Chapter 557: Chapter 557: Can You Accept It?
"Mom, Dad and I just went on a mission, we’re back now, right?"
Song Ning said sweetly, knowing his mom was angry, but he didn’t regret their decision.
If they had returned directly yesterday, Zhang Yiming might not have allowed them to bring his sister back.
Thinking about Song Wenwen alone in a pile of zombies just makes his heart ache.
"Always dawdling like an old woman, you can’t stay overnight when carrying out a mission!"
Mrs. Song kicked the electric scooter to the ground, looking furious as she walked toward the car.
The scooter was tossed to the ground like trash, its rearview mirror shattered.
With a car to ride in, there’s naturally no desire for the scooter anymore.
Song Ning and his father exchanged a glance and took a look at their surroundings.
They were quite near the safety base, where survivors often came out searching for supplies.
The first sight of Song Wenwen would surely bring Mrs. Song surprise or shock, and if discovered by others, it would be troublesome.
The father and son now had only one thought: they absolutely couldn’t let Mrs. Song in the car now; they needed to give her time to adjust in a secluded place!
"Mom, we’re heading back now, please take your time on the way and don’t bump into anyone’s car!"
Seeing Mrs. Song about to pull the car door, Song Ning quickly pressed the lock button, and without another word, hit the gas and sped away.
If we get scolded when we return, so be it!
We can’t let our sister be exposed in the middle of the street!
Mrs. Song still maintained the gesture of reaching for the car handle, left on her own with only the overturned scooter.
She was too anxious when she came out, riding the scooter at maximum motorcycle speed, her hair blowing like a punk star.
Just to find these two.
She found them, only for them to abandon her here!
A flame of fury flashed in Mrs. Song’s eyes, but there was no outlet for her anger.
Having no other choice, Mrs. Song gritted her teeth and picked up the scooter she’d kicked over, roughly wiped the seat clean with her sleeve.
The rearview mirror was entirely broken now; Mrs. Song simply tore it off with her hand and threw it to the ground.
Without a word, she rode the scooter in pursuit of the car.
Yet the car seemed to be intentionally evading her, quickly pulling away.
For a moment, Mrs. Song felt like a poor woman abandoned by her husband and son.
So pitiful.
A flame slowly spread in her focused grip.
The scooter’s handle was melted somewhat, releasing a pungent smell of plastic.
Zombies occasionally chased Mrs. Song, and she dispatched them swiftly with flames.
This showed that gentle-natured people aren’t immune to anger, and when they do get angry, it’s quite terrifying.
She’d reach her destination eventually, not believing the pair could keep driving forever.
Once they stopped, they’d face a serious beating.
The scooter and car raced along, the car far ahead, showing no intent of waiting for the trailing scooter.
Thinking she’d have to reach the safety base to catch them, Mrs. Song found the car stopping in a secluded area instead.
Before Mrs. Song could catch up, Song Ning had already fled the car.
He was eager to treat Bai Xiqin’s injuries, worried about annoying Zhang Yiming by delaying.
Right now, pleasing Zhang Yiming was crucial for the Song Family.
Song Hongfei didn’t flee, but stepped out, leaning against the car with a trace of melancholy.
From afar, he looked like a gloomy king.
Mrs. Song didn’t fare well; her clothes and hair were windswept, face flushed, and visibly smeared with dust and dirt.
"What are you up to?"
Mrs. Song’s fingers flickered with red flames, she pointed angrily at Song Hongfei.
Song Hongfei rubbed his eyes, grinned at Mrs. Song with a flattering tone, "We have our troubles."
"What troubles! If you don’t tell me, you’ll really have trouble speaking!" Mrs. Song stood with hands on hips, domineering.
It was her first time being so authoritative.
Honestly, Song Hongfei felt the atmosphere of being pinned down by his wife had returned.
He still preferred her domineering ways.
"You need to be prepared, I want to take you to meet someone."
Song Hongfei glanced around, affirming no one else was nearby, his playful expression gone, speaking seriously.
Seeing Song Hongfei’s earnest expression, Mrs. Song paused.
Judging by his expression, it was very important.
"Meet who? A mistress or another?"
Honestly, Mrs. Song felt little emotion.
Those she cared for were beside her, and the child she mourned had passed; she had little desire to meet anyone.
Song Hongfei took a deep breath, about to speak of Song Wenwen but couldn’t.
How could he explain?
Should he say their child had become a zombie?
Or that the beautiful princess had turned into a rotting figure, unrecognizable?
Song Hongfei and Song Ning felt this was a divine chance to reunite, but worried direct contact would scare Mrs. Song.
Song Hongfei’s hesitation annoyed Mrs. Song.
Such dawdling.
She hadn’t drunk anything all morning out of concern for these two, chased them from the base directly, yet they hadn’t let her ride the car, turning it into a high-speed chase.
Now, still not explaining properly, looking like they deserved a beating.
Just as Mrs. Song was about to vent her frustration on Song Hongfei, noise came from the car.
"Bang! Bang!"
It was Xiao Lan Zombie.
Song Hongfei left it in the car, and despite its lack of active consciousness, felt uneasy.
Unknowingly, its decayed fingers tapped at the window covered in newspaper.
It sensed flesh outside, but forbidden by its master to eat, only growled lowly.
Despite dissatisfaction, it couldn’t eat humans.
"Who’s inside?"
Mrs. Song cautiously eyed the car.
Also hearing the growls, aware of what they signified in these times.
A zombie in the car!
Mrs. Song instantly prepared to destroy the car.
Her flames grew livelier, nearing the vehicle.
Next moment, they’d strike.
"Wait!" Song Hongfei hurriedly stepped in front of Mrs. Song, smiling uneasily, "Can I ask you something?"
"Speak!"
Mrs. Song frowned.
She suspected the clueless Song Family father and son brought back a zombie-friend.
"Just hypothetically—if Song Ning became a zombie, would you accept keeping him around?"
Song Hongfei beamed, blocking Mrs. Song.
