Chapter 238: The Phoenix Man Who Soared Before the Apocalypse (43)

Shen Xiuyan rubbed the spot where he’d been hit, but instead of getting angry, he smiled and explained, “We already had enough money. Before the apocalypse, didn’t you give Mingyue a large sum? We used that to buy a batch of supplies. The space is packed now—more than enough for our daily needs going forward. Since time was tight, we didn’t even spend it all.”

As he spoke, he patted the bus beneath him. “With your status, I didn’t even have to say anything. The manager at the 4S Dealership let me buy it on a loan. The paperwork was done the same day, so we barely spent any money.”

Father Su was stunned, staring at his son-in-law in disbelief. This kind of talk was something he never imagined hearing from him.

It felt like he was getting to know this man for the first time.

What kind of capitalist talk was this? Before the apocalypse, he already knew how to leverage a small investment for big returns and squeeze out every last bit of profit…

He really was a business prodigy. So ruthless—if it weren’t for the apocalypse, he could’ve inherited his legacy on the spot.

Father Su was filled with regret. Such a brilliant business mind, completely wasted by the apocalypse.

But then he thought again and realized something wasn’t quite right.

Counting the Space Ability, his son-in-law had at least five supernatural abilities now…

He wasn’t just a business genius wasted by the apocalypse—he was an apocalypse genius wasted by normal society.

Just one or two abilities would be enough for someone to dominate. But five? He had healing, offense, support—he was practically unstoppable.

Don’t ask. If you ask, the answer is envy.

Father Su suddenly remembered something. He touched his chest and cautiously asked, “Wait! Before the apocalypse, didn’t Mingyue say she was clearing out two supermarkets for renovation…?”

Su Mingyue nodded firmly. “Yep. All the supplies were packed into Xiuyan’s space. We paid for them, so of course we weren’t going to let them go to waste!”

Father Su was both shocked and delighted.

“Wait, wait, he told you something that outrageous before the apocalypse, and you actually believed him???”

Su Mingyue gave a faint smile, as if to say, “Why wouldn’t I?” She clearly wasn’t concerned about her father’s blood pressure.

Father Su’s blood pressure spiked instantly. He clutched his neck and sighed inwardly.

His daughter was great in every way—except she had just a tiny bit of a love-brain.

If this had happened to anyone else, not a single person would’ve believed it.

But she just blindly believed him.

One dared to say it, the other dared to do it…

Thankfully, his silly daughter ended up with Xiuyan. If she’d fallen for some scheming Phoenix Man instead, she’d probably be crying in a corner by now—assuming she hadn’t already become part of a zombie horde, mercilessly slaughtered…

Su Mingyue pouted. After all these years, she could tell what her dad was thinking just by looking at his expression.

She wasn’t that naive. Back then, she’d already been planning to divorce him.

If she hadn’t later found out that Shen Xiuyan hadn’t been ignoring her on purpose—and if he hadn’t shown her all those abilities with his own hands—there’s no way she would’ve believed him.

But now? She figured it was better to keep quiet.

At least it would leave a good impression of her husband in her father’s heart.

In the apocalypse, a happy and harmonious family was a blessing in itself.

Shen Xiuyan smiled and looked at his still-digesting father-in-law. “Father-in-law, want to take a look inside my space?”

“Huh?” Father Su was incredulous. “You can go in there???”

Shen Xiuyan nodded. “Sure. But I can only bring one person in at a time. Mingyue, you wait in the bus for a bit.”

“Okay, I don’t mind. Take your time, I’m not in a hurry.”

Father Su: “…”

Chosen one. He had to be the chosen one.

His space could even let people in. Even if it was only one person at a time, it meant that if he ever faced danger, he’d never be completely doomed…

No, he had to stop thinking like this. If he kept going, the jealousy would kill him.

Shen Xiuyan grabbed Father Su’s arm, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them vanished into the space.

As Father Su took in the lush, flower-filled scenery around him, he turned to stone on the spot.

This space was nothing like he’d imagined. It wasn’t just a storage area—it was a paradise.

He gave Shen Xiuyan a heavy pat on the shoulder.

They had been holding him back.

Without them, he and Mingyue could’ve lived just fine in this space. A bit lonely, maybe, but completely self-sufficient.

But no, he couldn’t think like that. With his son-in-law’s abilities, he could thrive anywhere.

Father Su took a deep breath and asked the question weighing most on his mind. “Where are the supplies? Take me to see them.”

“Sure. Follow me.”

Shen Xiuyan led him through a patch of forest to the area where the supplies were stored.

Father Su’s mouth twitched uncontrollably at the sight of the towering piles of goods. He turned to Shen Xiuyan with a complicated look but said nothing.

Scratching his head, Shen Xiuyan gave an awkward laugh. “I’ve just been too busy. And I’m the only one—no time to organize it all.”

In front of them, the chaotic piles of supplies looked like several small mountains.

And beyond those mountains was a seemingly endless line of vehicles…

Good grief. Call him a capitalist, and he really did think like one. How many vehicles had he stockpiled before the apocalypse?

There were all kinds—an absurd number of them.

No wonder he’d stashed the supplies so far away. Out of sight, out of mind?

An apple rolled to Father Su’s feet.

He picked it up gently, full of pity.

“There must be a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables in here, right? If you don’t sort them soon, they’ll go bad. I’ve got time. If you let me in, I can help you organize everything.”

Shen Xiuyan said meekly, “They won’t spoil. My space has a preservation function. However the items go in, as long as I don’t want them to change, they won’t age or rot.”

Father Su: “…”

Someone hold him. He needed a moment to recover.

Each revelation was more shocking than the last.

His lips trembled as he finally forced out a sentence. “You better take me out of here now. I can’t stay in here any longer.”

If this kept up, he’d lose a few years of his life.

His daughter hadn’t even had a child yet—he wasn’t ready to die.

Shen Xiuyan chuckled inwardly, then grabbed Father Su’s arm. With a blink, they were back in the bus.

Father Su collapsed into the leather seat, gasping for breath.

Su Mingyue looked at him, puzzled.

What happened? He just took a quick tour of Xiuyan’s space—why did he come back like he’d ridden a roller coaster?

But Su Mingyue prided herself on being a considerate daughter. If it wasn’t something she should ask, she wouldn’t.

Her sixth sense told her that if she asked, she’d probably get smacked.