The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 253 - 251: Getting Married

Chapter 253: Chapter 251: Getting Married

Zhao Changsheng sat down sulkily, with actually quite proper posture. Li Qian’s eyes flashed with amusement. He brewed three cups of tea and placed them on the table, picking up one and taking a sip, the embodiment of a bystander.

Su Mo also pulled Ling Ye to sit on the sofa, waiting for her to continue.

Zhao Changsheng relaxed, leaning forward until her whole body was over her knees, her voice low and seductive, "I gave that room to Xiaoqiao. Her parents are coming back from their experiment in a few days and have nowhere to stay, so she plans to let them stay at my place for a while."

"So you agreed?" Su Mo looked at her, somewhat surprised, as it wasn’t like her to make concessions.

"After all, it was I who broke them up. I just gave away the apartment, and now we’re even."

"I met her father today and also saw the latest results," Su Mo said, spinning her cup, the steam rising and concealing her expression.

"What’s the verdict?" Li Qian put down his cup.

"Can’t tell much for now, only that the experiment seems very successful so far."

Zhao Changsheng took a sip of tea and said seriously, "The reason I gave her the place was also that I was afraid, like you said, Momo, that it could be contagious."

On serious matters, Zhao Changsheng’s mind was clear, and she could weigh the pros and cons. Su Mo felt that her decision was justifiable, at least it wouldn’t cause any trouble in the future.

After they finished talking, she picked up the bag that had been forgotten by the door for a long time.

"I made some coats based on your sizes. They’re resistant to beating, fire, and penetration from blades and spears, a must-have for the home."

Su Mo took out clothes from the bag, checked their sizes, and tossed one each to Li Qian and Zhao Changsheng, while slipping a mini version onto Ling Ye, "I actually made one for Su Niang as well, but it looks like it won’t be needed now."

She adjusted Ling Ye’s clothing, the black fur making the little face look even fairer and cuter; she couldn’t help but pinch it gently.

Li Qian rubbed the soft fur and said earnestly, "This is good stuff."

Su Mo nodded, and she put the extra piece of clothing back into the System Bag and stood up from the sofa, "Then you all should get to bed early tonight, and come to my wedding tomorrow."

Zhao Changsheng: "What!"

Li Qian: "Huh?!"

Ling Ye: "Sister Su!"

"What’s with the surprise?" Su Mo’s face turned slightly red under the triple gaze, and she rubbed her hands together, "Tomorrow morning, at the Jiang Residence training ground. Don’t miss it."

Without giving them a chance to ask more questions, Su Mo left the room.

Zhao Changsheng sported an expression of one grievously injured, prompting Li Qian to narrow his eyes. He stood up and took away the cup in front of her, "You can go to sleep now."

"I’ve been heartbroken," Zhao Changsheng moved her lips, and finally, the tears started to flow.

Li Qian’s scholarly face showed a hint of helplessness. He found a towel and placed it on the table in front of her, "It’s not the first time."

Ling Ye glanced at the two, then silently went back to her room.

Back in her room, Su Mo entered to find a softly dim bedside lamp on, Lu Chen leaning against the headboard with a few strands of silver hair covering his closed phoenix eyes, his robe slightly open.

Her gaze involuntarily slid down from his well-defined, exquisite features, finally resting on his faintly visible eight-pack abs, followed by an involuntary gulp, as she shamelessly swallowed her saliva.

"Back already?" Lu Chen half-opened his eyes, his left hand rubbing his brow while his right hand patted the bedding beside him, his voice sexy and lazy, "Go wash up and come back to sleep."

He was definitely seducing her!

Su Mo bit her lip, took two steps back, and ducked into the bathroom, where she turned on the tap and splashed her face with water. Staring at her cute, blushing reflection in the mirror, she whispered a warning, "Su Mo, be clear-headed, you can’t keep giving in time and time again. Falling for a man... is wrong."

She lingered in the bathroom for quite some time before she finished bathing and crawled into the comforter next to him.

Lu Chen extended his large hand naturally and scooped her into his embrace, his cool breath spraying on her ear, "Why did it take you so long?"

From her current angle, she could see the solid, explosive muscles beneath the man’s bathrobe. Su Mo forced herself to look away, raising her eyes to him, "Su Niang was picked up by her son."

"As expected," Lu Chen’s throat bobbed as he watched her, his gaze turning slightly dark.

Unable to help herself, Su Mo pushed him, her tone full of grievance, "I think you’ve changed."

"Have I?" Lu Chen raised an eyebrow.

"Is it that men grow more wolfish with age?" Su Mo poked his chest, recounting all his misdeeds from the past two nights.

Lu Chen’s face darkened, grasping her hand to silence her ceaseless talk, his tone somewhat stern, "Su Mo"

"Ah?"

"We are married."

Su Mo nodded, "I know."

Lu Chen leaned closer to her, his deep blue eyes shimmering with a unique light, "You are my wife."

"Yes, that’s right," Su Mo continued nodding, happy about this fact.

"Then, you cannot refuse me," the man suddenly changed his tone, possessed of a hint of evil charm as the room’s light was snapped off by him.

The room plunged into darkness, and Su Mo was stunned for a second before she was turned over and pinned down.

Lu Chen’s husky voice, laced with breathiness, emanated from the room, "Call me husband."

....

When morning came, Su Mo was so lazy that she didn’t even want to move a finger. Lu Chen personally changed her clothes, attended to her as she washed up, and then took her to the training ground.

By then, many people were already there.

Su Mo, drowsy in the car, only woke up a bit after hearing some noise from the training ground; she leaned on the window and was startled by the crowd inside the area.

"Why are there so many people!"

Lu Chen rubbed the top of her head with one hand and drove the car to the side of a small building at the training ground, where Zhao Changsheng and others were already waiting. To Su Mo’s surprise, Jiang Yulian was also among them.

She suddenly felt a bit nervous, "Isn’t this a bit too much?"

To get married in an apocalyptic world, she must be the first.

It was clear that Lu Chen really didn’t want to wrong her. After they got out of the car, Jiang Yulian came over to greet them, "Come on, Aunt will take you to change."

"Aunt Jiang," Su Mo turned her head to glance at Lu Chen who nodded at her, then she followed upstairs.

Zhao Changsheng followed closely behind her, her fox-like eyes still a bit swollen. Su Mo pulled her hand.

The three of them entered a small room upstairs where a wedding gown lay on the bed. Su Mo rubbed her eyes and went over to touch it, "This is really too much!"

Jiang Yulian pushed her onto the bed, sat beside her, and took her hand, patting it, "From now on, you two need to take care of each other. In these times, I don’t have much to offer you, so I took it upon myself to organize this wedding for you."

Stunned, Su Mo was unable to come back to her senses, letting Zhao Changsheng and Jiang Yulian change her into an off-shoulder wedding gown. The waist was designed to fit snugly, and the layers of tulle at the hem were arranged neatly by the two.