Apocalypse: My Sweetie Is Tough but Cute
Chapter 394 - Chapter 394 Chapter 393 Who Feels Heartache for Whom 4

Chapter 394: Chapter 393: Who Feels Heartache for Whom 4 Chapter 394: Chapter 393: Who Feels Heartache for Whom 4 “Let’s settle her in, then head home. I’ll make her something to eat.”

Tang Zelin nodded, “Alright, then let’s go. Xiao’ai just had her shot; it’s time for her to get some sleep.”

Being soldiers, they might not be good at much, but they had the sharpest ears!

As soon as they heard that Sister-in-law was going home to cook, their hands shot up, volunteering to mooch a meal!

Tang Zelin initially planned to find a time for Su Shu to meet everyone. He hadn’t expected it to happen under these circumstances. Did he scold them for their gluttony reaching the skies? After playfully chiding them, he turned to Su Shu and said, just throw something together for them to make do with.

Su Shu pursed her lips and chuckled softly, “Alright.”

“Hey, hey, hey! Sister-in-law! Don’t listen to Old Tang, okay?”

Yao Ke accompanied the couple to the hospital exit. Tang Zelin handed Xiao’ai to Su Shu temporarily, “You hold the child and go ahead. I’ll say a few words to Old Yao and come over.”

“Okay, go ahead and talk.”

Su Shu roughly guessed what he wanted to discuss with Yao Ke.

Watching his wife’s figure growing more distant, Tang Zelin fished a cigarette out of his pocket, took one for himself, and gave the rest of the pack to Yao Ke.

Yao Ke was surprised and chuckled, “Nice, Old Tang, you’ve got quite the stash! Then I won’t be polite.”

“When have you ever been polite to anyone?”

“Ah, you know me too well!” Yao Ke laughed heartily, lit the cigarette, and took a deep drag, “Oh boy, this is really nice.

Tang Zelin asked, “That girl who came to your place, did Wang Xie explain things clearly to you?”

It turned out to be about that. Yao Ke’s face became a bit more solemn. He nodded and flicked his cigarette ash, “He did. He wasn’t too detailed, but we are who we are–we figure out what we need to. You know, I can’t just let anyone hang around me.”

Tang Zelin nodded, “As long as you understand, what about the others?”

“They kind of get it,” Yao Ke said, and then his brow furrowed suddenly, “The area near your C City hasn’t been very peaceful, huh?”

“Yeah, it’s been unstable for a while, which is why the city’s under lockdown. There aren’t enough hands, and some fish always slip through the net. Over time, it can become problematic. How about you?”

Yao Ke, “What do you mean?”

“What are you going up north for, to the border?”

When the subject came up, Yao Ke took a drag of his cigarette and sneered, “Heard from the higher-ups that some people up north are conducting human experiments, inhumane stuff, and it’s getting out of control. They’re afraid those guys might come over, so ten squads have been dispatched there.”

“Do they need your elite forces for that?”

“The mercenaries on the other side are strong, and the Garrison Troops on the northernmost front can’t hold out, so we’re going in as support.”

“Cross border?”

“We’ll see. When we get there, we’ll follow the command from up top.” After flicking the ash, Yao Ke was genuinely curious about Tang Zelin’s post-apocalyptic married life.

“Seeing you settled down, I’m genuinely happy for you.”

Tang Zelin held the cigarette between his fingers, took a couple of puffs, and smiled faintly, flicking away the ash with a knuckle, “Keep your eyes wide open over there, and try to come back alive, like me.”

“Haha, it’s all up to fate.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s go back.” Tang Zelin stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, punched Yao Ke in the chest.

Yao Ke: “Alright, if Sister-in-law comes down later with food, you got any booze to bring along?”

“You just can’t forget about booze, can you? There’s actually some, just you wait!”

“That’s what I’m talking about.”

Tang Zelin bid farewell to his comrade and hurried to catch up with his wife. He took the child from her arms, holding Xiao’ai in one arm and Su Shu’s hand with the other, as they walked home in the moonlight as a family.

Yao Ke stood at the hospital entrance, taking the last drag of his cigarette, his gaze distant through the hazy smoke as he watched the family fade away.

For this group of soldiers who lived life on the edge of the blade, what was happiness?

He shook his head with a faint smile, tossed the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it with his foot, and turned back into the hospital.