Chapter 95 Meng Ci, Who Do You Like the Most?

Chapter 95 Meng Ci, Who Do You Like the Most?

"You guys... are really something!"

Even at this time, they still dared to get pregnant. They couldn't even take care of themselves, let alone a child.

That was why Meng Ci was utterly astonished when he found out that Zhang Mingtian's wife was pregnant.

How could a pregnant woman in these times get the necessary nutrition?

And with prenatal check-ups and everything else, finding a doctor for childbirth would be nearly impossible.

These two people had some nerve.

Didn't they fear complications during childbirth or giving birth to a deformed child?

It wasn't surprising that Meng Ci thought so negatively; after all, novels had described how some pregnant women in the apocalypse suffered from malnutrition or consumed mutated food, resulting in deformed children.

Zhang Mingtian sighed. "My wife and I are both in our early thirties, and we've been married for years without having any children."

"We thought there might be an issue with one of us."

"But since our relationship is strong, we didn't want it to affect our bond, so we never went for specific tests."

"Who knew my wife would suddenly become pregnant this time."

Initially, when Zhang Mingtian learned about his wife's pregnancy, his first reaction was to have her terminate it.

After all, how could they raise a child in the apocalypse?

But neither his wife nor his mother-in-law saw it that way. They believed that the child coming now must be a sign of good fortune.

So they persuaded Zhang Mingtian to agree to keep the child.

And Zhang Mingtian, who also felt a bit of anticipation about having a child with his wife, agreed to this absurd decision.

Since it was their family matter, Meng Ci didn't say much and simply moved on from the topic.

He then began asking about the refugee settlement.

Zhang Mingtian shared what he knew with Meng Ci.

The villa complex Meng Ci bought initially had only one hundred villas built.

The occupancy rate was just one-fifth.

The government took over villas numbered fifty-one to one hundred and arranged for those residents to move into the unoccupied villas among the first fifty.

They demolished most of the villas and built new houses along the mountainside.

Each house was only about ten square meters, equipped with iron bunk beds.

At least eight people lived in each room.

Of course, larger rooms were available, but only for those with exceptional skills.

For example, construction workers skilled in brick-making and wall-building were prioritized in the refugee settlement.

Doctors, scarce in the apocalypse, were also given preferential treatment.

As for urban white-collar and blue-collar workers like Zhang Mingtian, they were once glamorous before the apocalypse but became useless afterward.

Unable to carry heavy loads or do manual labor, they ended up at the bottom.

They did the hardest work—digging soil and shoveling snow—yet received the least amount of food.

Therefore, when they learned they could leave, Zhang Mingtian and his companions left without hesitation.

Hearing this, Meng Ci nodded.

The villa he bought, number eight, with its reinforced walls, had surely not been occupied.

Meng Ci felt relieved and planned to move in once the blizzard ended.

Back in the house, Meng Ci briefly explained the situation to Shen Que and mentioned that he owned a villa there.

If anything happened to their current shelter after the blizzard, they could go live in the villa.

Shen Que had no objections to this plan.

The Meng family used to be the wealthiest in M City, so owning a villa in such a prime location was normal.

During dinner, Meng Ci prepared a bowl of meat mixed with rice and topped with leftover soup for the white wolf, which ate heartily.

Pleased that the white wolf wasn't picky, Meng Ci started thinking about giving it a name.

"Shen Que, do you have any suggestions?" Meng Ci asked expectantly.

Shen Que thought for a moment and suggested, "When naming an animal, you can use something you like."

"For example, if you like drinking cola, you can call it Cola."

"If you like eating braised eggplant, you can call it Braised or Eggplant."

Meng Ci initially thought Shen Que's suggestion was reasonable, but when he heard "braised eggplant," he found it ridiculous.

So Meng Ci propped himself up and deliberately said, "The person I like the most is someone named Shen Que."

"Then can I call White Wolf Shen Que?"

Hearing this, Shen Que looked deeply into Meng Ci's eyes.

Meng Ci blinked. He was just joking; Shen Que shouldn't take it so seriously.

"What did you say just now?" Shen Que suddenly asked.

Of course, Meng Ci wouldn't repeat what he said. His eyes darted around. "I didn't say anything."

Oh my god, he had accidentally confessed to Shen Que. How embarrassing!

"You said the person you like the most is me," Shen Que said.

Well, since it was already out there, there was no point in being shy now.

"Mm." So Meng Ci nodded, clearing his throat in acknowledgment.

Shen Que was so handsome, and he cooked and cleaned for him. Of course, he liked him the most.

But in his heart, Meng Ci added that the person he liked the most was still himself.

Without caring whether his hands were clean from washing dishes, Shen Que pulled Meng Ci over and kissed him.

Meng Ci's eyes widened in surprise.

This was the first time Shen Que had taken the initiative.

Unfortunately, there was no surveillance to record this moment.

When they finally parted, panting, there was even a thin silver thread between their lips.

Meng Ci quickly wiped away the saliva, pretending nothing had happened.

But calling White Wolf Shen Que was just to tease him.

Once the heat on his face subsided, Meng Ci continued thinking about a name for White Wolf.

Cola? Eggplant? Spicy Strips?

...

After much thought, Meng Ci couldn't find a suitable name for White Wolf.

He gave up.

Forget it, forget it. Names should come naturally.

White Wolf sounded fine.

In the evening, after rebandaging White Wolf's wounds, Shen Que went back.

Meng Ci, on the other hand, entered the space.

On the third floor, Meng Ci wondered if the words on the wall would have changed.

However, they hadn't. After guiding him to bring endless water into the space, the words remained unchanged.

Meng Ci could only leave the space with regret.

Lying in the warm bed, Meng Ci sighed contentedly.

It had been almost a month since the extreme cold began.

Snow fell intermittently but not as heavily as expected.

The temperature, however, had dropped severely, reaching nearly minus forty degrees Celsius.

For Meng Ci, who had lived in the south before transmigration and rarely seen snow, this was unbearable.

So he tried not to go outside unless necessary.

However, too many people had returned.

If they didn't go out to find supplies and appeared to be living comfortably, others might suspect they had plenty of food and firewood.

That could lead to an attack.

These were people who had survived through battles, and Meng Ci wasn't sure they could fight them off.

Therefore, despite his reluctance, Meng Ci would still go out with Shen Que in the coming days to gather some firewood.