Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food Chapter 1268 - 602: Time to Hire a Maternity Matron

"How long has it been?" Ding Yan couldn't help but inquire.

Song Wen and Dong Yan promptly turned their gazes toward Liang Yuan.

Liang Yuan offered a smile, stating, "I only found out in the past couple of days, but if Dr. Yang's assessment is correct, it's likely been over two months."

A quick mental calculation by Ding Yan revealed that Liang Yuan had been confined to the Floating Island of the Abyssal Mouth for more than a month. This implied that Yang Mei was already expecting when Liang Yuan departed from Yangshan.

"In that case, you shouldn't be running around so much anymore. Stay home and spend more time with Yang Mei," Ding Yan advised.

Song Wen chimed in, unable to resist adding, "Brother Liang, you've been quite busy lately, and everyone has missed you dearly."

A flicker of guilt crossed Liang Yuan's face as he responded, "The Three Great Sects have been completely eradicated. Aside from the scattered remnants who managed to escape, there's really nothing else left to attend to."

"Everything in Yangshan is now on the right track. I can indeed afford to take a break for a while."

"Rest assured, I'll be staying in Yangshan with you all from now on."

A collective smile spread across the faces of the three women.

"What do you two think would be a fitting name for Sister Mei’s child?" Song Wen suddenly asked.

This question immediately ignited a vibrant discussion.

Dong Yan quickly offered, "It really depends on whether it's a boy or a girl. If it's a boy, he should certainly be as formidable as Brother Liang, and his name ought to be powerful and imposing."

Song Wen giggled, retorting, "Can't a girl's name be powerful and imposing? Isn't Sister Ding a woman? She's incredibly impressive."

Ding Yan chuckled, interjecting, "Ultimately, the naming of the child should be up to Yang Mei and Liang Yuan."

Liang Yuan smiled, saying, "You can all help brainstorm some names too. Prepare a few options, and we'll make a selection when the time comes."

"Okay, okay! I'll take charge of coming up with names for the boys!" Dong Yan eagerly declared.

Song Wen chimed in with her own shout, "I'll be the one to think of girls' names."

Ding Yan let out another chuckle, adding, "In that case, I'll focus on coming up with suitable nicknames."

Liang Yuan smiled, nodding. "Alright, alright. You all come up with your ideas, and Sister Mei and I will make the final choice later."

Following their meal, the night had deepened considerably.

Tonight, Liang Yuan chose not to retire to any other room but instead stayed in Yang Mei's room to rest.

The following day, as the sun began to rise, Yang Mei's long eyelashes fluttered as she stirred from her sleep.

Instinctively, she glanced beside her and found herself embraced by a strong arm, with a large hand resting gently upon her ample chest.

Sensing the familiar presence, she paused and looked towards the mutated sunflowers nearby, which emitted a soft, warm radiance.

The comforting warmth of the bed stood in stark contrast to the heavy snowfall visible outside the window.

The weather was indeed perfect for a leisurely morning.

Without thinking, she turned her head to gaze upon the handsome Liang Yuan lying beside her.

She felt as though she were caught in a dream.

Her instinct was to nestle closer into his embrace, gently nuzzling against his chest.

Liang Yuan's eyes opened, and upon witnessing Yang Mei's rare display of girlish affection, he couldn't help but let out a soft laugh.

He bestowed a kiss upon her smooth forehead and softly inquired, "Awake already?"

Yang Mei smiled shyly, replying, "It feels like a dream. I can barely recall the last time I slept so peacefully."

Liang Yuan chuckled, teasing, "What do you mean? Don't you remember the first time I had you wear that particular lingerie? You fainted two or three times, couldn't get out of bed the next day, and certainly didn't sleep well?"

"Oh, you are so incredibly annoying!"

Yang Mei playfully nipped at his chest, her mind momentarily drifting to tender moments, only to have him dredging up such embarrassing memories.

Liang Yuan burst into hearty laughter.

Leaning against his solid chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his powerful heartbeat, Yang Mei felt an overwhelming sense of security.

She softly murmured, "It just feels a bit surreal, being in your arms with no rainstorm raging outside—it's almost as if we've returned to a time before the apocalypse."

