Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
If Lu Zhengjun truly cared about Lu Xiaoran, he should have sent a message to inquire when the poison gas first arrived. However, in the three weeks since then, he had not sent a single message to Lu Xiaoran. Now, he was only asking because his own family's food supply was running low, and he wanted to find out how much food Lu Xiaoran had left. If there was enough, he planned to bring his wife and children to stay at Lu Xiaoran's home, just as he had done in his previous life.
Lu Xiaoran silently recalled his Second Uncle, Lu Zhengjun, and his hypocritical behavior. When Lu Xiaoran was young, Lu Zhengjun had made him take on all the dirty and tiring work at home. He would then shamelessly lecture him, saying, "I'm doing this for your own good. If you can't even clean one room, how can you expect to conquer the world? I'm helping you develop self-sufficiency so that you can stand firm in the future."
At that time, Lu Xiaoran was too young to see through Lu Zhengjun's manipulative words and believed that he genuinely cared for him. However, he gradually realized that Lu Zhengjun treated his own son, Lu Zihau, entirely differently. He never let Lu Zihau do any work; instead, he catered to him like a servant attending to a revered ancestor.
It was then that Lu Xiaoran understood that Lu Zhengjun's concern for him was merely superficial; his words were just empty flattery.
Standing up, Lu Xiaoran paced around the living room with a hint of a playful smile on his lips. Since Lu Zhengjun wanted to know how he was doing now, he decided to record a video in his safe house and send it to him for a reality check.
He opened the camera on his phone and began recording as he walked around the house. After showcasing all the luxurious furniture worth a fortune, he moved to the refrigerator. Opening its door wide, he zoomed in on the overflowing food inside.
He couldn't help but wonder what expression that old fool would have upon seeing it.
After sending the video to Lu Zhengjun, Lu Xiaoran tossed his phone aside and returned to his own business.
Meanwhile, Lu Zhengjun was gnawing on a moldy bun when he received the video from Lu Xiaoran. Curiosity piqued, he reached out with his left hand and clicked to open it.
It didn't matter if he hadn't looked; once he did, he nearly dropped his jaw in shock. The house in the video resembled an emperor's palace—opulent and grand—with all high-end furniture from renowned brands that screamed luxury at first glance.
At the end of the video, Lu Xiaoran even showcased the stockpile of food in his refrigerator.
The food in that video was a delicacy that Lu Zhengjun had never even dared to dream of.
Is this really Lu Xiaoran's home?
Lu Zhengjun came back to his senses, his face filled with disbelief. He couldn't believe that the house in the video was where Lu Xiaoran was currently living.
However, he quickly realized that this video must have been filmed by Lu Xiaoran himself, as Lu Xiaoran had shown his face at one point during the recording.
With trembling hands, Lu Zhengjun dragged the progress bar to find the moment when Lu Xiaoran appeared in the video.
He widened his eyes and stared intently; in the video, Lu Xiaoran looked radiant, even healthier than before the apocalypse.
How is this possible? Was he not affected by the toxic gas?
Comment 0 Comment Count