Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 398

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.