"Wouldn't it have been wonderful if I had met you before the apocalypse?"

Liang Yuan gently shook his head. "Isn't now even better? Although this is the apocalypse, we possess ample food and clothing, and we've even established our own secure base."

"If it were before the apocalypse, I'd still be burdened with a substantial mortgage, completely lacking any useful skills. How could I have possibly lived a good life back then?"

Yang Mei couldn't help but respond, "That's simply because they didn't understand you or recognize your inherent goodness."

"It's only when faced with true adversity that a person's inner character truly shines through."

Liang Yuan, with a mix of amusement and emotion, stated, "In a rigidly structured society, ordinary individuals rarely find opportunities to rise above their circumstances."

"You, stop overthinking things. Cherishing the present moment and being together – isn't this truly the best time?"

Yang Mei nodded enthusiastically, then stretched languidly, revealing a generous expanse of her fair skin.

She spoke, "I should probably get up and prepare breakfast. I've slept soundly all night."

Liang Yuan swiftly pulled her back, uttering, "Don't get up; I'll handle it. Wasn't it advised that you need to rest during the first three months?"

Yang Mei hesitated, asking, "Making breakfast should be fine, right?"

"Besides, I possess superpowers; I'm not that fragile."

A smile touched Liang Yuan's lips as he replied, "For the next three months, do not exert yourself. I'll inquire later if we can find someone to assist with cooking."

Numerous survivors reside at Yangshan, many of whom are women, and a significant number are skilled cooks.

Liang Yuan surmised that if he put out the word, many would eagerly volunteer.

Yang Mei quickly interjected, "No, don't make too much of a fuss. Even Tang Ying isn't this pampered; she's a medical student, and Dr. Yang is a TCM doctor, and they don't stay in bed resting, so I shouldn't be treated as an exception either."

Liang Yuan merely smiled, remaining silent, yet he fully intended to arrange for a cook.

After a period of affectionate moments, Yang Mei suddenly detected a pleasant aroma.

"Huh, who's preparing breakfast?"

Liang Yuan also caught the scent and announced, "I'll go see."

"I'll accompany you."

Both rose, dressed, and proceeded to the kitchen, discovering Ding Yan, Song Wen, and Dong Yan occupied with cooking preparations.

A look of surprise flickered across Liang Yuan's face as he smiled, asking, "How come the three of you have the time to cook?"

Yang Mei promptly called out, "Oh my, Ding Yan, Wenwen, Yanyan, you can leave it; just let me do it."

Ding Yan turned back, gently stopping Yang Mei, and said with a smile, "Yang Mei, you're pregnant now; you should be resting more."

Song Wen added, "Sister Mei, you always cooked for us before; it's our turn to cook for you now."

Dong Yan giggled, remarking, "But our cooking isn't as delicious as yours, Sister Mei; please don't mind."

Yang Mei's eyes welled up with emotion, and she quickly responded, "Why would I mind? You all… you're making me want to cry."

Liang Yuan, too, felt a surge of warmth witnessing their thoughtful gestures.

He pondered for a moment before stating, "You are all department heads at Yangshan now, and you don't have much time to help with cooking. I'll find someone capable of cooking to assist."

Ding Yan concurred, "That's certainly necessary. As Yang Mei's pregnancy progresses, there will be many things she cannot do, and her diet will need careful management too."

"We're not very knowledgeable; perhaps we should ask if any residents have experience as maternity nurses or possess relevant knowledge."

Yang Mei quickly replied, "No need to go to such trouble. Dr. Yang is a Chinese medicine practitioner; he understands dietary matters. I'll just consult Dr. Yang and Tang Ying later."

This breakfast, while not reaching the exquisite standard of Yang Mei's culinary creations.

Still managed to instill a heartwarming sense of comfort in everyone, and Yang Mei found it particularly delightful.

Following breakfast, Ding Yan, Song Wen, and Dong Yan hurried off to their duties.

Yangshan's second conference had just concluded the previous day, leaving a mountain of arrangements, understandably making them exceptionally busy.

Liang Yuan found himself in the position of an idle proprietor, spending his time at home with Yang Mei.

