Chapter 147 Who Can Resist a Sweet-Talking Husband?

Chapter 147: Who Could Resist a Sweet-Talking Husband?

With a flurry of activity, a pink tent quickly took shape. Though it appeared small and cottage-like from the outside, its interior was surprisingly vast, much like a yurt.

One had to commend the ingenuity of these merchants. Even in the apocalypse, they thrived, adapting their products with remarkable flexibility and foresight. This tent was a prime example of their innovative spirit.

Hua Diao paced inside the tent, her voice filled with admiration. "There are so many clever people in the world! To think they could combine a tent with a Space Expansion Stone. Unlike me, who can only mechanically upgrade weapons using rigid formulas."

Xie Tingsheng approached, his tall, imposing figure casting a shadow over her. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. Tilting his head slightly, his chiseled, handsome profile pressed against her soft cheek. His deep voice, laced with amusement, murmured, "Want to learn? I can arrange for that person to teach you."

"Oh, is the tent's creator in your squad?" Hua Diao didn't resist, affectionately rubbing her cheek against his handsome profile, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Mm. I've established a research and development department with no shortage of talent. This tent is just one of their products. The person who made it used to work in a military factory—he's a family member of one of our squad members."

"You're truly far-sighted."

Hua Diao couldn't help but give her husband a thumbs-up. As expected of the former head of the massive Xie Group, his mind was simply extraordinary. He had already found a path to profit so quickly.

Xie Tingsheng's lips curved into a modest smile. "My luck isn't great, so I have to find alternative ways to earn money by using my brain. Unlike you, wife, who can surpass me countless times just by sheer luck. That epic staff you pulled today made me incredibly envious."

Hua Diao couldn't suppress the upward curve of her lips. Who could resist such a sweet-talking husband?

She turned, cupped his face in her hands, and gave him a loud smooch before excitedly declaring, "Don't be too envious. I'll definitely pull another epic weapon next time, and then you'll have one too."

Xie Tingsheng's lips curved into a smile as he gazed at her beaming face, her eyes crescent-shaped with joy. The light in his phoenix eyes deepened, transforming into intense possessiveness. But he quickly lowered his gaze, concealing the swirling emotions within. Then, with a slight smirk, his large, well-defined hand reached up to cup the back of her head, pulling her lips back to his.

A low, husky voice escaped between their connected lips: "Then, as your husband, I have no way to repay you except... to offer myself."

"Mmm."

Amidst the kiss, Xie Tingsheng lifted Hua Diao and carried her toward the freshly made bed.

She was gently laid onto the soft mattress, her dazed eyes, misted with pleasure, staring blankly upwards. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a rosy hue, her entire being like a small boat swaying amidst intoxicating spring scenery, still immersed in blissful delight. The next second, a shadow loomed over her.

Xie Tingsheng's eyes were deep and dark, suppressing intense emotions as he leaned down. His long, powerful arms framed her face. His left hand gently caressed her flushed cheek, tucking stray strands of hair behind her ear before tracing the delicate curve of her earlobe. His fingers trailed down her cheek, then delicately brushed over her crimson, swollen lips.

The next second, his gaze darkened further, and he lowered his head to kiss those red lips once more.

The soft, amber glow of the lantern illuminated the entire space. The temperature inside the quiet tent steadily climbed. Just as it reached its peak, a sudden notification sound echoed within.

Xie Tingsheng paused, not wanting to stop, still holding her close and eager to continue. But then, a barrage of incessant notifications followed, as if they wouldn't cease until he acknowledged them.

Hua Diao, nestled in his arms, her eyes glistening and cheeks flushed, gently poked his chest. "Go check it. It might be something urgent."

Xie Tingsheng's expression was gloomy, his deep eyes filled with annoyance. But he sighed in resignation and conceded; this tent truly wasn't the most suitable place.

He then sat up with her in his arms, smoothing her disheveled hair and re-buttoning the two undone buttons at her collarbone. He settled her onto his lap like a large doll before slowly opening the game interface.

The messages were from Zhu Bin, sent in multiple parts—hence the barrage of notifications.

It turned out that the Qingcheng Special Operations Bureau had contacted Zhu Bin, the Grand Steward of the Peanut Squad, to discuss a collaboration. They hoped the Peanut Squad could spare some manpower to help deal with a monster tide within Qingcheng city tonight. The Special Operations Bureau was willing to provide locations and information about the monster tide for free.

Zhu Bin was unsure whether to agree, so he sought Xie Tingsheng's opinion as the squad leader.

He also inquired whether Xie Tingsheng and Hua Diao planned to take shifts together or separately so he could arrange the duty roster accordingly.

Near the distant bonfire outside the tent, He Yongxin—already on his second round of food—turned and glanced at Zhu Bin, a clear look of confusion on his face. "Isn't the captain right there in the tent? It's just a few steps. Wouldn't it be better to discuss it with him in person instead of sitting here sending messages?"

Zhu Bin gazed in the direction of the tent, sighing wistfully. "You, a lonely single man, wouldn't understand."

He Yongxin froze, his hand holding a lamb skewer, his face a picture of indignation. "You know I just broke up, and you're still mocking me? And aren't you single too? How dare you look down on me!"

Zhu Bin shot him a truly disdainful look. "Hmph, not worth my time."

Was he mocking He Yongxin? Of course not. He was hinting that approaching the tent right now was a terrible idea.

On a dark, windy night with a clear, starry sky, what else would a married couple be doing inside a tent? He could guess with his eyes closed. Going to find Brother Sheng now would be like begging for death. But the Special Operations Bureau's plea for help was urgent, and delaying wasn't an option either. So, he had to resort to a roundabout solution—sending messages.

To ensure Brother Sheng—currently wrapped in soft, fragrant warmth—would notice, he deliberately split the messages into multiple parts.

This way, Brother Sheng would at least have a moment to compose himself.

Zhu Bin sighed inwardly. For the sake of his own life, he had truly sacrificed too much!

Being the Grand Steward of the squad wasn't a job just anyone could handle. A fool like He Yongxin certainly couldn't; he'd probably anger Brother Sheng within days and get thrown to the monsters!