130: Chapter 130, we won't talk about it.

In the Drivers Cabin, Qin Lin and Han Qing were completely unaware of all this.

At this moment, Han Qing was no longer that serious and restrained doctor.

Her black dress was already in disarray, her shoulder straps having slipped down to reveal a large expanse of snow-white skin.

"Qin Lin..."

Her voice was hoarse and seductive.

"Aunt Qing."

"Why are you so... today?"

"So what?"

Han Qing lowered her head, her forehead resting against his, a smile playing on her lips.

"So proactive? So uninhibited?"

"Yes."

Han Qing smiled even more seductively.

"Because I don't just take the initiative at night."

"It's also because I want to get pregnant."

She whispered softly in his ear.

"In every way, every position, and every location."

"Today it's the Drivers Cabin."

"Tomorrow it might be the Living Room."

"Acquired might be the Medical Room."

"Anyway, I, Han Qing... am throwing caution to the wind..."

Qin Lin felt his Bloodline surging from her teasing.

This woman.

This 37-year-old, serious, restrained, and professional woman.

Once she let go, it was simply lethal.

The temperature in the Drivers Cabin rose higher and higher.

Outside the window, the RV continued to drive steadily.

In the hallway, strawberries were scattered across the floor, their red color piercingly bright.

The door to Bedroom No. 003 closed gently.

Han Yurou covered herself with the quilt, her tears flowing incessantly.

She didn't know what she was crying about.

Was it the grievance of being deceived?

Was it the jealousy of her mother "stealing" Qin Lin away?

Or was it that inexplicable feeling of being abandoned?

She only knew that she could never forget what she had just seen and heard.

"Mom..."

She buried her face in the pillow, her voice so thin it was almost inaudible.

"How could you do this..."

Outside the window, the sky was a murky gray.

The temperature was still rising back up.

But inside Bedroom No. 003, it was very, very cold.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the door to the Drivers Cabin finally opened.

Han Qing came out first, her hair a bit messy, but with a satisfied smile on her face.

She walked quickly toward Bedroom No. 003, wanting to check on her daughter.

Outside the Drivers Cabin, she saw the strawberries scattered all over the floor.

Bright red and crushed, as if they had been stepped on.

Her footsteps came to a sudden halt.

An ominous premonition surged in her heart.

"Yu Rou?"

She hurried to the bedroom and pushed open the door.

Han Yurou was lying on the bed with her back to the door, motionless.

"Yu Rou?"

Han Qing called out again.

"I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while."

Han Yurou's voice was very calm, abnormally so.

Han Qing opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing what to say.

She looked at the strawberries on the floor and faintly understood something in her heart.

There was a long silence.

"Okay."

She eventually only uttered one word.

"Then go to sleep."

She backed out of the room and gently closed the door.

Looking at the mess of strawberries on the floor, she suddenly felt a sense of panic.

Yu Rou knew.

How much did she know?

What would she think?

Would she...

Han Qing didn't dare think further.

She leaned against the wall, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.

Starting tonight, she could no longer be so secretive.

There were some things that, if they had to be faced, must be faced eventually.

It was just...

Could she endure her daughter's gaze?

...

For the rest of the day, it was relatively calm inside the RV.

As night fell, the RV moved steadily through the darkness.

Inside Bedroom No. 003, Han Qing sat on the edge of the bed, watching her daughter make the bed, her heart churning with complex emotions.

She had seen Yu Rou's silence over the past few days and was anxious about it.

Although her daughter seemed to have a Recovery of her former liveliness on the surface, as a mother, she knew her daughter too well.

Behind that smile, something was hidden.

Today, she had to make things clear.

"Yu Rou."

Han Qing spoke, her voice a bit tight.

"Mom wants to talk to you."

Han Yurou's movements making the bed paused for a moment, but she didn't look back.

"Talk about what?"

"Talk about..." Han Qing paused.

"Talk about the matter between Mom and Qin Lin."

Han Yurou's hands stopped.

The bedroom was quiet for a few seconds.

Then Han Yurou continued making the bed, her voice deliberately calm.

"Don't say it. I don't know anything, and I don't want to know."

Han Qing felt a pang in her heart.

"Yu Rou, Mom knows you might have found out something..."

She stood up and walked behind her daughter.

"Mom didn't want to hide it from you, I just didn't know how to bring it up."

"Then don't bring it up."

Han Yurou turned around with a smile on her face, but it didn't reach her eyes.

"Mom, I really don't want to know. You and I... we both have our own matters, don't we?"

Han Qing looked at her, momentarily speechless.

Han Yurou smiled and continued making the bed, her tone as light as if she were discussing the weather.

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine. I've thought it through these past few days. On this vehicle, everyone has their own place, their own... way."

"I shouldn't know so much."

"Yu Rou..."

"Really."

Han Yurou interrupted her.

"Mom, you don't need to explain. You're my mom; no matter what you do, I'll support you."

She turned around and hugged Han Qing.

Han Qing was stunned for a moment, then tightly hugged her daughter back.

"Yu Rou, Mom isn't..."

Her voice was a bit choked.

"Mom is just..."

"Shh."

Han Yurou gently patted her back.

"Don't say it, neither of us will."

Han Qing buried her face in her daughter's shoulder, tears flowing silently.

She had many things she wanted to say.

She wanted to explain the rules of the RV and the existence of the "Many Children, Many Blessings" task.

She wanted to tell her daughter that she did this not just for herself, but also for the team, to continue surviving in this apocalypse.

But her daughter said she didn't want to know.

Perhaps, not knowing was better.

"Yu Rou, in this RV, there are some... rules."

"We can't stay here for nothing, nor can we enjoy everything with a clear conscience."

"Everyone needs to contribute, in different ways."

Han Yurou's body stiffened slightly.

"The way Mom contributes is..." Han Qing paused.

"Do you understand?"

Han Yurou was silent for a few seconds, then nodded gently.

"I understand. Mom, I understand."

Han Qing released her and looked into her daughter's eyes.

In those eyes, there was no anger or disdain, only a kind of calm that she couldn't quite decipher.

"You really understand?"

"I really do." Han Yurou smiled.

"Mom, I'm not a child anymore. I know what the apocalypse is like, and I know that living requires a price. What you're doing... you must have your reasons."

She paused and added, "And Brother Qin Lin... he's very good, really good."

Han Qing looked at her, her heart filled with a mix of emotions.

"You don't blame Mom?"

"I don't. How could I blame Mom?" Han Yurou shook her head.

Han Qing didn't know what to say.

Her daughter had her own thoughts, her own desires, her own... affections.

"Yu Rou..."

Han Qing started to speak but didn't know how to continue.

"Mom, stop talking."

Han Yurou interrupted her.

"I know what you want to say. You're my mom, and besides..."

She paused, her voice as soft as a sigh.

"And besides, he doesn't have those kinds of intentions."

Han Qing reached out and pulled her daughter into her arms.

"Yu Rou, Mom is sorry."

Han Yurou leaned on her shoulder and shook her head.

"Mom, what are you saying? Why are you apologizing out of the blue?"

"Okay, Mom won't say it anymore."

The mother and daughter held each other like that, not speaking for a long time.

The night outside grew deeper.

Over the next few days, Han Yurou truly had a Recovery of her former liveliness.

She busied herself in the ecological box with Su Yuling, arguing over which strawberry was the reddest.

She helped Lin Wanwan cook, though she often mixed up the salt and sugar.

She learned about outfits from Li Ying, though she always ended up changing back into her own Hoodie.

She laughed loudly, ran fast, and spoke quickly.

As if nothing had ever happened.

Watching her daughter like this, Han Qing felt both relieved and pained.