After a day and night of torrential rain, the flood had completely submerged the first-floor windows.

According to the book's description, these floods would eventually reach the fourth floor.

Since Jin Shang Jia Yuan was a newly built residential area, apart from the flooded ground floor, everything else remained relatively fine.

However, some older neighborhoods, due to years of neglect, could not escape the danger of collapse, bringing down residents along with them in an instant.

Meng Ci sighed.

Humans are truly insignificant in the face of natural disasters.

Torrential rains flood the land, acid rain erode buildings, and heavy snow freezes the earth...

Even with all the supplies he had stockpiled, Meng Ci still lacked confidence in surviving the apocalypse.

He feared that one day, he might meet a tragic end by accident.

Sometimes, he even dreamed that the space and its food would suddenly disappear, leaving him to starve to death.

Or perhaps, when people couldn't find food, they would capture him and carve away his flesh piece by piece.

Or even dream that he was the Meng Ci in the book, being pinned down by the fat man...

Knowing what the future holds only increased his fear.

Sometimes, Meng Ci even wished there was no such thing as the space, wishing he didn't know what the future held.

Just like those residents who thought this was just an ordinary storm that would pass.

But all of this was impossible, so he could only prepare for everything before the more severe weather arrived.

The residents downstairs collecting food seemed to understand that the military wouldn't pity them and would indeed not give them food if they didn't have any, so today was quieter than yesterday.

When leaving, Shen Que came out in time and followed behind Meng Ci.

"Didn't sleep well last night?" Shen Que asked.

Meng Ci nodded, "Had nightmares."

"It's okay; dreams are often the opposite."

Unexpectedly, the usually cold-faced Shen Que actually offered some comfort.

"Mm." Meng Ci yawned.

With the precedent set by the military's punctual departure yesterday, everyone was eager to queue up today, so when the two of them went down, they ended up at the back of the line.

"Soldier, you must stand up for us!"

Meng Ci and Shen Que, both tall, could clearly see what was happening at the front even though they were at the back of the line.

The few people who hadn't received food yesterday rushed into the house, beating up the family and stealing their food. Now, they stood by the window, supporting their barely breathing grandmother, making a pitiful appeal.

"My mother was beaten up by a group of bandits yesterday, and they even stole our food. Is there any justice left?"

"Do you know who beat her?" the soldier asked.

The attack happened too suddenly yesterday, and the man only vaguely remembered a few faces. Moreover, the family's surveillance system had been destroyed.

Seeing the man's hesitant expression, the soldier said, "Preserve your evidence. After the storm ends, relevant personnel will handle it."

People behind them urged them to leave quickly. Fearing another beating, the man reluctantly took the food and left.

Then, the loudspeaker outside sounded, urging everyone to get along amicably.