My Dragon Baby and Billionaire Husband-Chapter 749 Cinematic Proposal 4

Ye Siyuan was frightened and instantly turned timid. She explained, "I was following the script, the script."

Si Lisao’s chilly voice carried a questioning tone with a hint of threat. "Oh? So, we’re strangers? Say that again."

"I already told you, it’s the script~"

This man! Why won’t he just play his part from the script instead of nitpicking her words here?

"Hmm? So we’re strangers?"

Ye Siyuan’s scalp tingled under Si Lisao’s piercing gaze. Her voice softened as she said, "You’re my fiancé, not a stranger. I misspoke. You should go quickly, don’t worry about me."

She leaned her small head against his chest, her arms wrapping around him tighter and tighter.

Her mouth said ’don’t worry about me,’ but her heart was already anticipating Si Lisao acting like the male lead in the script—that even if mountains crumbled and the earth split, he wouldn’t abandon her, giving her a sense of security as solid as Mount Tai.

Si Lisao’s handsome face lost its severity and threat, becoming distinguished and tender. He continued his guest appearance according to the script, leaning down to kiss her blushing ear and said in a deep voice, "Si Yuan..."

"Hmm?" She looked up.

She met his deep gaze just in time to hear him continue, "I promise you, I will never fail your deep affection. No matter what happens in the future, I will never leave you, give up on you, or abandon you—remember my words."

He spoke with extreme seriousness, as if he had gotten too deep into his role.

Suddenly, two long, slanted Dragon Horns emerged from his head, and his pitch-black eyes gradually turned a glittering gold.

She was taken aback. "Your eyes."

Si Lisao, unaware of what had happened to his eyes, asked her, "Hmm?"

Ye Siyuan pointed at his Dragon Horns and said, "This is the first time I’ve seen you sprout Dragon Horns."

At that moment, Ye Jingzhe, who had been merely watching the show, shifted from a bystander to an active participant. Standing beside them, he explained, "Aunt, when we of the Dragon Clan make a solemn vow from the heart, we can’t help but sprout Dragon Horns. Everything Uncle just said came straight from his heart."

Ye Siyuan: "..."

So, this is like a lie detector?

Warmth spread through Ye Siyuan’s heart and then her entire body. "I... I... I..."

She stared into Si Lisao’s golden pupils, biting her lip as she said, "Me too!"

Si Lisao kissed her forehead. "A woman doesn’t need to make any promises to a man."

"Why not?"

"If real danger comes, I hope you’ll abandon me. Don’t stay with me. I wouldn’t be moved by that; I’d only call you a fool. I don’t want you to face any danger. Understand?" Si Lisao’s voice was serious and earnest.

"Then wouldn’t I be a bad woman?"

Si Lisao’s voice was deep, his tone affirmative, his gaze firm. "I allow you to be a bad woman. All I want is your safety."

Ye Siyuan rolled her eyes.

She said, "No! If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together. I, Ye Siyuan, am not someone who clings to life out of fear of death, nor am I like birds from the same flock that scatter when disaster strikes. The man I’ve chosen, I will face all of life’s happiness and hardships with him, just like wedding vows: for better or worse, in sickness and in health, ’til death do us part, never abandoning each other."

She was serious too!

Si Lisao hummed softly, "Disobedient woman."

Ye Siyuan retorted defiantly, "Who wants to be an obedient woman? I refuse to be obedient! Obedient women are completely controlled by their husbands. Don’t even think about controlling me!"

Si Lisao was both amused and exasperated. This mouth of hers...

Perhaps only...

Si Lisao wasted no time, lowering his head and kissing her little mouth.

His powerful masculine presence engulfed her.

Si Lisao carried a calming scent of pine, probably from a cologne. It smelled wonderful and gave a sense of reliability.

Ye Siyuan closed her eyes. Her senses narrowed to only smell and touch—a dual enjoyment, exquisite beyond words.

At this point, almost everyone in the restaurant had escaped. Only the male and female protagonists, Fatty, and a young man with claustrophobia remained.

Much like someone with trypophobia or acrophobia, he couldn’t stand the constricted feeling of squeezing into a narrow passage; it felt suffocating.

There was also an elderly couple, probably in their seventies or eighties, their hair already streaked with grey, yet they were dressed quite elegantly.

The elderly gentleman was refined, dressed in a retro Chinese tunic suit.

The elderly lady was very artistic, like an old artist, dressed in a cheongsam.

It was said the elderly couple couldn’t swim. They figured that even if they escaped through the ventilation duct, jumping into the sea wouldn’t guarantee their survival. So they stayed behind, as the kitchen at least offered a supply of food.

At this time, the male protagonist was about to lift the female protagonist up.

But just as the female protagonist climbed into the ventilation duct, screams of terror came from ahead.

It wasn’t just one person screaming, but a whole group. Something horrifying must have happened. Could zombies have crawled into the vent, lying in wait up ahead?

The mere thought was terrifying.

The male protagonist immediately helped the female protagonist down from the ventilation duct.

The next second, the young man with claustrophobia rushed to the round metal door of the vent, using it to block the entrance.

Fatty quickly followed. Holding a kitchen knife, he worked to refasten the screws, attempting to seal the vent and prevent zombies from coming down.

From inside the vent, the uninfected people still up there tried to push back, desperately clutching the round metal door and shouting, "Let us down! Let us down quickly! Hurry..."

Unfortunately, the young man and Fatty were too preoccupied with sealing the metal door to pay them any mind.

The man desperately clutching the round metal door was the same one who had earlier insisted that the injured female protagonist should be left behind.

The young man roared, "Earlier, when you wouldn’t let that injured lady go first, you kept saying people shouldn’t be so selfish! Since you’re so noble, why don’t you go find another exit and stop endangering us!"

The frustrated man’s retort was a furious roar, "FUCK YOU! I’ll remember you! If I ever see you again, I’ll kill you!"

Seeing the vent was now blocked with no way down, the man quickly crawled backward through the duct to find another exit. The others had no choice but to follow suit, crawling back one by one, terrified that moving too slowly would get them turned into zombies.

Luckily, the ventilation system was interconnected. If one opening was blocked, there was another they could use to get down.

The male protagonist carried the female protagonist back to the restaurant, and everyone returned to the restaurant.

Fearing the vent cover wasn’t secure and zombies might drop down, they moved all the food they could carry from the kitchen to the restaurant, then sealed the door between the kitchen and the restaurant.

Everyone stayed in the restaurant, with no way out.

Suddenly, the elderly gentleman found two sets of Western dining utensils and arranged them on the table with exquisite care.

Then he invited the elderly lady to dine.

The elderly couple probably felt they had no chance of survival. So, they chose to quietly enjoy a final meal before death, their mood unexpectedly turning romantic.

Seeing this, Si Lisao asked Ye Siyuan, "Are you hungry?"

"A little," Ye Siyuan replied, then wondered, "But can we actually eat food in a movie?"