Chapter 149: I Have an Ideal

When Yang Yi arrived, Chris was watching the morning news.

He had just showered after exercising, turned on the news, and was watching while brewing coffee.

"... According to the United Nations Population Statistics Bureau... nearly one billion people lost their lives in this disaster... this will have a huge impact on social production..."

"... Projected... production capacity will decline... the global economy will be severely affected..."

"... The alien creatures that fled to Earth... have passed the latent period... are stirring..."

"... To protect safety... the government has built walls around cities... creating strong fortresses..."

"... People in rural areas and remote suburbs are gathering in cities; with the economy declining, housing prices are rising instead of falling..."

"... The United Nations contacted the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Xia Country... requesting Yang Yi to assist in exterminating A-level alien creatures worldwide..."

He had just lifted his coffee cup when he saw Yang Yi walk in from outside; so Chris put the coffee down again and went to meet her: "You didn't tell me you were coming..."

Yang Yi's expression was as calm as usual, even slightly stiff, but upon closer look, her pitch-black pupils were filled with an indescribable weariness, and the smile at the corner of her mouth seemed a bit forced. "Why are you up so early?"

In fact, it was already late; it was 8:24 in the morning. He checked the time difference with the capital of Xia Country; over there, it should be 11:24 at night, the time to go to sleep.

"Is work very tiring?" Chris did not probe deeply into the details of her work. "Coincidentally, I just finished exercising and feel a bit tired too; how about we go rest?" In fact, he had just finished working out and was currently full of energy.

Saying this, he stepped forward, scooped her up in his arms, and walked toward the upstairs bedroom.

Yang Yi was startled by this action but did not resist.

She moved awkwardly in his arms; her originally calm expression turned to surprise and a hint of shyness, but she habitually suppressed the outward display of her emotions, so only a faint pink flush appeared on her face.

She deliberately kept her tone steady and calm: "... I think... isn't this a bit too fast..."

"What is too fast?" Chris pretended not to understand, innocently blinking his sea-blue eyes. "I saw you looked very tired and wanted to carry you to the bedroom to rest... Oh—actually, you want..."

"I wasn't thinking anything." She quickly interrupted.

She awkwardly avoided his gaze; the pink on her cheeks deepened layer by layer under Chris's watchful eyes, until even her ears turned the same shade.

Chris swore he had never seen such a rosy hue; the most beautiful scenery in the world could not compare to this, and she was the most beautiful woman in the world, the embodiment of beauty itself.

He had never understood why people always praised her strength and proclaimed her mighty power, yet so few passionately praised her beauty—there could be only one reason: they were all blind! Only he had discerning eyes, able to see her true inner self beneath the mask she deliberately maintained, which was beauty itself.

"Oh God—" Originally, he just wanted to tease her and make her happy, because she looked truly exhausted, the kind of exhaustion that affects both body and mind. But now, with her flushed red cheeks, her expression of embarrassed shame yet utmost restraint, his heart instantly melted into a pool of water, while a fire ignited within his body.

It was not yet the time; wait a bit longer; she was not ready yet... Thinking this, he felt his throat dry, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

He carried her toward his bedroom, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world.

Setting aside the various grand titles the outside world had piled onto her, in fact, she was light as a feather, a bit too thin, not even as heavy as the dumbbells he used for daily workouts, yet within such a slender body hid such immense power; this was simply a miracle.

He placed her gently on the bed and arranged her pillow properly—just a few days ago, she had been lying beside him, propped up on her arm, gazing at him, seeming as incredible as a light dream.

"Rest for a while; I'll go make you something to eat—" He gazed into her eyes and said softly, as if she were not some "God of Humanity" or "Superman," but a feather that would float away with a single breath.

He gazed at her face once more, then reluctantly turned and left.

Yang Yi looked at his figure thoughtfully, lowered her eyelashes, and spoke: "I'm not hungry; come keep me company..." she requested.

She rarely took the initiative to ask for anything, even the simplest matters of daily life; she was used to solving everything herself.

Chris immediately stopped, turned around, and looked at her in surprise. This was the first time she had spoken to him in a requesting tone.

Yang Yi propped herself up halfway, patted the spot beside her, and signaled for him to lie down next to her.

Chris unconsciously licked his lips; his mouth was a bit dry, his heartbeat was a bit fast, and his mind began to wander with wild thoughts.

After he lay down properly, Yang Yi actively leaned over, found a comfortable position in his arms, stopped moving, and gazed out the window in silent reverie.

The head of the bed faced the window directly; the window was like a picture frame, with a vast expanse of dense oak trees swaying in the summer wind, palm-sized green leaves waving in the breeze, freely radiating immense vitality. In one corner of the frame was a stretch of lake water, shimmering with sparkling light.

Everything was extremely tranquil.

To be honest, Chris felt a tiny bit of disappointment in his heart, but soon, this tranquil atmosphere infected him as well, and at this moment, holding the person he loved most in his arms was like holding the entire world.

Gradually, he felt that such warmth was more worth enjoying than a hearty session of X-love.

He gently stroked the tips of her shoulder-length hair; her hair was also pitch-black, like her calm and mysterious pupils.

For some reason, even in such an intimate and warm moment, a trace of unease and fear still trembled deep within his heart, as if reminding him of a future he dared not ponder deeply...

"Do you know, before all this happened, I had a simple ideal..." Yang Yi suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, like a sleep-talker's murmur.

Chris stroked her back, signaling that he was listening carefully. He knew that at this moment, she simply needed a listener.

"I wanted to save up some money, rent a plot of land deep in the mountains, grow tea, grow Chinese herbs, grow fruits, grow mushrooms, grow flowers, raise pigs, raise chickens... Before awakening, I had always been trying to pick one as my main profession, something one person could manage alone; otherwise, I'd work myself to death and still not finish... But actually, being a bit tired is fine; I'm not afraid of hard work; I'm just afraid... Later, somehow, I suddenly gained superpowers. After the initial shock, I was overjoyed; now I could rent an entire mountain peak, no, two, three! I could raise many pigs, raise many chickens, grow lots of tea, mushrooms, grow lots of flowers... Every morning when I woke up, I'd open the chicken coop door, let them run all over the mountains and fields, let them find bugs to eat themselves, and bring them back to the coop in the evening. Such free-range chickens are called 'free-roaming chickens'; their egg yolks are deep yellow, the eggs are more fragrant than those from greenhouse-raised chickens, and the price is higher too... Of course, their egg production won't be that high, and they'll lay eggs scattered all over the mountains and fields; I'd have to go mountain by mountain to pick them up, exhausting! Hey, but I have superpowers now, so why fear that?... I also thought about raising wild boars; of course, not pure wild boars. I saw an expert on the agriculture channel say that pure wild boar meat is too gamey and hard to eat; the best pork is from a cross between wild boars and domestic pigs. Pigs raised this way have a meaty flavor, not much gameiness, good texture, and are the most popular... I even downloaded materials on wild boar farming to study..."