However, Yang Mei couldn't remain sedentary, constantly feeling antsy with nothing to occupy herself, so she decided to check on things at the office within the complex.

Liang Yuan didn't impede her; a pregnant woman's emotional state is crucial, but it's better to keep her engaged with activities rather than letting her fall into idleness and brood.

Consequently, he accompanied Yang Mei, personally escorting her to the complex and significantly replenishing the warehouse's stock.

This included essential daily necessities, such as sanitary pads, which had been out of stock for a considerable time.

Regarding cooking oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar, these items no longer required Liang Yuan's procurement.

The successful cultivation of soybeans now enabled the self-production of various soy-based products.

These included ingredients like bean curd skin, dried tofu, fresh tofu, soy milk, soybean paste, and soy sauce, among others.

After ensuring the warehouse was adequately restocked, Liang Yuan proceeded to check his Points balance.

The accumulation of Points remained disappointingly slow; despite the population increase, the efficiency of causality transfer had not improved.

The primary reason was that although he had utilized causality damage transfer techniques on the slaughterhouse machinery, yielding substantial Points.

However, in locations like the Mirage Snake Space and Dark Abyss Mouth, causality transfer machines had not yet been deployed for floating island slaughter operations.

"I have already dispatched Wu Ying with causality transfer machines to the Dark Abyss Mouth; they should be operational there by now."

"The Mirage Snake Space operations should also be up and running."

"In a few days, we will be able to observe the effects."

"Once the Miyuan Rainforest and Yellow Earth Divine Origin are fully under our control, and slaughterhouses are established in those regions, my rate of Point accumulation will significantly increase."

"Incidentally, while I have some free time now, why not visit the weapon factory and integrate these causality damage transfer functions into the weapon designs?"

Liang Yuan considered that Cangfu Mountain, Mide Mountain, and Denggong Mountain, with their considerable populations, would necessitate the establishment of slaughterhouses, much like the military's Cangqiong Mountain area.

He mused, "Alas, with territory expansion reaching this scale, the Points I have are far from sufficient to cover the costs."

A daily influx of ten thousand Points felt like a mere drop in the ocean, especially with each Genetic Species costing a staggering Million Points.

In Yangshan, many individuals possessed special attributes, and several Floating Islands struggled to acquire the necessary Genetic Species, resorting to self-system exchanges.

Naturally, he wouldn't assist ordinary folks with these exchanges. However, he would have to consider helping old friends like Yang Shenmin and Tang Ying should they require the corresponding Genetic Species.

Furthermore, the numerous Floating Islands under his dominion were likely outgrowing their current village-level power generating equipment. Rebuilding the power infrastructure on each Floating Island would demand significant Point investments.

Fortunately, once all territories stabilized, a large population would contribute to amassing Points for him, potentially multiplying his daily income severalfold.

If only the military could also utilize his slaughterhouse machines. Having the Celestial Abyss creature kills from the military credited to his account could potentially yield a daily income of a Million Points.

"In the future, all large-scale weaponry produced by the R&D and munitions factory must be engraved with causality transfer runes," he resolved.

"Also, I must endeavor to understand the true nature of this Celestial Abyss and the Abyss itself."

"According to Zhang Yujiang, such Celestial Abyss pathways tend to manifest above Floating Islands."

"A Celestial Abyss pathway essentially forms when a Floating Island sinks, passing through Thunderclouds to create the channel."

"I am uncertain, however, whether the Celestial Abyss pathway remains static after the Floating Island drifts away or if it moves with the island."

Liang Yuan's emotions churned as he decided to dispatch more personnel from the nearby Inspection Department to investigate any emerging Celestial Abyss pathways.

Additionally, several matters remained unexplored by Liang Yuan due to time constraints. Months prior, Spirit Jade Island had departed Yangshan, seeking their fortune at the Floating Island of the Abyssal Mouth, but had never returned.

Even after refining the Dark Abyss Mouth, Liang Yuan had been unable to locate Spirit Jade Island, a fact that weighed heavily on his mind, giving him a persistent sense of foreboding.

His next course of action would be to investigate beyond Linjiang City, following his contact with the city forces outside during his trip to the Dark Abyss Mouth.