Ruthless Host and Her Little Darling Quick Transmigration

Chapter 244 Apocalypse 9

"What are you doing, dressed so extravagantly every day?"

"Stop overthinking, okay? I'm exhausted after a long day at work." The woman ignored her husband, who was already drunk on the sofa, changed out of her slippers, and went straight to the bedroom.

"Stop right there, and explain yourself." Unlike the dazed look in his eyes, the man's steps were steady, and his long legs blocked the bedroom doorway in just a few strides.

"Move aside, we can talk tomorrow when you're sober." The woman looked exhausted and didn't want to argue with her drunk husband.

What's there to say?

Today you had a terrible argument, but the next day, after sobering up, you say you forgot, making yourself look like a clown, feeling frustrated and powerless. Even though the woman may have many doubts about whether the other person was truly drunk, and whether they really forgot what they did or said.

"What? You have nothing to say to me? You were having a great chat with Lao Zhang this morning."

The man gripped his wife's shoulders harder and harder.

"Remember you're my wife, so stop flirting with other women outside."

The man roughly dragged the person towards the bedroom, and their figures could no longer be seen through the living room glass. Only screams and the sounds of flesh slapping drifted in from afar through the not-so-soundproof doors and windows.

"So he's an abusive man!" Qin Baobao stood on the wall in her SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas.

Leaving behind the hustle and bustle of the city, Qin Baobao rented a house in the suburbs.

There's a large underground supermarket near the house, and a farmers' market to the south. A bus stop is just a two-minute walk away, making it incredibly convenient.

The neighbors weren't meddlesome people either.

On the left is a couple in their twenties who are not home during the day and only return at night.

On the right is a lively family, three generations living together, still bustling even late at night.

"Xuanzi, what's wrong with your wife? It's so late and she hasn't cooked yet. Is she trying to starve us to death? Wang Nizi, go wash your brother's hands, and then clean the house. The house is so dirty, are you blind? Can't you see? We've raised you all these years, and all you do is eat. Are you a pig?"

"Xuanzi, why isn't your wife out yet? Such a lazy wife, you might as well just get a divorce." The old lady's sarcastic words were full of reproach, revealing her overwhelming negative emotions.

"Fine, let's get a divorce." The honest voice was a suppressed outburst.

"You, you, what are you yelling at? I raised you from infancy, and this is how you talk to me?" The old woman gasped for breath, glaring angrily at her son.

"What kind of ability is it to yell at me? If you're so capable, yell at your wife. It's true that our son has grown up and become arrogant, starting to disrespect his parents. If you really don't like us old folks, just send us to a nursing home. Why put on this show in front of us? You yell at us just for saying a few words."

“Mom, every day when I come home from get off work, you’re either blaming this person or complaining about that person. We’re not your punching bags, to be vented on as you please. You’re like this every day, I don’t even want to go home after get off work, you know that?” The son’s defiant voice also revealed a sense of grievance and resignation.

"Fine...fine..." The old lady's chest heaved with anger, and she stood up and left.

"Li Nian'e, are you even going to stay alive? You haven't come out to cook yet. Do you expect this old woman to cook for you?"

The old lady shifted her focus and turned her anger towards her daughter-in-law.

The door was flung open with a deafening crash, and the old lady slapped her daughter-in-law across the face.

The daughter-in-law took two steps back, lowered her eyelids, and walked silently into the kitchen.

The woman went into the kitchen, added water, turned on the stove, and rinsed the rice in one smooth motion. Then she stood in front of the microwave oven, lost in thought. The microwave's soft hum was ignored; all she could see was the gleaming pot lid.

Time seemed to drag on, and a few breaths felt like several cycles of reincarnation.

The woman finally made up her mind, a fleeting glint of ferocity flashing in her eyes. She tugged at her right pocket, as if grasping some precious treasure, a barely perceptible smile curving her lips. The sight was eerie and perverse, sending chills down one's spine.

Take out the pork ribs, winter melon, and chili peppers from the refrigerator, and soak the dried wood ear mushrooms in water for later use.

I let out a soft breath, and my whole body and mind relaxed. After tonight, all the suffering will be over. The entanglements of the past will vanish. In such a chaotic world, losing one or two people isn't a big deal.

In the unknown darkness of the night, there may be man-eating monsters lurking.

My mother-in-law is so old and her legs aren't very agile anymore. When she gets up at night, she might accidentally fall somewhere and get eaten by a monster. Isn't that a given?

The woman picked up the kitchen knife, saw her own blurry, distorted, pale face reflected on the blade, and let go of all her inner struggles.

"Nothing will happen, right?" the woman murmured.

The woman calmed down completely, quietly serving the dishes and then quietly pouring the medicine into the ribs. Fearing the medicine might evaporate due to high temperature, she even let the ribs cool slightly for a few minutes before adding the medicine.

Quietly, the dishes were served on the table, and everyone was quietly watched to finish them, leaving not even a drop of soup.

A woman can remain silent and endure her mother-in-law's difficult behavior at the dinner table. When she can no longer bear it, she pretends to be deaf and blind.

Why not tolerate a dying person a little longer?

The woman didn't pick up a single rib, silently watching them disappear little by little. Her husband was unusually quiet today, and her father-in-law remained virtually invisible. The two children were so focused on eating that they dared not make a sound, even eating cautiously.

Before going to bed, the woman set an alarm for 1 a.m. It's said that this is during people's deep sleep, and they won't be easily woken up.

When her phone alarm rang in the middle of the night, her husband, who was sleeping next to her, did not wake up.

The woman left like a ghost in the middle of the night, closing the door behind her. About ten minutes later, she slowly strolled back.

I threw back the covers and went to bed.

Nestled in her husband's arms, her wildly beating heart slowly calmed down. Actually, his embrace wasn't that warm; it was just that she was so cold, cold to the very core. The heat from their contact felt scorching, as if burning her bones, and a sharp pain shot through her heart.

But what can I do? Only this pain can prove that I am not a ghost, that I am still alive, that I am still a person.

The woman lay in this not-so-safe embrace until her limbs and bones were warmed by the same temperature, as if she had come back to life. She closed her eyes and stayed there until dawn.

The house is quiet, unlike the usual quiet.

The woman dressed neatly, prepared the meal as usual, and woke up her two children.

The husband was woken by the alarm clock, but seeing only three people—one adult and two children—at the dining table, he didn't say anything. After eating, he grabbed his things and prepared to go to work.

The woman watched silently as the man walked out, opened the door, and then let out a terrified scream.

"mom!?"