The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 399 - 398: I Want to Ruin You

Chapter 399: Chapter 398: I Want to Ruin You

Thinking of the team behind Lu Jin, he let out another light chuckle. It really was a chain of events. He stroked the glass case, staring at the sleeping Su Mo inside, like a baby, "Lu Jin actually likes a monster like you. We’re practically family now".

...

Following Su Mo’s instructions, Feng Yao, who carried the severed hand of the president, along with a team, willingly defected to Su Yao.

Su Yao wasn’t particularly surprised by their cooperation; smart people always knew what choices to make between life and death.

They were arranged to stay in the luxurious Sector B.

Those who lived there were direct relatives of the councilors, but now, every room was filled with bodies—a group of warriors cleaning up.

Following Su Yao’s orders, Lu Jin had slaughtered these useless individuals who consumed resources without providing labor or being of research value.

Feng Yao and the others were placed opposite Lu Youwei, becoming the only remaining advanced residents, and were also implanted with tracker chips by Su Yao.

In the past, because they took direct orders from the president, they didn’t have such devices.

Lv Mao touched the back of his neck and couldn’t help asking, "Old Feng, what exactly..."

Before he could finish, his mouth was covered by a hand. Feng Yao pulled out a piece of paper from nowhere.

Do as she said, what she has in her possession is enough for us to gamble on.

Lv Mao was shocked and gestured the shape of a bottle with his hands.

After Feng Yao nodded, Lv Mao quieted down. The tough guy in front of him, who was exceptionally intelligent and came from a professional bodyguard background, had his own set of considerations, and he was pulled up to be the president’s bodyguard due to his innate superpower and its absolute mastery and enhancement.

Compared to him, what he said was very credible.

’The tracker is in the neck, we’ll take it out when we go to the bathroom’.

Feng Yao wrote another sentence on the paper, and after receiving unanimous agreement from everyone, he tore the paper and entered the bathroom, where the sound of the toilet flushing could be heard.

...

With the severed arm brought back by Lu Jin in hand, Su Yao looked into the man’s bloodshot eyes and set the arm down, "Calm down, it can be reattached."

"You must return her unharmed, otherwise my men can flatten the laboratory," Lu Jin threatened angrily.

"Understood," Su Yao replied, not taking his threat seriously, and began to work on the delicate, filthy severed arm.

Regaining consciousness once again and still in the warm liquid, Su Mo didn’t know how long she had been soaked. Her first reaction was to glance at her right arm, which had been reattached at some unknown time and only bore a deep red mark.

She tried to move it; her fingertips felt numb, but it seemed to be recovering well.

Su Mo slightly lifted her eyes, seeing a profile.

Black hair stuck to the glass surface, beneath the handsome features was a chin with plenty of blue stubble—Lu Jin sat on the ground, leaning against the glass case, his slightly hunched back having an indescribable sense of defeat.

As if sensing her gaze, the moment Su Mo looked at him, his eyes opened. His black pupils constricted upon seeing her.

What was that look in his eyes?

Su Mo couldn’t understand. Was it guilt, fear, or despair?

The red blood vessels around his eyes were rampant, and beneath his pupils laid dark circles as if he hadn’t slept for several nights.

Several nights?

Suddenly frowning, Su Mo began to tap on the glass with both hands and her feet flailed as if she wanted to get out.

"Wait for me!" Lu Jin was somewhat flustered as he stood up, swaying a bit from weakness.

Su Yao arrived immediately. The nutrient solution inside the glass case began to drain, and then she, with only a piece of cloth draped around her, was lifted out by Lu Jin.

She instinctively resisted his touch, but soon weakened and snuggled into his embrace.

Lu Jin’s eyes instantly darkened, but he still carefully lifted her up.

Pressed against the man’s chest, she could feel his heart beating violently, as if rejoicing in her return.

Su Mo frowned again, "How many days has it been?"

Her voice was like the desert outside, arid and hoarsely lacking in moisture.

"Two days," Lu Jin replied without hesitation, holding her tightly in his embrace, the joy of regaining her making his voice particularly resonant.

Su Mo remained passive in his hold, but her mind started to scheme about finding Ling Ye.

There were still two days left, and she was still in time.

As for her calm behavior, Su Yao didn’t inquire deeply, simply taking her for stupefied.

"Rest for a few more days, and you’ll be able to move around. I have things to do, so I’m going now."

Watching Su Yao leaving, Su Mo felt a sudden sadness, "Dad, don’t you care about me at all?"

A pain flashed through Lu Jin’s heart, followed by a complex expression as he explained to her.

The day after the president’s death, Su Yao received orders for the Evolution Potion from leaders of various countries—as if foreign powers had no interest in their sudden mutations as long as there were benefits to be had.

The Crystal Stone supply had also reached a level that satisfied Su Yao. He now needed to produce more vaccines in the laboratory; the Central Control Room and Zone B deep underground were temporarily to be fully managed and taken over by Lu Jin.

Hearing Lu Jin explain why Su Yao was so busy, Su Mo nodded slightly—her calculations were not the slightest bit off. Now, all that was left was to find Ling Ye, and then head to Zone D.

"I’ll carry you back to rest," Lu Jin’s hand tightened slightly as he held her, then he returned to Eden House.

She lay in bed, letting others change her into clean clothes and snuggle her into the blankets.

Lu Jin came in after she settled down. He himself was neatly groomed and was carrying a plate of cooked beef and a bottle of milk.

"Hungry?"

Su Mo’s nose twitched, and she touched her stomach, "Why isn’t it cake?"

Lu Jin was silent for a few seconds before placing the plate down and pulling over a stool. Sitting down beside the table, he began to cut the beef, "I think you’ll like this now."

Su Mo grew wary. What did he mean by that?

The forkful of beef was brought to her lips, and as she opened her mouth to eat, the grease that touched her was wiped away by his finger.

He treated her like a rare treasure, serving her until the entire plate of beef was eaten, and Su Mo licked her lips, still wanting more.

The man set the plate down, knelt on one knee in front of the bed, and took her hand.

Su Mo cocked her head curiously, "Ajin, what are you doing?"

"Can you, forgive me?" He had repeated these words in his heart many times before being able to voice them out.

The end of his sentence dipped, laden with subservience.

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "What are you talking about, Ajin?"

"It wasn’t until the moment you were dying that I realized, I was being selfish," Lu Jin suddenly dropped to both knees.

This man, who had always held himself with dignity, was now kneeling before her, covering one of her hands with both of his, confessing.

Su Mo watched him for a long while, then laughed, "Would you eat a poisoned apple?"

Lu Jin’s answer was still just as decisive and slightly pathological, "As long as it’s from you, I would."

The man was obsessively, even pathologically devoted, confessing to her—how laughable is that?