My Husband and I Brought Hundreds of Millions of Supplies to Farm

Chapter 964: Waking Up (1)

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“One more misstep,” Zhou Ying warned, “and the lightning won’t miss.” With that, she turned her attention to rescuing people from the flooded areas and informing local officials about the impending disaster.

The terrified magistrate, his pants wet with fear, abandoned decorum and scrambled to gather his subordinates, barking orders for evacuation.

Back at her interspace, Zhou Ying reheated leftover chicken soup and fed Gu Chengrui some oats before taking a shower and bringing him out.

As dawn approached, Gu Chengrui’s eyes fluttered open.

His gaze, however, held an unnerving intensity, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

It seemed to pierce through facades, like a form of clairvoyance. Zhou Ying noticed this shift instantly.

He turned to find her, his expression softening. Yet, there was a strange pressure beneath that tenderness, almost oppressive.

Then, he noticed her frown and the evidence of restless sleep. Leaning in, he gently kissed her forehead and smiled. “Qing’er, we’re still together.”

The kiss jolted Zhou Ying awake. Disoriented, she saw a large figure looming over her and instinctively punched at his temple.

“Trying to assassinate your husband?” Gu Chengrui chuckled, easily catching her fist.

Zhou Ying froze, then frantically checked the space beside her.

Relief washed over her as she realized Gu Chengrui was awake. Tears welled up in her eyes. “Rui, you’re finally awake! You scared me half to death!”

She threw herself into his arms, tears soaking his shirt. The fear of him remaining unconscious had been a constant torment.

“It’s alright now,” he murmured, holding her close. “Everything is over.”

As Zhou Ying calmed down, fresh tears streamed down her face. The ordeal had been terrifying.

“It’s still early. Go back to sleep, love. I… I need to go to the toilet.” Gu Chengrui said, attempting to get out of bed.

When he left the bed, he felt something off. He touched below his waist, and realization dawned on him as he rushed out of the room, flustered.

Zhou Ying considered bringing him into her interspace, but seeing him head for the toilet, she held back.

Alone, Zhou Ying pinched herself, a smile spreading across her face as she confirmed she wasn’t dreaming.

She drank some water, went to the toilet in her interspace, and returned to bed.

Moments later, Gu Chengrui walked in, holding a wet adult diaper. “Let’s go to the interspace,” he requested awkwardly. “I need another shower.”

Zhou Ying, bewildered by his uncharacteristically calm demeanor, simply complied.

Inside the space, Gu Chengrui headed straight for the villa’s bathroom. Zhou Ying, her mind in a whirl, prepared him a meal—chicken noodle soup, poached eggs, braised beef, and fresh strawberries.

As Gu Chengrui approached, impeccably dressed in a fresh set of clothes, he spoke, “I’m starving. Thank you for taking care of everything.”

The unfamiliar calmness in his voice finally struck Zhou Ying.

Gu Chengrui, a military doctor, grew up in an army camp. He wouldn’t be caught dead speaking so unhurriedly, and this wasn’t him. Something had fundamentally changed.