Su Ling tossed the bone onto the table as she spoke, then took a sip of her fruit tea to cleanse her palate.
Wen Shangyin found Su Ling rather interesting. She seemed to only know how to eat, projecting an image of someone well-protected…
"No, no, no," Su Ling interjected. While she couldn't read minds, she could guess how Wen Shangyin perceived her based on his gaze. She said slowly, "I'm not some delicate, well-protected girl. I kill zombies just as well as any of you men."
She continued, resting her chin on her hand and speaking lazily, "See that mobile fortress? I designed and built that. Do you think a protected girl in the apocalypse could do that? Do you think someone without ability could survive so cleanly in the apocalypse? Even if they did, could they maintain the carefree attitude I have?"
Impossible!
Women who clung to strong men in the apocalypse, or the weak in general, even if they had no worries about food and clothing, would have a timid demeanor.
Why timid?
Because they wouldn't know how long such stability would last. Although it was temporary, they would live in fear. Fear of being surpassed, fear of being replaced, fear of their position being threatened…
Upon hearing Su Ling's words, Wen Shangyin snapped back to attention.
It was indeed as she said. He didn't know his younger brother intimately, but he knew him well enough.
Given Shang Qi's personality, he would never fall for a delicate little girl.
Such delicate girls could be kept as caged birds before the apocalypse.
But in the apocalypse, such canaries were not worth keeping. Women were merely playthings, not worth mentioning.
Based on his third brother's usual behavior, whether before or after the apocalypse, he would absolutely disdain such canaries.
To him, they would be nothing but troublesome burdens.
If he truly fancied someone, he would have already taken in the many women his late father had arranged for him before his passing.
Wen Shangyin realized this belatedly, secretly glad that he understood it wasn't too late.
He was clear-headed now, and looking at Su Ling again, there was no longer any condescension. He had long since discarded his prejudiced way of looking at people.
Seeing Su Ling, who looked gentle and easily bullied but was actually a formidable force, Wen Shangyin asked, "Tell me, what do you want from your Shang Qi? Whatever you think of, just say it. I'll listen, and if it's not too excessive, I'll agree."
Wen Shangyin said this because he believed Su Ling wouldn't be asking for much.
Perhaps if Su Ling stated her demands, he might even get a good deal out of it.
Seeing Wen Shangyin's expression, Su Ling guessed what this elder brother was thinking without him needing to say it.
She scoffed inwardly, took a bite of the cold marinated dish, and looked at Wen Shangyin with a half-smile, "You really want me to say it, for me to state my demands? Whatever I think of, you'll agree to?"
From this point on, Su Ling was setting a trap for Wen Shangyin.
Wen Shangyin heard it too, but since the words had come from his own mouth, he couldn't backtrack and deny them now.
So, Wen Shangyin looked at Su Ling and nodded, "Speak, I'm listening."
"Alright, I'll tell you then." Su Ling tossed the napkin she used to wipe her hands onto the table, leaned back lazily in her chair, and half her face was bathed in the sunlight filtering through the umbrella, the light warm and bright on her exposed skin.
While others found the sunlight dazzling, Su Ling felt nothing of the sort. She even looked directly at the bright light without blinking.
After gazing at the sun for a while, Su Ling tilted her head and looked at Wen Shangyin, "You and Shang Qi, are you four brothers?"