Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 477

After the Central Base merged into Yun City, the construction of the Central Base became the top priority.

As the person in charge, Mu Yang arrived at the Central Base with a team of technicians.

Mo Chun, the current head of the Central Base, was involved in the entire process.

Yun City could cultivate a variety of vegetables, fruits, and livestock, but its population was limited—far smaller than the massive workforce of the Central Base.

Thus, Yun Xiaoxiao’s plan was for Yun City to focus on production while the Central Base would serve as its largest processing hub, fully utilizing its manpower.

Mu Yang and Mo Chun met almost daily to discuss the best strategies and oversee the construction progress.

Over time, the two grew familiar with each other.

Both were strong-willed yet gentle in demeanor, making their dynamic harmonious.

"Hey, have you noticed how well-matched Mu Yang and our Miss Mo Chun are?"

Amidst the construction work, whispers of gossip began to spread.

"Now that you mention it, there really is something there."

"Right? Both talented, good-looking—what a perfect pair."

Their hushed voices carried as they stole glances at the two.

Not far away, Mu Yang and Mo Chun were deep in discussion, their attention fixed on a blueprint in Mu Yang’s hands.

Unaware of how close they stood, their heads nearly touched.

At lunch, Mo Chun sat with Huang Yan.

Watching Mo Chun eat quietly, Huang Yan smirked.

"Xiao Chun, you and Mu Yang..."

Her tone was teasing.

Mo Chun froze, her ears burning at the implication.

"Auntie, don’t joke like that. There’s nothing between me and Brother Mu."

"Really?"

Mo Chun bit her chopstick. "Mhm."

Her answer lacked conviction.

Truthfully, ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍Mu Yang was handsome, reliable, and capable—any girl would be drawn to someone like him.

She was no exception.

But...

He only ever discussed work with her, never anything personal.

She assumed he didn’t feel the same.

So, she kept her feelings to herself, not wanting to disrupt their current balance.

Then, something unexpected happened.

Whether from exhaustion or something else, Mu Yang fell ill.

A high fever left him delirious, his body aching and weak.

"How is Brother Mu?" Mo Chun’s worried voice echoed outside his room.

"It’s a viral infection. He needs plenty of rest..."

The doctor listed instructions, which Mo Chun carefully noted.

"You all go ahead. I’ll take care of him."

She addressed Mu Yang’s subordinates.

"Then... thank you, Chief Mo."

Exchanging glances, they nodded.

As men, they lacked the same attentiveness—and they could tell Mo Chun had feelings for Mu Yang.

Once alone, Mo Chun returned to the room, fetching warm water to gently wipe Mu Yang’s forehead, neck, armpits, and limbs.

Following the doctor’s advice, she tended to him meticulously.

For two days and nights, she barely left his side.

At the slightest stir, she was there.

Thanks to her care, Mu Yang’s fever broke, and he gradually regained consciousness.

Late at night, Mu Yang opened his eyes to find someone lying beside him.

Staring at Mo Chun’s delicate features, he froze.

Though his mind had been hazy, he’d known someone was caring for him.

He just hadn’t expected it to be Mo Chun.

Then, Mo Chun’s long lashes fluttered.

Panicked, Mu Yang shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Mo Chun rubbed her eyes, pulling the slipped blanket back over him.

Her soft fingers accidentally brushed his neck, sending a jolt through him.

Noticing his dry lips, she fetched water, dampened a tissue, and lightly dabbed his mouth.

Again and again, her touch feather-light.

Like a dragonfly skimming water, she soothed his chapped lips.

Mu Yang’s pulse raced.

Awake or asleep—neither felt right.

Torturous...

His hands clenched under the covers.

His body grew warm again.

Mo Chun frowned, pressing a hand to his forehead.

"Strange, why is he burning up again?"

Had the fever returned?

She hurried to wet a cloth and began wiping him down.

The doctor said this would cool him faster, easing his discomfort.

Whether it helped him or not, Mu Yang was suffering.

If this continued, things might get... awkward.

Just as Mo Chun reached to loosen his collar, Mu Yang "woke up," blinking groggily.

Mo Chun froze, face-to-face with him.

Their eyes locked in silence.

The air thickened.

Spotting her hand on his collar, Mo Chun yanked it back as if scalded.

Her cheeks and ears flushed crimson.

"I—I was just cooling you down! The doctor said—I wasn’t—"

She feared he’d think she was taking liberties.

"I know. Thank you."

Mu Yang’s gentle smile steadied her.

Mo Chun stared, momentarily lost.

Mu Yang grew warm under her gaze and cleared his throat.

"Water? I’m thirsty."

Snapping back, Mo Chun turned scarlet.

"Y-yes! Right away!"

She stumbled off, banging her knee.

A sharp gasp escaped her.

"Careful!"

Mu Yang sat up to help.

Their eyes met again.

The room seemed to heat up.

"I’m fine! I’ll get your water."

Grinning, Mo Chun hurried away.

His concern made her heart melt like candy.

Watching her flustered retreat, Mu Yang smiled to himself.