Chapter 16: Please Look After Me

Mu Yu discovered his change instantly, especially the way he acted shy.

There was an indescribable sense of temptation about it.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll keep clinging to you, pestering you, and using the Su family's influence for my own gain?"

Hearing this, Su Junyu raised his eyes. "You won't," he said with certainty.

"How do you know I won't? What if I'm just that kind of person?"

She looked directly into his eyes, awaiting his answer.

"No, you won't. You aren't that kind of person. If it weren't for Grandma Mu wanting to come this time, you wouldn't have married me. When it comes to reading people, I am quite accurate." If he weren't, he would have been schemed to death by those with ulterior motives long ago.

Mu Yu smiled.

She reached out her hand. "Hello, newlywed husband. My name is Mu Yu. I am eighteen years old, a high school graduate. I am capable in both literary and martial arts—not incredibly powerful, but I know a bit of everything. I hope you will look after me in the future."

Divorce? No, no, no, she had never thought of that.

With such a good man, since she had encountered him, she naturally had no intention of letting go. Of course, now was not the time to discuss such things.

Once everything at home was settled, she would make him understand what it truly meant to be husband and wife.

Don't ask her why, after experiencing days like the apocalypse, she could still fall for a man so easily.

That was because you hadn't seen enough beasts. Once you've seen enough beasts, you won't let go of someone so clean and pleasing to the eye.

After all, desire for food and sex are innate human nature.

Su Junyu never expected her to pull such a stunt.

He could only reach out and take her jade-like hand. It was very soft—so soft that he felt if he applied just a little more strength, he might crush it.

"Hello, Su Junyu. I am a special personnel, currently serving as a Grand Captain. I am 22 years old. I am capable in martial arts but not in literary arts, though I come from a family of scholars. I dote on my wife. Please look after me in the future."

After saying such a long introduction, a flush of crimson stained Su Junyu's dark face.

It wasn't very obvious, but his shy gaze betrayed his current mood.

Mu Yu let go of his hand and looked at him with a smile.

"You said you would give me protection. I took you seriously."

"My own wife—of course I can protect her well. Don't worry, even if I have to stake my life, I will fulfill my promise."

If he said he would protect her, he would.

"I believe you."

The distance between the two finally lessened.

Grandma Mu was still resting in the room, so naturally, she did not hear their conversation outside.

Although Su Junyu had not been in contact with her for long, he understood her temperament to some extent.

Thus, he asked with concern, "What do you plan to do to save Xiao Jie next? Do you need my help?" Since she was interested in developing something with him, he naturally wouldn't shrink back. However, regarding *that* matter, he thought he would wait until the Mu family's situation reached a conclusion before telling her.

When the time came, he would let her choose again. If she still insisted, he would protect her with the same vow he used to protect the country.

"No need. Xiao Jie is still a child; it won't take much effort to get him out. Right now, my biggest concern is Grandpa. I still need to figure out who is pulling the strings behind the scenes."

Although she knew the original plot—that Feng Yuanshan was the instigator—with his abilities, he wouldn't be able to shake the Mu family.

Therefore, she felt there was someone else behind it.

She just didn't know who that person would be.

Previously, she thought it might be the female lead, Feng Miaomiao, due to her "protagonist halo."

But from what she had seen these past few days, they had a relationship, but it certainly wasn't significant.

There was another fish in the water; she just didn't know who it was.

"I'll help you investigate, but since this matter has been officially categorized, Grandpa Mu might have to suffer a bit." Su Junyu understood the gravity of this turmoil all too well.

"Alright, then I'll trouble you. I only need to know who that poisonous snake in the background is. As for everything else, you don't need to intervene." In the original plot, the Mu family didn't live long, and later, due to the era, no one mentioned them anymore.

So, she truly couldn't see what the truth was.

Su Junyu's brows furrowed slightly. "It's very dangerous. Don't be impulsive."

"I know. I won't be impulsive. I still have my grandmother and younger brother to support. I won't gamble with my life or my family's lives." She always liked to plan her actions.

The same went for revenge. If she rushed in blindly, the one who died might not be the enemy, but herself.

The fact that she could survive several rounds in the apocalypse meant she naturally had her own way of surviving.

Caution was her motto.

She would not forget it.

"That's good. This is my salary. Take it. If it's not enough, tell me again, and I'll find a way." He took out a passbook and handed it to her.

Mu Yu wanted to refuse; after all, she really wasn't short on money.

"Don't refuse. We are husband and wife."

This man... did it feel like he had found her weakness?

Mu Yu smiled faintly. "Okay." She took it. What he gave, she would remember. If there was a life left to live, she would not fail him.

Seeing her accept it, Su Junyu's nervous tension relaxed. He was truly afraid she would reject him.

*Husband and wife.* So, she cared about that.

*Husband and wife.* It was a very beautiful phrase.

"I'll go cook. You take a rest; you must be tired from running around." Seeing his silence, Mu Yu spoke up.

She knew he had indeed worked very hard running back and forth these past two days.

He had also decorated this house; from the inside out, from top to bottom, he must have put in a lot of thought.

Although this was a single-story house, it was part of a residential compound because he was borrowing it from Auntie Zhou.

Auntie Zhou was Uncle Zhou's wife. She worked at the textile factory, and this house was allocated to her by her unit. Because she had many children, she later moved into the residential compound allocated to Uncle Zhou, leaving this place vacant.

However, she would still come over for a nap during her workdays. When Su Junyu asked for it, she gave it to him directly.

This allowed Mu Yu to have another stable place to live in Haishi with her grandmother.

The kitchen and toilet were separate; the kitchen was outside the house, and the toilet was at the back.

"I'll help you." Su Junyu was not the type of person who wouldn't work as soon as he got home.

"No need. Go lie down in the room." Cooking for three people really didn't require help.

Telling him to rest was also because she saw the red veins in his eyes; consider it her way of showing she cared for him.

Seeing her persistence, he could only resign himself to going to the other empty room to rest.

The room had been tidied up by her, very neat and clean. Looking at that small bed, his brows furrowed again.

Because he thought of something: tonight, were the two of them going to sleep together in this small bed?

For some reason, he felt this small bed was in danger.

"Close the door. I'll be making noise while cooking outside, don't let it disturb you," Mu Yu called out toward the room.

What she didn't know was that there was someone staring blankly at the clean bedding she had laid out.

His mind was filled with images he shouldn't be seeing—not lewd, of course.

"Oh." Her voice startled him, bringing him back to his senses. He hurriedly went over to close the room door.

Before closing it, he glanced at the person busy outside.

How should he put it? A feeling he had never experienced before was growing in his heart.

It made his lonely heart feel fulfilled.

After closing the door, he changed his clothes and, wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, lay down directly on the small bed she had prepared.

The items were naturally new, but he always felt that these things carried her scent.

Don't ask what kind of scent it was; regardless, it was different from any other scent. One whiff and you would know it was hers.