It was rare to see Wang Che show concern for someone—he was usually cold and fierce.
Gu Cheng shook her head.
“I’m fine. It’s just that handling two such large warehouses at once is a bit intense, but time is tight. The sooner we finish, the sooner we go back to the country. I’m afraid something might change here. Leaving Wang Xin alone in the dorm would be a disaster.”
Wang Che looked at Gu Cheng in front of him. She no longer wore heavy makeup like before, and she was no longer noisy and chaotic. Her face was delicate and beautiful, her skin fair and smooth—so refined it seemed almost fragile and perfect.
“The daily necessities are basically done for now. We’ll collect the rest at night. Let’s go back to the hotel and rest first. Tomorrow we head back.”
Gu Cheng nodded.
“I’m fine. Just keep collecting. The more, the safer.”
Back at the hotel, there was nothing to do, so the two of them went out shopping again, bought quite a lot of luxury goods, ate at a very famous Western restaurant, and then went for desserts.
They also ordered a large amount of food to be delivered to the hotel and stored it all in the Storage Space.
At night, after slightly disguising themselves, Wang Che took Gu Cheng to a warehouse. Several foreigners were waiting for them. After confirming Wang Che’s identity, they led them to another warehouse.
Inside were many stacked boxes.
The foreigners opened several of them.
Gu Cheng’s eyes widened instantly, like someone who had never seen the world before. Inside the boxes were all firearms. There were at least two hundred crates.
They were rich now.
Wang Che calmly glanced at the weapons and then transferred the agreed amount into the designated account. The moment the payment was confirmed, gunfire suddenly erupted outside.
The foreigners immediately pulled out weapons with practiced efficiency and rushed out of the warehouse to return fire. Both sides engaged in a fierce shootout, bullets flying everywhere.
Gu Cheng’s face turned pale with fear, her legs went weak, and she grabbed Wang Che’s waist tightly, burying her face in his shoulder as she trembled.
Wang Che remained expressionless and calm.
“Store all these weapons,” he said.
Gu Cheng was carried over to the weapons. Whether it was because she was too frightened or because excitement overwhelmed fear, she quickly reached out and stored all the crates into the Storage Space.
After she finished, Wang Che took out two bombs he had casually picked up earlier. He placed one in the center of the warehouse and one at the entrance, then immediately took Gu Cheng and jumped out through the window to escape.
The bombs detonated.
The warehouse was instantly destroyed in a massive explosion. The fighting outside came to an abrupt halt.
The suddenly-appearing attackers inexplicably withdrew, leaving the seller’s contact person stunned and confused.
Several henchmen found the shaken Wang Che and Gu Cheng near a side window and assumed they had escaped there as soon as the shooting began to hide.
Seeing the warehouse explode, they thought the gunfight chaos had caused it, and now all the weapons were destroyed.
Fortunately, the money had already arrived. The contact person even mockingly comforted Wang Che, telling him to accept his bad luck and think positively—there was no way the money would be returned.
Before the other side could fully investigate or react, the two of them “slipped away dejectedly” and returned to their country.
In reality, the opposing side had never intended to actually hand over the weapons. They planned to figure out how Wang Che would transport them back to his country and then double-cross him.
Now, having been tricked by Wang Che into staging a fake “internal betrayal” that resulted in the “destruction of the weapons,” the sellers had nothing more to pursue. Seeing that the two had already left the country, they simply dropped the matter.
On the plane, Wang Che returned to his usual cold, expressionless demeanor.
Meanwhile, Gu Cheng was extremely excited.
She was rich—she was really rich. She now had firearms.
Her smile was almost impossible to suppress, even more difficult than holding down an AK inside the Storage Space.
From the moment they boarded until now, Wang Che had not slept. Now that everything was done smoothly, he finally prepared to rest. He leaned his seat back and lay down.
He noticed Gu Cheng beside him, still unable to suppress her grin, clearly excited, looking like she had something to say to him.
Wang Che couldn’t resist teasing her and deliberately closed his eyes, pretending to sleep, not giving her a chance to speak.
