Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 478

After that day, the atmosphere between the two of them changed.

There was a subtle, unspoken flirtation in the air.

For instance, Mo Chun would personally prepare delicious food and, though outwardly composed, would deliver it to Mu Yang with barely concealed excitement.

They also discussed construction progress together.

But sometimes, mid-conversation, their eyes would meet, leading to pauses that stretched for seconds.

Only when their ears inexplicably burned or someone interrupted would they snap out of it.

However, this sweet dynamic didn’t last long. Mu Yang had to return to Yun City after Xiao Feng and Yun Xiaoxiao got into trouble.

At the time, Xiao Feng had been abducted and taken abroad, and Mu Yang happened to be sick, so he didn’t receive the news immediately.

Mo Chun and the others only knew about a meeting initiated by the northern base—they had no idea Yun City’s people were involved.

By the time Mu Yang recovered enough to get the message, he left in a hurry.

And once he was gone, it was for a long time.

Even during the Second Zombie War, the two rarely saw each other.

Mu Yang was busy handling Yun City’s affairs and coordinating supply distributions.

Mo Chun was equally occupied, organizing the base’s people to juggle construction and production.

When the Zombie War broke out, she led the base’s fighters onto the battlefield to slaughter the undead.

It wasn’t until the war was completely over that Mu Yang finally had time to visit the central base again.

Of course, he wasn’t there for leisure—he was inspecting the progress of construction and production.

But during this period, his relationship with Mo Chun deepened rapidly.

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"How’s sister-in-law doing?"

Nie Yizhou panted as he rushed to the hospital room door.

Behind him were Xiao Feng, Lu Chen, and Ling Jing.

"She’s been in there for a while," Mu Yang replied, his gaze nervously fixed on the operating room.

"Don’t worry, mother and children will be fine," Lu Chen offered uncharacteristically, attempting to comfort him.

Mu Yang nodded, but his expression remained tense.

Yes, he and Mo Chun had gotten married.

They tied the knot three years after the war.

The central base had been handed over to Mo Chun’s aunt and younger brother to manage.

Mo Chun, meanwhile, moved with Mu Yang to Yun City.

About two months into their marriage, Mo Chun discovered she was pregnant.

A checkup revealed twins—a boy and a girl.

Mu Yang was overjoyed.

Of course, Nie Yizhou and the others were just as thrilled.

They all clamored about becoming fathers themselves.

When they heard Mo Chun was going into labor, they dropped everything and rushed over.

"Hey, where’s the little one? She’s the one who told us the good news—why isn’t she here?" Nie Yizhou glanced around, puzzled.

"She said she had to prepare something and would be here soon," Mu Yang answered.

Just then, the operating room light dimmed.

Mu Yang bolted forward.

The others stopped joking and followed, tension thick in the air.

"How is she, doctor?" Mu Yang asked anxiously, looking at the female physician.

She was an obstetrician from Yangcheng Base, renowned for her skill.

The doctor smiled warmly. "Don’t worry, all three are healthy—mother and both babies. Go on in."

The moment she finished speaking, Mu Yang rushed inside.

He didn’t go to the infants first—instead, he went straight to the bedside and clasped Mo Chun’s hand.

"Wife, you’ve worked hard," he murmured, his eyes reddening.

The emotion in his gaze was unmistakable—he genuinely ached for her after the ordeal of childbirth.

Mo Chun smiled softly.

She had noticed the moment he entered.

His entire focus was on her, and that was enough.

In this life, being with a man like him—she was truly happy.

Unlike Mu Yang, Lu Chen and the others crowded around the two bassinets beside the bed.

Mo Chun was Mu Yang’s wife, so he was the one to care for her.

It wasn’t their place to interfere.

Besides, Mu Yang’s son and daughter were their son and daughter too.

As godfathers, how could they not make a good impression on their godchildren?

Yet they stood there, hesitant, unsure how to proceed.

They wanted to hold the babies but were afraid to.

Those tiny bones—what if they accidentally crushed them?

Just as they were struggling, a small figure appeared at the door.

"Mo Chun jiejie!"

Yun Xiaoxiao walked in cheerfully, one hand holding a beautiful bouquet, the other clutching a large box.

She handed the flowers to Mo Chun, grinning. "Congratulations on the safe delivery of your little ones!"

"Thank you, Xiaoxiao," Mo Chun said warmly, accepting them.

"Kid, what’s in that box?" Ling Jing raised an eyebrow, eyeing the large container in Yun Xiaoxiao’s other hand.

She set it down mysteriously. "A secret. It’s my gift for my little nephew and niece."

Xiao Feng smirked, measuring Yun Xiaoxiao’s height with his hand.

"You’re about to be an aunt, yet you’re still this short?"

Yun Xiaoxiao: "..."

She shot him a sidelong glare.

If looks could kill, Xiao Feng would already be dead.

She had tried everything—milk, formula, calcium supplements, zinc supplements—anything that promised to help her grow taller. But nothing worked.

At nearly eleven years old, she still looked childlike and short...

Just thinking about it made her furious!

More than once, she had wondered if the nutritional products she’d collected were counterfeit.

So annoying!

But since getting angry at herself was pointless, the only option was...

"Brother Yizhou, are you going to do something about this or not?"

Hands on her hips, she raised an eyebrow at Nie Yizhou.

The message was clear: Handle your own people.

Nie Yizhou rubbed his nose, feigning ignorance.

He couldn’t afford to offend either side.

But when he looked up, three pairs of eyes were locked onto him—Lu Chen, Ling Jing, and Mu Yang.

Their expressions said it all: If you don’t deal with this, we will.

Hah, so what if they had numbers on their side?

Well... actually, yeah, that was a big deal.

Even ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌‌‍if he and Xiao Feng teamed up, they still wouldn’t stand a chance...

"Do you ever think before you speak?" Nie Yizhou grumbled, giving Xiao Feng a light smack.

He held back, of course—it looked rough but didn’t actually hurt.

"Who are you calling short? She’s just... storing up potential! Maybe she hasn’t hit her growth spurt yet. Give it a few years, and our little one here will blossom into a stunning beauty with fair skin, delicate features, and long legs. She’ll have innocent boys falling head over heels for her. Right, kiddo?"

Yun Xiaoxiao nodded in agreement.

"Makes sense."

The two babies giggled along as if they understood.

"So adorable~"

Yun Xiaoxiao walked over, playfully poking the little ones before proudly opening her box.

"Guess what Auntie brought for you?"

Curious, the others leaned in to look.

Inside the box were... two exquisitely crafted miniature daggers.

"Grow up fast, and Auntie will take you out to hunt big prey."

Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Lu Chen and the others collectively twitched their lips.

This gift...

Well... it was certainly... unique.