Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse-Chapter 398 - 394: Guard Up to the Highest【Asking for Subscription and Monthly Tickets＋】

Chapter 398: Chapter 394: Guard Up to the Highest【Asking for Subscription and Monthly Tickets＋】

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Zhou Zhenghui, supported by Xie Jingzi, obediently drank the full cup of honey water. However, time had slipped to nine in the evening.

Following Zhou Zhenghui’s instructions, Wan Song had taken Little Tiantian home earlier and was also scheduled to pick him up at nine. It was neither too early nor too late, a suitable time for him to take his leave.

The Zhou family had many elders and children around— it simply wasn’t a place to linger for long.

Especially since several of the adult men were now drunk.

Xie Tiesheng, observing the interactions between his youngest child and the Zhou’s progeny, felt aggrieved and was led back to his room by Zhou Xiuhua. After washing up, he was pushed to bed to sleep.

Xiuhua, having come to terms with things, looked on with a positive, amused expression.

This allowed Zhou Zhenghui to see clearly and he was greatly relieved inside: Indeed, as the brothers said, a mother-in-law always grows more fond of her son-in-law— excellent!

Xie Jingzi, present in the living room, also noticed and her cheeks reddened slightly, relaxing a bit. Just then, she heard the familiar sound of a car downstairs and helped Zhou Zhenghui down, leaving Xie Jingyang still lying on the stiff sofa. And Xie Jingchen?

Heh, as soon as he saw Jiang Xiaoying coming downstairs, he simply excused himself with a ’help yourself’ and went straight up to the third floor.

When Jiang Xiaoying finished washing the dishes and tidying up the kitchen, only Xie Jingyang was left in the living room.

Xie Jingyang had long finished his honey water. Among the four men, he drank the least. Compared to his father, an old drunkard, he was just a light drinker, barely managing six or seven ounces, and even then, he was terribly headachy at the moment.

Seeing Jiang Xiaoying frozen in the hallway, he squinted and tried to stand up. Due to his dizziness, he almost fell over, startling Jiang Xiaoying who rushed forward to help him, awkwardly asking:

"Brother Jingyang, what are you doing?"

"Water..." Xie Jingyang wasn’t shy; because he unexpectedly leaned close to Jiang Xiaoying, he almost collapsed onto her shoulder, fortunately not completely passing out and managing to stand firm with some effort.

"Sss, careful!" Jiang Xiaoying staggered from his bump, nearly losing her balance, and as Xie Jingyang had drunk alcohol, the warm and alcoholic breath enveloped her, turning her face entirely red—

she couldn’t help it, she was a widow, and widows often face excessive gossip. She always tried to avoid men as much as possible to prevent idle tongues wagging.

Initially, her brother and sister-in-law were willing to take her back to her maternal home to live, not minding that she brought along a young daughter, and she was too grateful to invite any unwanted rumors.

People have their pride; trees have their bark; maintaining dignity is human nature. Having received kindness from relatives, Jiang Xiaoying was particularly careful about such matters.

At this moment, Xie Jingyang was a grown man and quite tall. When he bumped into her, her face completely buried into his chest— how could she not blush?

"Umm..." Xie Jingyang’s head was swollen, but his reasoning was still intact, only his throat was extremely dry. Seeing the woman he harbored affection for in pain, he quickly stabilized himself and wrapped his arms around her unsteady form, "Xiao Ying, did I hurt you? I’m sorry, I drank a bit too much."

He had no intention of acting foolishly drunk; he simply needed a drink due to his dry throat and did not mean to hurt her.

"Nothing’s wrong, Brother Jingyang; sit down, and I’ll get you some water. Be careful not to fall," knowing it wasn’t intentional, Jiang Xiaoying didn’t take it to heart.

"Just feeling a bit restless, he reflexively assisted Xie Jingyang to sit back, naturally avoiding the big hand that had been resting on his shoulder. He picked up the teapot he usually used, walked a few steps, and returned with a full cup of cool boiled water.

"Jingyang brother, wake up—" Seeing him with closed eyes and a flushed face, Jiang Xiaoying naturally sat next to him, maintaining a distance roughly the length of two fists and gently shaking his arm.

She was used to doing so and didn’t feel that she harbored strong defenses against men.

"Mmm~" Xie Jingyang gave a parched hum, opened his eyes wide, and stared directly at Jiang Xiaoying’s face, which was a few feet away.

"Jingyang brother, here’s your water, drink it quickly. I’ll pour more if it’s not enough," Jiang Xiaoying was startled by his abrupt glare, but still normally urged him to drink water, pondering internally: It’s my first time being so close to Xie Jingyang, I didn’t expect him to be quite handsome.

"..." Xie Jingyang fixed his gaze on her for three seconds, seeing her slightly turn her head in discomfort, he seemed to finally awake, took over the cup and gulped it down vigorously. After finishing one cup, he finally spoke,

"Thank you, Xiao Ying, I feel much better."

"Need more? Let me pour you another cup," Jiang Xiaoying knew she was older than him, but since they first met, he had been directly calling her by her name, and she had gotten used to this address.

Previously, she didn’t think much of it, but now, her old face was still slightly flushed.

Seeing him drink neatly and still looking unsatiated, she didn’t wait for him to speak but took the cup from his hand and went to fill it again.

At this moment, Xie Jingyang was much more sober. The living room was very quiet except for their breaths and Jiang Xiaoying, who smelled faintly of milk fragrance.

Because Jiang Xiaoying spent most of her time taking care of Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi, she naturally carried the smell of the twins.

Since Xie Jingyang realized that he harbored different feelings for Jiang Xiaoying, this was the first time they were alone together.

Previously, they were rarely alone, but back then there were also two babies present, so there wasn’t any awkwardness since he didn’t harbor any far-fetched thoughts towards her.

But now, looking at Jiang Xiaoying again, he only saw her merits. Although her face did not possess the charm of a young girl, it held the prudence of a mature woman.

He wasn’t a rookie; having experienced one failed marriage, he understood even better that the most important trait in a wife was to have a good temperament!

"Water, here you go." Jiang Xiaoying always felt that Xie Jingyang’s gaze was a bit strange. Holding the water in front of him, as he stared intently like he was transfixed, she could only verbally remind him.

"Oh, thank you!" Xie Jingyang, hardly a master in romances, his face reddened further like a boiled lobster due to Jiang Xiaoying’s puzzled look.

His eyes didn’t shift towards the water but continued to focus on Jiang Xiaoying, who was avoiding him. His large hand not only encompassed the water cup but also touched Jiang Xiaoying’s two fingers, causing her, who was sensitive, to retract them sharply—

"You!" Jiang Xiaoying glared at him and instantly turned around to head upstairs.

Jiang Xiaoying was genuinely angry. As a widow, she despised any physical contact from men the most. Whenever a man got close, her guard inevitably skyrocketed—

It’s tough being a widow.

Of course, knowing that the gentleman had gone upstairs, she didn’t plan on going up too soon. Right now, extremely angry, she didn’t concern herself with the possibility of intruding on the couple upstairs and creating a disturbance."