Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

She pressed his arm between her ample bosom, almost completely engulfing it. Zhang Yi was somewhat taken aback; she had always been obedient, but this was the first time she had been so forward. He quickly realized that Zhou Ke'er saw Zhou Haimei as a competition. Indeed, competition breeds improvement!

Zhang Yi found this amusing. With Zhou Ke'er and Yang Siya vying for his favor, he would be the one to benefit. This was a classic case of "when two mussels fight, the fisherman profits."

Turning to Zhou Haimei, Zhang Yi said, "You can sit here for a while."

Zhou Haimei, though amused by Zhou Ke'er's hostility, said nothing. She simply nodded and sat down on the sofa. Zhang Yi then pulled Zhou Ke'er into her room.

Once inside, Zhou Ke'er stared at Zhang Yi with a jealous look. "I just realized you like mature women, don't you?"

"Don't overthink it. I brought her to take care of Uncle You," Zhang Yi explained with a smile. "Though, you're not wrong about my preference for mature women."

Zhou Ke'er sensed there was more to his words. "Hmm?"

Changing the subject, Zhang Yi asked, "How is Uncle You's condition?"

"His recovery is astonishing. Normally, it would take at least three months, but he has almost fully healed. I also injected him with a muscle relaxant as you suggested, but even that couldn't fully contain his strength," Zhou Ke'er explained.

Zhang Yi nodded, now certain that Uncle You's mutation was a physical enhancement type. "And his mental state? Is it normal?"

"I haven't noticed any changes. He seems as normal as ever," Zhou Ke'er replied.

Relieved, Zhang Yi said, "That's good!" He then instructed Zhou Ke'er to chat with Zhou Haimei in the living room to establish a good relationship since she would be Uncle You's woman.

Realizing Zhou Haimei wasn't a rival, Zhou Ke'er’s hostility vanished. She happily went to chat with Zhou Haimei, eager for some company.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yi went to Uncle You's room. Opening the door, he saw Uncle You sitting on the bed, holding a phone and laughing strangely. Hearing the door, Uncle You quickly hid his phone under the pillow.

"Zhang Yi? You're back! Why didn’t you knock?" Uncle You’s face turned red with embarrassment.

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow, understanding what he was doing. "Uncle You, were you just reading ‘The Spring and Autumn Annals’?"

Uncle You coughed, "Just passing the time. Never mind that. What kept you busy outside all day?"

Zhang Yi hadn’t told Uncle You about the shelter before, but now it seemed appropriate. He sat by the bed and explained the situation.

Uncle You was astonished. "These rich folks really know how to prepare! I used to think they were wasting money on useless stuff, but they’ve outlasted us in the apocalypse. We’re the fools!"

"Indeed, with their resources, the wealthy are more likely to survive," Zhang Yi agreed.

Uncle You laughed heartily, "Lucky for me, I have a good friend like you. That's why I'm still alive."

Zhang Yi smiled warmly. If he had any friends left in the apocalypse, it was undoubtedly Uncle You.

"So, how has your body changed recently?" Zhang Yi asked.

Uncle You didn’t hide anything. "My body is different. Such severe gunshot wounds, yet I’ve almost fully healed in just a few days." He lifted his shirt to reveal a muscular, well-defined abdomen, still bandaged but free of bloodstains. "My strength has increased too."

To demonstrate, he grabbed the iron bedframe and twisted it effortlessly. Zhang Yi’s eyes gleamed with interest. Such strength could easily kill a tiger in close combat!

"I feel like a monster," Uncle You admitted, both thrilled and apprehensive.

Zhang Yi reassured him, "You’ve simply awakened a powerful ability." He explained the concept of biological mutations and shared some information he had gathered online.

Understanding now, Uncle You relaxed. To build trust, Zhang Yi revealed his own mutation and demonstrated by retrieving an item from thin air. Uncle You was astonished, smacking the bed in disbelief. "No wonder you always seem to have everything! So that's your secret!"

His excitement caused the bed frame to bend under his weight. Zhang Yi watched with amusement, pleased with Uncle You’s growing strength. His loyalty and newfound abilities would be invaluable.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi asked, "Uncle You, do you want a wife?"

Uncle You was taken aback. "What?"

"If you want, I can bring you a wife," Zhang Yi continued. "Beautiful, well-built, and mature—just your type!"

With a knowing look, Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow. Uncle You’s eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. After Xie Limei’s death, he had been deeply saddened. Being a fifty-something bachelor, finding a woman had been challenging. Now, hearing that Zhang Yi had found him a wife, Uncle You was overjoyed.

"Of course, I want a wife! Where is she? Let me see her!"