Rebirth Stockpiling: The Little Girl Sweeps Through the Apocalypse-Chapter 453

Ye's father motioned for her to lower her voice.

"Don’t speak so loudly. It won’t look good if Uncle Mu and Auntie hear you."

He spoke with earnest concern, trying to reassure her. "Mu Yang has always been obedient to his parents. As long as you make a good impression on them and win his favor, things will work out between you two."

"But..."

"No buts. Don’t forget our family’s current situation. Only Uncle Mu has the resources to save the company."

"Then why don’t you just ask Uncle Mu directly? If you spoke up, he’d definitely provide the funds," Ye Lingwei frowned.

She had always been proud and headstrong.

She liked Mu Yang, but not enough to grovel.

If not for their desperate circumstances, she would never stoop to chasing after someone who wasn’t interested!

"You’re being shortsighted. How can I just go to Uncle Mu like that?

He can offer help on his own, but I can’t ask for it outright.

If I do, it changes the dynamic.

Besides, they’ve already helped us many times before.

If I keep taking, it’ll ruin the relationship between our families.

We can’t drain the pond to catch the fish—we have to think long-term, understand?

And Mu Yang is Uncle Mu’s only son. Eventually, he’ll inherit the entire Mu family business.

If you marry him, what designer bags or clothes couldn’t you buy?

Besides, Mu Yang grew up before your mother’s and my eyes. His character and abilities are first-rate.

He’s the ideal son-in-law in our eyes.

You, on the other hand—you need to rein in that temper of yours.

Girls should act a little more coquettish and vulnerable. Boys eat that up."

Ye Lingwei pouted. "Fine, I know what to do."

Her father’s words made sense.

She was used to a life of luxury. If the family business collapsed, she wouldn’t be able to bear it.

The Mu family’s financial influence in Rong City was undeniable. Marrying into their household would guarantee a future of wealth and comfort.

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And… Mu Yang’s face…

It really was her type.

She resolved to make the most of the two families’ outing the next day and put on her best performance.

Unbeknownst to her, Mu Yang had overheard their entire conversation.

He didn’t confront them but instead recorded the exchange, planning to play it for his father the next time the arranged marriage was brought up.

Though he disapproved of the Ye family’s motives, he didn’t want to publicly humiliate Ye's father—after all, the man had watched him grow up.

Unless absolutely necessary, he preferred not to let things turn ugly.

After failing to feed the dog, he returned to his room.

Exhausted from the day, he quickly fell asleep.

A deafening explosion from the sky jolted him awake.

But his head felt heavy and groggy, and before he could process anything, he slipped back into unconsciousness.

The next time he woke, it was to terrified screams—one of them his mother’s.

Without thinking, he bolted downstairs.

At the foot of the stairs, chaos unfolded before him.

A blood-soaked servant was hunched over his father, tearing into him with frenzied bites.

Blood sprayed like a fountain.

Ye Lingwei’s parents already lay motionless in pools of their own blood.

His mother tried to pull the attacking servant away, only for the woman to lunge at her with a bloodstained maw.

Nearby, Ye Lingwei was frozen in shock, curled up beside the sofa, her eyes wide with horror.

As an avid fan of zombie films, Mu Yang instantly recognized what was happening.

He just never imagined fiction would become reality—or that the rumors online would prove true.

After a split second of shock, he scanned the room, grabbed a painting off the wall, and rushed downstairs.

With a powerful swing, he smashed it into the head of the now-transformed servant.

Thanks to his fitness regimen and zombie-movie expertise, he knew exactly where to strike—one hit was enough.

But as soon as he dealt with the servant, Ye Lingwei’s parents began to change.

Their bodies twisted unnaturally as they staggered to their feet.

"Dad! Mom!"

Ye Lingwei ran toward them, elated.

She had thought they were dead, but despite their grievous injuries, they were moving.

They were alive!

"Don’t go near them."

Mu Yang grabbed her arm.

Even if he had no intention of marrying her, he couldn’t let her walk to her death.

"Why not?" Ye Lingwei snapped, frowning. "They’re badly hurt—they need a hospital now!"

"They’re beyond saving."

Mu Yang’s voice was grim as his gaze swept over his own father, now hunched unnaturally, and his mother, motionless on the floor.

The words were as much for himself as for her.

"That’s impossible! They’re still alive—you—"

Before she could finish, her parents’ faces contorted into grotesque snarls.

With a guttural roar, they lunged at them, teeth bared—not as loved ones, but as predators.

They didn’t recognize their daughter.

They only saw prey.

The realization struck Ye Lingwei like a physical blow.

Her parents wanted to eat her.

She stood paralyzed.

Mu Yang reacted instantly.

Before the two could reach them, he stepped forward and swiftly incapacitated both.

As her parents collapsed lifelessly into the bloodied mess, Ye Lingwei slapped Mu Yang across the face.

"What ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌​​‍the hell are you doing?!" she screamed. "You murderer!"

The sting on his cheek made Mu Yang’s brow twitch, but he didn’t retaliate.

There was no time—his own parents were transforming.

His expression darkened.

Silently, he whispered two words: I’m sorry.

Then, the moment their mutations completed, he ended them.

Ye Lingwei’s eyes bulged in disbelief.

"You—you’re insane! First my parents, now yours?!"

Mu Yang gave her a cold glance.

"They died the moment they were bitten. What you see now aren’t people—they’re mindless creatures driven only by hunger for flesh and blood."

With that, he said no more.

He moved to sweep the villa for any remaining threats.

He wasn’t heartless—he’d just seen enough zombie films to know how this worked.

His parents were gone, but that didn’t mean he had to die too.

Survival demanded action.

Once the house was secure, he dug graves in the backyard and buried the bodies.