Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 614

Chapter 614: Chapter 610: Men Are Not Good Merchandise

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The following day, unexpectedly, an unanticipated guest arrived.

It was Xie Jinghong’s little aunt, Fan Hongshan.

She came accompanying her husband to the Xie Family home. Zhou Zhenghui, upon seeing Zhou Yilang personally visit, was not surprised. He made a brief introduction to the Xie Family members, then discussed matters with Xie Jingchen.

However, Fan Hongshan’s cold attitude towards her elder sister-in-law had changed. It seemed as if she had become a lot more open and cheerful since shedding her younger brother Fan Fengshou.

She was also more willing to socialize with Fan Jiefang’s family, and even the widowed Li Xiaochun seemed to have grown two points closer.

There were some matters she didn’t really want to care about, not because she didn’t wish to, but because the ties of bloodline weighed heavy on her, stifling her breath. She couldn’t bring herself to generously forgive her younger brother, nor could she bear to watch her mother repeatedly make foolish mistakes and drag her down as well—she’d rather not see them at all.

Before her biological father passed away, Fan Jiefang’s household was a slightly well-off scholarly family. Otherwise, Fan Hongshan wouldn’t have been able to study calligraphy and traditional painting from a young age.

This was because the Fan Family had a strong man protecting it, and nothing had ever troubled Li Xiaochun on the outside; with a caring elder sister-in-law by her side, Li Xiaochun was not like how she is now before her husband passed away.

But life doesn’t wait for anyone to decide. When the unexpected happened, the utterly incapable Li Xiaochun began to face difficult days with her young son and daughter—one could predict that—

Yan Jinsu was frail, but fortunately, she had Xie Jingzi to keep her company, and Xie Jinghong to host her. The few women in the main hall were close in age, so they got along well in conversation.

Fan Hongshan had a good impression of the few women present, and her tone was sincere. Upon seeing the significant change in Yan Jinsu’s health compared to their last meeting, words of comfort and greeting naturally spilled out.

She even didn’t mind the sense of unfamiliarity when Yan Jinsu’s gaze fell on her. Truly, her first impression of Yan Jinsu was a good one, and as they chatted, a sense of closeness and envy seeped through.

Sadly, Zhou Yilang was very tactful. In the course of their conversation, he couldn’t help but notice that Mr. Xie Rongwei furrowed his brows and looked towards the laughing living room every three to five minutes—it was impossible to ignore.

Zhou Yilang didn’t overstay his welcome. His visit this time was not only to see Mr. Xie Rongwei but mainly to notify Zhou Zhenghui. His father in Beijing had relayed information that his mother’s condition was dire, hence, he would have to travel to Beijing with his wife and child tomorrow.

As the direct heir and the Young Master of the Zhou family, he couldn’t just slip away without a word.

After staying for about an hour, and not having a particularly close friendship with Mr. Xie Rongwei, he felt it was the right time to leave, so he proposed his departure.

Upon hearing this, Fan Hongshan was somewhat reluctant to part. The fact was that all the Xie Family’s ladies were kind and cultured, and everyone was in a similar station, without any hint of high-and-mighty ’scrutiny’; they truly got along well.

Moreover, these Xie Family ladies included her sister-in-law, the fiancée of the Young Master of the Zhou family, the wife of Xie Laoer, and also the legitimate granddaughter of the Yan Family. Having lived within her husband’s social circle for a while, Fan Hongshan certainly knew the importance of establishing good relations with them.

The most precious thing was, these were all her own people!

Therefore, Fan Hongshan felt no pressure in socializing. Precisely for this reason, whenever Xie Jingchen’s gaze drifted toward the main hall, Zhou Yilang’s eyes also gradually softened in that direction.

It seemed he had never heard his wife’s laughter so hearty and pleasant, frank and delightful.

As soon as Zhou Yilang left, Xie Jingzi was pulled aside by Zhou Zhenghui for a murmured, private conversation.

"Uncle, wha-what’s the matter?" Xie Jingzi, seeing that handsome face darken, felt a bit unsettled.

She hadn’t done anything these last few days, so what was with his expression?

Xie Jingzi knew this man had great power. When she was nearly abducted, she saw him appear before her like a Heavenly God, with a gun in his hand that wasn’t just a toy!

In reality, Zhou Zhenghui was just a politician. How could he possibly be qualified to carry a handgun on him? Even if the current firearms restrictions aren’t too strict and many Civilian Defense Captains might have them, there is a difference between guns!

Xie Jingzi has a Third Brother who is part of the Rong Team, so she naturally understands a bit about these matters.

"She hooked up with Zhou Yilang’s little brother, which is why she eventually entered a branch of the Zhou family," Zhou Zhenghui saw the little woman understood but still looked unhappy with furrowed brows:

"She got pregnant before marriage, and just when the Third Sister-in-law disappeared a while back, she happened to give birth prematurely, and even caused Aunt Five to fall down the stairs, who is still in a coma now."

"Ah~" Xie Jingzi finished listening, her mouth agape in shock, and stared blankly at her calm-speaking partner, she swallowed and stated with composure:

"Uncle, you... stay away from me in the future!"

That Zhou Yilang’s own brother had gotten someone pregnant before getting married... really, what kind of lock, such is the key that goes with it!

Indeed, men are no good at all!

Hmph! Xie Jingzi glared at the man resentfully and turned to walk away.

Seeing the little woman act this way, Zhou Zhenghui knew exactly what she was wary of. He was so vexed in his heart, yet he couldn’t help but comfort her. With a long reach, he pulled her into his embrace, his phoenix eyes glaring at her, and his voice in a low growl:

"Little Zi’er, don’t you trust me?"

Facing her uncle’s devilishly handsome face growing darker than ink, Xie Jingzi meekly replied, "...I trust you."