Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

“Zhang Yi, we’re finally safe now. How about we consider having a baby?”

Zhou Ke’er’s soft, gentle voice floated through the room.

She lay on the oversized bed, dressed in a black silk nightgown that hinted at her graceful figure. Years of training had given her a tall, well-proportioned body, an ideal physique with perfect curves. In the past, just by looking at her figure, one could tell she’d make an excellent mother.

Zhang Yi lay comfortably on her soft thighs, eyes half-closed, enjoying the soothing massage of her fingers.

“Why the sudden thought? Once we have a kid, we’ll have to focus all our energy on them. Live in the moment—don’t plan too far ahead.”

Zhang Yi had no intention of having children at that point.

First, he didn’t want a child to disrupt his current peaceful lifestyle.

Second, the world was still unstable; a new crisis could strike any day. Having a child would only add to the burden.

Zhou Ke’er pursed her lips, “But I want us to have a love child!”

With more and more beautiful women around Zhang Yi, Zhou Ke’er couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure.

Many women have the same issue—seeing every other woman around their partner as a potential rival.

As the number of outstanding women around Zhang Yi increased, it wasn’t unreasonable for Zhou Ke’er to feel worried.

She hoped to secure her place in his life by considering having a child.

“There’s a simpler solution.”

Zhang Yi opened his eyes and smiled at her.

“Oh? What’s that?” Zhou Ke’er’s beautiful eyes widened with curiosity.

“Keep yourself looking good, and maybe work on your skills a little more,” Zhang Yi joked.

Blushing, Zhou Ke’er pressed her long, slender finger to his chest.

A glint of mischief flashed in her eyes as she leaned down to whisper into his ear.

“You only know how to tease me! But how am I supposed to practice this alone?”

Zhang Yi felt a pleasant tingling in his heart.

However, being in a weakened state, he couldn’t muster much strength.

“Damn! You can gloat for now, but just wait until I’m back to full strength—I’ll show you what I’m made of!”

“Hmph, I’ll be waiting!”

As the two bantered, there was suddenly a knock at the door.

“Zhang Yi, Liang Yue is here. She wants to see you.”

It was Uncle You’s voice.

Of the three of them, only Uncle You’s body didn’t show any side effects from the medication.

After all, his superhuman ability was body reinforcement, giving him a strong resistance to drugs, so he quickly expelled the toxins from his system.

Zhang Yi smirked when he heard Liang Yue had arrived.

Everything was unfolding just as he had anticipated.

It wasn’t difficult for Liang Yue to lead the students out, but how could a martial artist like her support them all?

Eventually, she’d have to come to him for help!

“Guess she’ll have to play by my rules now.”

Zhang Yi chuckled with a wicked grin.

Zhou Ke’er looked at him, bemused. “Are you planning something shady for Teacher Liang?”

Lazily, Zhang Yi sat up, giving her a playful slap on her rounded backside.

“Slap!”

The sound was crisp, and the bounce was perfect!

“It’s called fair trade, not ‘shady plans.’”

Zhou Ke’er let out a small yelp as Zhang Yi climbed off the bed, then casually walked over to open the door for Uncle You.

At the door, Uncle You asked, “Liang Yue’s waiting outside. Should I let her in?”

“Yes, let her in. I actually have a few things to discuss with her.”

Liang Yue was a stubborn one with a strong sense of duty as a teacher. Zhang Yi liked that in a person.

He was shameless, so he enjoyed dealing with kind-hearted, honest people. He’d always come out ahead with them.

Liang Yue’s combat skills were valuable, and he intended to keep her firmly under his control.

When Zhang Yi entered the living room, Yang Siyah noticed him and quickly moved to support him.

“No need. I’m not that weak.”

Zhang Yi waved her off, saying, “Just go make some coffee.”

Yang Siyah asked, “I’m not sure what Teacher Liang likes.”

“Just make a cappuccino. Right now, you could serve her plain water, and she’d still appreciate it.”

Obediently, Yang Siyah went to prepare the coffee while Zhang Yi used the smart system to open the main door, allowing Liang Yue inside.

This was Liang Yue’s first time entering the shelter’s inner area.

As she stepped in, she marveled at her surroundings.

This luxurious villa was like a palace in the apocalypse!

She’d been to Chen Xinian’s Second Life Pod before, but compared to Zhang Yi’s shelter, it was like night and day!

After all, the West Hill Shelter was an old, temporary refuge, built mainly for wartime and natural disaster protection. Comfort was never its priority.

Now, she understood why Zhang Yi had refused Chen Xinian’s recruitment and insisted on staying here.

Going from here to the Second Life Pod was like going from a five-star presidential suite to a budget hotel that cost thirty yuan per night.

“Teacher Liang, have a seat!”

Zhang Yi, in a set of white cotton pajamas, lounged lazily on the sofa, waving her over.

Liang Yue took off her down jacket, revealing her toned figure beneath.

Her chest was on the smaller side—not entirely flat, but modest enough that, to Zhang Yi’s experienced eyes, it seemed almost pitiable.

But for a martial artist, this body type had its advantages.

Zhang Yi noticed her down jacket didn’t seem to fit well—it looked grimy, with sleeves that were too long. Clearly, it wasn’t hers; it was likely scavenged from a corpse.

With the freezing temperatures, washing it wasn’t an option, so it looked quite rough.

“Why aren’t you wearing your combat gear?” Zhang Yi asked curiously.

Combat gear was standard issue for the Special Forces Team at West Hill Base, with even better quality for captains. Besides powerful bulletproof capabilities, it had excellent temperature regulation, suitable for both cold and hot conditions.

Liang Yue replied helplessly, “The temperature control system drains power.”

Zhang Yi slapped his forehead, suddenly recalling that he didn’t lack electricity. The generator in his basement was always running.

With his supply of fossil fuels, energy scarcity wasn’t an issue for him.

However, not everyone in this world had such favorable conditions.

Outside, the government still provided daily intermittent power, enough to prevent widespread deaths from energy shortages.

This modest power was barely sufficient for heating food or the most critical warmth needs.

Many people had even given up using their phones.

So, Liang Yue’s choice to forgo the energy-draining combat suit for regular clothing was indeed out of necessity.