Pampered By All In Different Planes
Chapter 594: 439: Hoarding Thousands upon Thousands for Natural Disasters, Raising a Child, I Let It Go 27_2

Chapter 594: Chapter 439: Hoarding Thousands upon Thousands for Natural Disasters, Raising a Child, I Let It Go 27_2

Su Zhiruan was even more curious as she watched Wen Qingyu’s demeanor, unable to resist the urge to tease him.

So, pretending to ponder, she took out a chicken leg and bit into it, “If you hadn’t said anything, I truly wouldn’t have noticed!”

“Now that you mention it, I realize that the young man earlier was also quite attractive!”

After she spoke, she was already secretly laughing in her heart.

But the next second, the man who had turned his face away suddenly spun around, cupping her small face with both hands.

In the overlap of their gazes, they could see their own reflections in each other’s eyes.

The next second, Wen Qingyu leaned down to plant a lingering kiss on the corner of her lips.

The action was gentle, unladen with any desire—just a simple kiss.

“Don’t think about him.”

“Not just him, we are married now. From today onward, can you see only me,” Wen Qingyu’s voice grew very soft as he said the last half of the sentence, moving closer to Su Zhiruan with a hint of melancholy, “I’m better looking than they are, is it okay to look only at me?”

“Okay,” Su Zhiruan didn’t tease him further. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in, “Mr. Xiaowen is peerlessly elegant, how could I even consider looking at the wild flowers outside when I have you?”

They were very close to each other.

The next second—

Cheers came from not far away.

From their angle, they could see a bustling crowd below, full of life and cheer.

Then, fireworks suddenly exploded in the sky, like colorful ribbons, like a celebration of the New Year, as if scattering hope throughout the heavens.

In their crystal-like pupils, the beautiful moment was reflected; in their eyes, there was not only light and each other, but also the kaleidoscope of fireworks.

The crowd, seeing these long-missed fireworks, couldn’t help shedding tears.

It had been a year and a half, and seeing this scene again reminded them of the carefree life of the past—how wonderful it had been, not having to endure the harsh winter and high temperatures like now, despite the hard work and family pressures. Still, they could wake the next day to a world unbroken, to do whatever they wished, without worrying whether they would still be alive tomorrow.

*

The viral plague that Su Zhiruan had been most worried about had gradually passed.

In the past, those who insisted on going to the glaciers despite warnings all perished.

Cities near the glaciers also issued bans, and with the lesson learned from earlier misfortunes, no one approached them later on, unless they longed for a slow death.

The glaciers were quarantined, and due to the scarcity of animals and even rarer human contact, the virus faded away after a limited spread.

Given the current technology, dreaming of creating a serum to treat such a virus was pure fantasy, which had always concerned Su Zhiruan.

But now that it had been brought under control, the heavy stone in her heart could finally settle down.

The high temperatures persisted, and the long periods of heat caused the water levels in the rivers to plummet, drying out some riverbeds.

Fortunately, she had previously arranged for the construction of reservoirs and temperature-controlled greenhouses at the base, and had implemented a series of cooling methods, advising everyone to stay indoors unless absolutely necessary.

Despite her efforts, some people still suffered from heatstroke due to the unbearable heat and tragically died.

Overall, however, the number of deaths was very, very few compared to the original plot, and Su Zhiruan breathed a sigh of relief at this outcome.

Soon, in the blink of an eye, New Year’s arrived, and this year was different because of the unusually high temperatures.

Although it was very hot, the spirit of life had not diminished; many people at the base were preparing to celebrate the New Year together.

Approaching the New Year, the temperature dropped slightly, which though not by much, was enough to give everyone a breather, a welcome turn of events.

Under the leadership of Grandma Wen and the researchers, as well as various scientific geniuses, they cultivated new plant varieties that were more heat-resistant and drought-resistant, including some fruits.

After repeated research and cultivation by the scientists, the crops yielded a good harvest by New Year’s time. The high temperatures posed no threat of frost, allowing the crops to thrive. The newly developed varieties had even broken through the limit of three harvests a year, achieving five instead.

As of now, the base’s food supply issues were mostly resolved. Although the food variety wasn’t as rich as before the disaster, for everyone present, having enough to eat, not starving to death, not being suddenly killed, having a good place to live, and maintaining their lives were sufficient.