220 Vixen Above, Mensao Below (34)

Song Jia also didn't want to stay long inside the ship. Since Long Aotian had tried to kill her, she had no feelings about whether he was found or not.

In fact, his absence only made her feel uneasy. So when Ye Minzhe suggested for them to leave ahead of others, she didn't refuse him.

Song Jia didn't let Ye Minzhe take the VTOL jet. After all, there were only two of them, and it was unreasonable to take the large aircraft just because Ye Minzhe reasoned out that letting Song Jia ride on a cheap helicopter would "make him lose face."

In the animal world, to attract a mate, a courting peacock would fan out their elongated train feathers in iridescent colors. They would strut back and forth and shake their feathers to produce a rattling noise to get the peahens' attention.

One definitely couldn't compare the male god to a peacock, but...en, can't say there weren't any similarities between the two of them either. It was just that one was a human, and the other was a bird. It was the only noticeable difference.

Song Jia didn't want to take the VTOL helicopter, so there was nothing else that Ye Minzhe could do. He reluctantly climbed into one of the helicopters and kicked out the military personnel that was brought over by his father, leaving only the pilot.

He could protect himself, and more importantly, he could protect his Jia. What happened with Long Aotian was a special case. As long as he was able, why would he entrust Jia's security to other people? Not mentioning the fact that he could protect her far better than other people could, he was also worried that Jia might start relying on people other than him.

No, that definitely couldn't be allowed to happen!

Even if she was asked who she wanted to pick to sacrifice his life for her, his name should be the first to come out on her lips!

If there was a person that needed to die for her, no need to think about it, it should still be him!

It was Ye Minzhe's habit to pull Song Jia inside his arms, so while he was thinking these imaginary scenarios, his grip on her accidentally tightened. Song Jia winced.

"Ye Minzhe!"

Was he a snake? Why did he keep on crushing her?

Ye Minzhe immediately loosened his grip. "Jia, do you have a phone?"

Song Jia blinked at him, wondering at the sudden question. "I don't, I lost it on the ship."

"I also lost mine." He leaned forward towards the cockpit, scanning the area with his eyes. After a moment, he brightened. He said to the pilot, "I'll borrow this phone, I'll compensate you later."

"What do you want to do?" Song Jia asked suspiciously, watching Ye Minzhe play with the pilot's phone.

At this time, the helicopter was sailing over the marine-blue ocean, the wind whipping their hair.

Ye Minzhe stared deeply at her. "Taking a picture."

He smiled and pulled her back into his lap, her back to his chest. He wrapped one of his arms around her, her head nestled under his chin. With his free hand, he positioned the phone in front of them.

Ye Minzhe kissed Song Jia quickly on the cheek before he flexed his finger and clicked, making the camera flash.

Song Jia was stunned. Ye Minzhe gazed at the picture he took in satisfaction. He wanted to capture this moment, the proof that the two of them had survived a tragedy together. They went through a matter of life and death, so their relationship should be stronger than other people, no?

Later, he would also take a photo of the moment they started dating, and compile a photo album for each month. Then, on their wedding day, he could make those photos into a slideshow, telling the guests each significant moment in their love story. He would also hold a question and answer segment, where the guests would be examined on how well they listened to his presentation.

They came to his wedding...so they should properly know about the love story behind it, no? Of course, everyone who answered correctly would be given an extravagant reward.

Heheh, this way, everyone would know his relationship with Jia was strong and tight, so no annoying people would come disturb their married life. If they dare try, he would make the person take the exam again.

Since you didn't learn your lesson, go ahead and re-learn.

Song Jia looked at Ye Minzhe who was sinisterly laughing under his breath while looking at their photo.

Did this brat's BT disease strike again?

...

Song Jia had avoided Ye Jia's fate of being turned into a zombie inside the cruise ship.

And because she had noticed that the ship was sinking ahead of time and organized a plan to call for rescue, they had escaped earlier than what was supposed to happen if she hadn't intervened. In this frame of time, the zombies hadn't completely taken over the world yet.

There were countries that had been overrun, but most of them were still fighting back against the pandemic. Money was still important to people, so the wealth of the Ye family was still useful. And if Papa Ye used it carefully, Ye Minzhe would be able to make the strongest base against the zombies earlier than what was scheduled.

"Welcome home, young master Ye."

As soon as they landed on the wide lawn that extended as far as the eye could see, five butlers came forward to welcome them. Or more specifically, Ye Minzhe.

Song Jia was stunned at how wide and large the Ye estate was. Even when she was still inside the helicopter and strained her eyes to see where their territory ended, she still couldn't see it. Ye Jia had been brought to live at the Ye mansion, but that was only a technicality. In truth, Ye Jia lived in a separate estate from Ye Minzhe. This was her first visit to the main house.

"Why are you only greeting me? Don't you have eyes? Can't you see that my sister is standing right beside me?" Ye Minzhe's mood immediately turned bad.

The five butlers paused, and then without a change in their expression, they bent their backs in a ninety-degree angle and bowed to Song Jia.

"Welcome home, young miss."

These five butlers were only the antipasto [1] of the meal, so to speak. In the Ye estate, not only were there butlers, there were also under-butlers, the estate steward, and the housekeeper. Then the bevy of stillroom maids, housemaids, kitchen maids, the gardener, and his under-gardeners. It was as if the entire Ye estate was a separate kingdom of its own and Ye Minzhe was it's deigning prince.

Normally, nobody could afford that number of staff anymore, not even by those with genuine royal blood. But who told Papa Ye to become a god of fortune and have basically no other bad habits except spoiling his only son?

Thus, this kind of absurd fairytale-like lifestyle happened.

[1] traditional first course of an Italian meal, which is an appetizer typically consisting of olives, anchovies, cheeses, and meats.