Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 129: Darling please be gentle with your touch

Feng Yizhou climbed onto the hood of the lead vehicle, scanning the route. He pointed ahead.

"That intersection, we take a hard left and cut through the service lanes. Facility’s perimeter isn’t far. We make it there, they can’t follow."

"Got it!" The group fought their way back into the convoy.

Blood splattered on the windshields.

Tires screamed against pavement as they peeled away, the infected chasing for only a block before dropping off, unable to keep up with the speed.

By the time the gates of the facility came into view, the vehicles were dented, bloodied.

Several men were wounded. Yizhou’s shirt was stained at the shoulder where one of the infected had clawed at him, it was shallow but painful.

They reached the checkpoint. Guns were drawn from the towers above until someone recognized the convoy.

"Open the damn gate" Yizhou barked out the window.

The gate rolled back, slow, groaning. As soon as they were inside, it slammed shut again. Guards stepped back, eyes wide at the state of them.

Feng Yizhou climbed out of the van, glancing back at the vehicles, now streaked in gore. "Where’s my wife?"he muttered. "Tell her we’re back."

"Your wife?"... the guard was shocked, he was married to that fierce woman?

Wow..

The guard at the checkpoint swallowed hard, then fumbled for the comm. "S-someone get a message to Cheng Saem! Let the Miss know—the convoy’s arrived!"

Men climbed out of the vans and trucks, some limping, others dragging the wounded.

Their clothes were soaked through with blood—both their own and the infected’s.

Mostly the infected’s.

The air stank of gunpowder, burnt rubber, and rotting flesh.

Haoyu wiped his face with the back of his sleeve, smearing a long line of blood across his cheek. "That was close."

"You handled yourself well," Yizhou said, voice low as he moved to check on the others. "But don’t get cocky. That wasn’t even a wave. Just a scattered nest."

Haoyu’s jaw clenched, and he nodded.

Several of the men were already lining up for emergency treatment as medics jogged down from the inner facility. Stretcher teams came next, triaging those with deeper injuries.

Yizhou ignored his own shoulder as he scanned the perimeter. "Where’s Qingran?" he asked one of the approaching guards.

"She was inspecting the gate, sir. Ground level."

Of course she was.

He exhaled slowly and nodded. "Good. Then she saw us come in."

"Boss, everyone’s accounted for, no loss, just surface injuries."

Feng Yizhou nodded, this was the first time his men had been a full scale attack like this one.

So he didn’t put too much effort into fighting the zombies, so they could learn.

"You did well. They’ll take you all to get treated and lead you to your rooms."

As they men retreated, it was only Haoyu, Feng Yizhou and Sun Zi Mo left.

"Did you experience anything on this little field trip? Soon there would be swarms of these things all over the place. I hope you can tell your comrades, the severity of the situation."

Sun Zi Mo bowed and nodded, he wanted to say something but someone had walked in, he turned to see that it was Qingran.

"Feng Yizhou! What do mean by "Where’s my wife?" And why the heck are you covered in blood, it smells so bad.."

"..."

"Darling is this how you welcome me? I came as fast as I could, because I didn’t want to leave you worried.."

".."

"Geez. Whatever, shower first before we continue this discussion. Follow me." Turning to Sun Zi Mo, she smiled and asked.

"Did you learn anything today?"

Sun Zi Mo nodded "I learned a lot today Ma’am.."

He learned that Feng Yizhou was a totally different person when he wasn’t with the miss. A complete monster.

"Good. I’ll leave Haoyu with you, find a good room for him.."

Sun Zi Mo nodded and asked Haoyu to follow him, Haoyu in turn, looked at Qingran. But she only chased him away, saying she’d see him tomorrow.

"..."

Now that they were only, Qingran raised her fist, giving Feng Yizhou a punch to the gut.

Wham!

He smiled as he left out a breath, wondering what he did wrong this time.

"Darling please be gentle with your touch. It’s a minor injury but it still hurts.."

"..."

Qingran hissed as she turned on her heels, heading into the building.

"I’ll take you to our rooms, we can clean those wounds of yours there too.."

Feng Yizhou followed with a lazy gait, one hand braced over his stomach and the other casually tucked in his pocket.

The smirk on his face didn’t match the blood soaked into his clothes, nor the scrape trailing down his shoulder.

He didn’t care. She had called it their rooms.

The hallways were too bright, sterile white light humming over polished floors.

They passed a few staff, most of whom quickly turned their eyes away when they recognized him.

Word of the convoy’s return must’ve spread fast—word of what they looked like when they came back, too.

Qingran tapped in a code on the panel. The doors opened with a soft chime, and they stepped in together. The ride was quiet, save for the hum of machinery and the soft buzz of flickering lights.

The elevator rose to the 8th floor.

No one else had access to it.

Qingran hadn’t told anyone, but she’d personally locked it down so that only she and Yizhou could reach it.

The office was up here. So were the rooms, it was a private floor, so access here should be restricted.

As the doors slid open, she stepped out, holding the door open with her foot. "Come on. You’re bleeding on the floor."

Yizhou followed with a faint chuckle. "A wife that hits, scolds, and patches me up. I’m truly blessed."

Qingran gave him a look over her shoulder. "You’ll be blessed with another punch if you keep bleeding all over the floor."

"..."

Feng Yizhou chuckled "If you patch me up fast...I won’t keep bleeding..will I?"