Seeing that he was asleep, Gu Cheng thought about how tense and alert he had been the entire time without rest. She asked the flight attendant for a blanket and gently covered him with it.
“Rest well,” she muttered softly. “Don’t overwork yourself.”
He had originally been pretending to sleep just to tease her, but because she came so close, the faint fragrance from her body and her soft, murmuring voice unexpectedly relaxed him.
Before he knew it, he actually fell asleep.
Gu Cheng played games on her phone for a while and eventually fell asleep too.
Time seemed to press pause.
There was no longer the tension of preparing for the apocalypse, nor the uncertainty and anxiety about the future. Just a peaceful sleep—fully charged to face the unknown.
When Wang Che opened his eyes, what he saw was Gu Cheng’s quiet sleeping face. Her long eyelashes curved gently, her small face was slightly flushed from sleep, one side softly pressed into shape—peaceful and serene.
In his memory, Gu Cheng had always worn heavy smoky makeup that made her look almost ghost-like, with lipstick applied so heavily it looked like she had eaten a child. Fortunately, her clothing was not overly revealing—just showing arms and shoulders.
Every time he went to pick up Wang Xin and saw that appearance and the surrounding environment, he felt a vein throbbing at his temple. His sister had clearly fallen in with the wrong crowd and been led astray. Even after seeing her many times, he still couldn’t clearly tell what Gu Cheng actually looked like.
No matter how many times he tried to reason with her, it never worked. It was as if Gu Cheng had put some kind of spell on Wang Xin—completely devoted, sticking to her all day long. He had argued with her more than ten times because of this, and she would not allow a single word against her.
Wang Che adjusted his seat upright and took out his phone. He glanced at it—he had slept for over six hours. Normally, he only slept four hours a day. After the apocalypse information appeared, he had been sleeping barely two hours daily. It seemed he was truly exhausted.
He checked his memo, where the stockpile list still had items left in the domestic warehouse that needed to be collected with Gu Cheng.
Then he pulled up the apocalypse novel Wang Xin had sent him, planning to pass the time. The author wrote well—the imagination intertwined with reality, and it even provided some inspiration.
It was time for a meal, so he woke Gu Cheng up.
This girl was probably a pig in her past life—she transitioned seamlessly from sleep to eating. It was almost worrying she might try to stuff food into her nose.
After eating and drinking her fill, Gu Cheng could no longer sleep. She read the novel while recalling the plot. She read too quickly, scanning three lines at a time, and couldn’t remember many details clearly.
She tried to recall more about Wang Che’s storyline, and as she thought about it, she couldn’t help but stare at him.
So handsome. So strong.
But why didn’t he have a girlfriend? Not even a casual partner?
Was there something wrong with him?
The male leads in novels usually had more than just Jiang Li as a woman in their lives. After awakening abilities, their desires were supposed to increase, according to the story.
Tsk… could it be that heaven had maxed out all his talents and simply closed that particular window?
The more Gu Cheng thought about it, the more convinced she became. She even felt a bit sympathetic.
He had lived his whole life without ever enjoying such pleasures.
As for the original host’s body, there was no experience either—but before transmigrating, Gu Cheng had at least had a boyfriend. It only lasted three months, and they went to hotels twice. Each time, her boyfriend was beaten so badly by her cousins that he couldn’t get out of bed. After recovering and seeing her again, he would immediately lose all function psychologically. The trauma was clearly severe.
And she hadn’t even had time to properly experience anything.
In her father’s family line, she was the first girl born in nine generations. She had truly grown up like a pampered treasure.
Thinking of this, she sighed again.
She didn’t know how devastated her parents would be if they learned she had suddenly “died in her sleep.” She hoped her family would live well.
From the beginning, Wang Che had noticed her staring at him. But her gaze had gradually become more and more wrong—starting with admiration, then pity, then regret, and finally sorrowful sighing.
He could not understand how a person could experience so many complex emotional shifts in such a short time.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“What are you thinking about? Your emotions are changing so much.”