103: Chapter 103 Returning to the Villa

The bathroom door closed, and Song Yang walked over to the sofa with his usual expression, taking a seat in an empty spot.

On the massive projection screen, a movie was still playing.

The housewife Bai Jie, who was closest to him, was wearing a rather loose white T-shirt today with a slightly open collar.

As she gently shifted her body, one could catch a glimpse of the deep curves rising and falling with her breath beneath the fabric, along with a flash of snowy-white skin.

Sensing Song Yang's gaze seemingly sweeping across her chest.

Bai Jie gently pinched a button on the collar of her T-shirt.

The button was already loosely fastened, and with her fiddling, it slid right open.

In an instant, the collar of the T-shirt opened another inch downward, making that alluring scenery even more prominent,

On the other side, Xiao Xue, seeing Song Yang's attention drawn by Bai Jie, quickly leaned in, pulled Song Yang's right hand over, and pressed it against her smooth, fair thigh.

"Brother Song."

Xiao Xue said coquettishly:

"You're finally back. Everyone was so worried about you. While you were away, quite a few people came looking for you."

"Earlier this afternoon, several groups of people came by one after another, all saying they wanted to seek refuge with you."

"Later, another group came. They claimed to be from the Official Shelter, and their gear looked quite authentic.

"They said The Authorities are recruiting Evolvers throughout the city. As long as one has the ability, they can join the Official Shelter to live, with various perks. Do you think we should consider it."

Song Yang pinched Xiao Xue's tender cheek as she drew near and smiled:

"To me, the Official Shelter is currently a dragon's pool and a tiger's den."

"I've provoked a powerful figure in the Shelter while I was out. If we go there now, it would be no different from walking into a trap. We wouldn't even know how we died."

"So that's how it is."

Zhang Xinmei nodded thoughtfully and then added:

"Song Yang's concerns are right. I've heard people mention it before."

"It's said that the Shelter is hundreds of meters underground. Although it's claimed to be safe, life for ordinary survivors is not easy.

They live in group dormitories with dozens of people to a room—cramped, crowded, and with foul air.

Moreover, they have to complete heavy labor every day just to exchange for a pitiful amount of food and water. How can that compare to our Villa, which is quiet and free?"

Song Yang nodded in agreement; he didn't like being under someone else's control.

His gaze turned toward the closed bathroom door, from which the faint sound of splashing water could be heard.

"Alright, let's not talk about that. A new member has joined our home, so we should show some hospitality. Go prepare a table of food to welcome her properly."

Hearing this, a meaningful smile curled at the corners of Bai Jie's mouth.

"Are you planning to get down to 'business' tonight?"

"However, I think that little girl is still too young. In matters like this, a forced melon isn't sweet. How about... I go talk to her and do some 'ideological work'?

Let her understand what should be done and what shouldn't."

Song Yang glanced at Bai Jie; this woman always knew how to read people's expressions.

He didn't refuse, giving a faint "Mm" as a silent agreement to her suggestion.

Some things were indeed much more convenient for a woman to handle than for him to speak directly, and easier for the other party to accept.

Having received Song Yang's consent, Bai Jie stood up and walked toward the bathroom.

The bathroom door wasn't locked, only left ajar, with the sound of splashing water coming through the crack.

She gently pushed the door open, and a wave of warm, humid steam mixed with the scent of body wash hit her.

Inside the bathroom, Yang Yueqi was curled up somewhat uneasily in the large bathtub. The warm water barely reached her collarbones, revealing only her small head and the wet strands of hair clinging to her forehead.

Perhaps out of nervousness, her large eyes were like those of a startled fawn, watching the doorway warily.

Bai Jie's appearance made her already taut nerves tighten even further.

Bai Jie didn't speak. She moved a small plastic stool from the corner, usually used as a footrest, and sat down beside the bathtub.

At this distance, she wouldn't seem too intrusive, yet she could clearly see Yang Yueqi's expression.

"Don't be nervous. My name is Bai Jie."

Yang Yueqi blinked, tiny water droplets clinging to her long eyelashes. She pursed her somewhat dry lips and replied in a faint voice:

"My name is Yang Yueqi."

"Yueqi, that's a very nice name."

Bai Jie nodded, her gaze lingering on the girl's youthful face for a moment. She sighed inwardly; the girl was indeed naturally beautiful.

"How old are you this year?"

"I'll be nineteen in half a year."

" Yang Yueqi's voice still carried a hint of timidity, but Bai Jie's gentle manner made her relax her guard slightly.

She hesitated for a moment before finally asking the question she had been holding in for a long time:

"Sister Bai Jie, what is the relationship between the four of you and Brother Song Yang? You all seem very close."

She really couldn't understand why these women, each beautiful in their own way, would share a room with that man who looked somewhat cold and even carried an aura of hostility, and why everything they did seemed to revolve around him.

Hearing this, Bai Jie sighed softly, as if falling into some memory:

"Relationship? If I have to say, we are all people who were taken in by Song Yang and were able to survive in this Post-apocalyptic world because of him."

She reached out, her fingertips gently playing with the warm water at the edge of the tub, and continued:

"If it weren't for Song Yang, the four of us might have starved to death long ago. In this world, it's too hard for a woman to survive."

Yang Yueqi listened, only half-understanding. She had been hiding at home and hadn't gone out, so her understanding was nowhere near as profound as these women's.

"Sister Bai Jie, it looks like you're older than Brother Song Yang?"

Yang Yueqi carefully observed Bai Jie's expression and asked tentatively.

She could sense that this woman had a story.

Bai Jie's eyes dimmed a bit, and a self-mocking curve appeared at the corners of her mouth:

"Me before? I used to have a husband too."

This opening immediately piqued Yang Yueqi's curiosity.

"Not only did I have a husband, but I also had a major conflict with Song Yang back then. At that time, my husband and I even considered killing him."

"Ah?"

Yang Yueqi was somewhat surprised, clearly not expecting such a past.

Bai Jie looked at her surprised expression and smiled bitterly:

"Surprising, isn't it? Back then, my heart was clouded by greed. That bastard would do anything to stay alive in the end—he even wanted me to become a prostitute to trade for food for him."

"After a series of events, I saw his true colors clearly, and I also saw who the person I could truly rely on was."

"So, I chose to leave him and seek refuge with Song Yang. Song Yang has the ability to protect us and is willing to give us a relatively stable life."

Yang Yueqi listened quietly. She began to realize that in this seemingly peaceful Villa, everyone had their own hidden pasts and struggles.

While she understood nothing at all.