The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 179 - 176: Abnormal Desire

Chapter 179: Chapter 176: Abnormal Desire

Throughout their conversation, a loud cry of a newborn resonated within the operating room, which thrilled Jiang Hai instantly. When he held the child in his arms, tears of joy streamed down his face.

Su Mo had seen newborns before, but this was the first one born during the apocalypse that she witnessed. She couldn’t help but think of Zhuang Mei’s child whom she had once forcefully pushed back in prison.

Noticing her somber expression, Lu Chen unconsciously wrapped his arms around her shoulders in silent comfort.

Jiang Hai only held the baby briefly before the doctor placed him in an incubator to keep him warm, as it was cool outside and the baby could easily catch cold.

Through the incubator glass, Su Mo gently laid her hand on it and whispered, "So tiny."

The small, dark-red figure was perhaps only slightly larger than the size of Lu Chen’s palm.

As the incubator was wheeled away, Jiang Hai followed along.

Su Mo shook her head quietly at the sight of an ecstatic, fading figure and took Lu Chen by the hand as they watched Jiang Yulian being wheeled back into her room.

Worried that Jiang Yulian might be hungry after waking up, she specially went back to prepare fish soup for her.

Cesarean section really drained one’s energy, and when Jiang Yulian awoke, the first person she saw was Lu Chen sitting beside her.

"Where’s the baby?.."

Su Mo smiled at her side and cheerfully said, "Don’t worry, it’s a healthy chubby boy. He’s next door under the doctor’s care, you’ll see him tomorrow."

Only then did Jiang Yulian relax. She looked around and noticed the absence of Jiang Hai, her eyes dimming slightly.

"Su Mo made you some soup," Lu Chen said as he opened the lid of the soup bowl, which was still warm.

Su Mo nodded, echoing, "Have some, it’s nourishing."

With her "status bonus" sustainment, it also helped restore some vitality and blood.

Jiang Yulian knew the intentions of this young couple and was warmed by their gesture. Unable to sit up yet, Lu Chen fed her bite by bite.

Su Mo observed everything, thinking, "My man, so gentle and meticulous. Those who dragged him to hell really deserve to die."

After having the fish soup, Jiang Yulian even burped, the pain brought by the anesthesia diminishing significantly.

Seeing her eyes grow heavy with sleep, Su Mo left with Lu Chen and returned to the villa.

What surprised both of them was the sight of a familiar woman sitting in the living room.

It was Fang Ya. When Lu Chen saw her, his expression suddenly turned icy cold.

The atmosphere in the living room became tense. Jianxiong quickly signaled Li Qian and the others with a look, "Boss, we’ll head upstairs first, and you can talk with the madam."

Seemingly finding even a glance at her excessive, Lu Chen pulled Su Mo and headed upstairs.

Fang Ya quickly stood up and blocked their way, her gentle face streaked with tears, "Could you spare a few words with Mom? I’m begging you."

Su Mo felt it wasn’t appropriate for her to be present in this situation, but seeing her man’s deep and troubled blue eyes, she felt she shouldn’t leave.

"What is it?" Lu Chen asked emotionlessly, his aura ice cold.

"Don’t go to Southern Island, please," Fang Ya couldn’t hold back her tears any longer, her face crumpled with emotion.

"If that’s all you came here to say, you can leave," Lu Chen turned his head away, his chilling, magnetic voice like a dagger piercing Fang Ya’s heart.

Fang Ya, persistent, grasped Lu Chen’s hand. Her eyes, so similar to his, filled with pain. "You’ll die, don’t go, I already lost him, I can’t any more... "

Lu Chen’s eyes darkened and, before she could finish, he forcefully pulled his hand away. Seething with suppressed anger, he spat out the words, "You have no right to mention him. Get out."

Su Mo was dragged upstairs by him, and behind her was Fang Ya’s unwilling roar, "Su Mo, are you going to watch my son die with your eyes wide open!"

Su Mo paused, turned back with a bright smile on her face, but her eyes were filled with mockery towards the woman before her, "Lu Chen’s life, you’ve never taken part in it, and you definitely don’t know how he grew up so tough, so on what basis do you make decisions for him?"

Fang Ya’s lips twitched, wanting to say something more, but she was stopped by another sentence from Su Mo, "In other words, do you even deserve to call him your son?"

When Fang Ya returned from the villa to the mansion, her spirit was in a haze.

Lu Youwei had been waiting for her early in the morning, "Is he still going?"

Fang Ya finally couldn’t hold up any longer and collapsed onto the ground, Lu Youwei hurried over to help, pulling the woman into his embrace, his sharp eyes flashing darkly. He looked up and saw Lu Jin standing in the stairwell, whispering reassuringly, "It’s okay."

After crying herself to exhaustion, Fang Ya fell asleep on the bed, and only then did Lu Youwei head to the study.

Lu Jin had been waiting there early in the morning.

"Lu Chen’s strength should not be underestimated. Since he is determined to go his own way, don’t hold back. The monster from Yan City has been transported back, its genes are highly likely to match the data; the Southern Island data must be ours."

All of this was merely a scheme plotted by Lu Youwei. For him, Lu Chen, who was now serving the Jiang Residence, posed a significant threat, forcing him to deploy his most esteemed son.

Lu Jin showed no reaction, but his dark eyes hid a terrifying aura of brutality.

Lu Youwei looked at him, sighed, "You should tone down your impulsive disorder, no matter what, Lu Yuan is your sister."

That girl was still lying in bed to this day.

Lu Jin replied calmly, "Then stop pushing women at me, I fear I can’t control myself and might kill her."

"She’s a Level 4 Superpower User, what more could you ask for?" Lu Youwei pinched the bridge of his nose, a female Level 4 Superpower User in the base was indeed a rarity.

Lu Jin gave him a sharp look, suddenly recalling the sweet, bloody scent he smelled in the alley that night, his throat churned, and he turned and walked away.

Not long after, Li Chuan pushed the door open and entered, Lu Youwei didn’t look up, but flipped through the files in his hands, "What are you doing here?"

"I’m going on the Southern Island trip too," Li Chuan lazily sat down on a chair, one leg propped up.

Lu Li, stop fooling around," Lu Youwei warned him with a glance.

Li Chuan’s almond eyes were serious, he even softly called out, "Dad."

Lu Youwei’s hand trembled, incredulously looking up, "What did you call me?"

"Dad," Li Chuan stood up, "I want to go."

After a while, Li Chuan came out of the study, a triumphant smile on his face, but his eyes carried boundless malice.

In a dark room underneath the Lu Family estate, Bai Ling hung there, covered in scars.

She could never have imagined that this man, as handsome as a god, could be so perverse.

She thought what awaited her was redemption, yet it turned out to be another abyss.

Ever since that day she was brought back, she had been confined in this dark, sunless cell, living days like years.

Hearing the sound of the Gate of Hell opening, she nearly shuddered into a sieve; a once fair face had been whipped into a huge cross, the whip tracing from her forehead to her cheek, the wounds skin and flesh gaping, blood congealing into clumps.

In the past, whenever Lu Jin entered, he wouldn’t say a word, just continuously lashing the whip, striking her until her skin split and flesh burst.

But today, at the moment she fainted from the beating, she heard the man’s deep voice filled with a deformed desire:

"Su Mo."