The inside of the vehicle fell silent for a moment.
Wen Chu understood that, in truth, not taking the three of them along was the best choice.
They were all ordinary people who had not awakened supernatural abilities.
They were also the male lead’s cousin and childhood friends, so leaving them with the male lead made perfect sense.
But in the original novel…
After the original owner died, the three of them had a huge argument with Song Xingci and went their separate ways.
They wanted to transport the original owner’s body back to Jing City and hand her over to the Wen family.
As for whether the original owner’s body eventually made it back to the Wen family, the author never wrote about it.
She was merely a cannon fodder female supporting character. She was not worth wasting much writing space on.
But Wen Chu remembered.
The three proud men had no supernatural abilities. Along the way, in order to keep the original owner’s body from rotting during the hot summer, they had to lower themselves and humbly beg ice type ability users for chunks of ice.
She also remembered that not long after the beginning of the novel, all three of them died within less than half a year.
One died while taking a blade meant for the male lead.
Another died while covering the base residents as they evacuated.
The author used their deaths to highlight the male lead’s glorious moments and establish his invincible image.
Fan Jingshen and He Beichuan barely hesitated.
“We are going with Wen Chu.”
Apparently, the matter of supply distribution had truly chilled their hearts.
Only Song Shiyu remained in his original seat, his face full of disagreement.
He frowned, his gaze moving back and forth between Wen Chu and Song Xingci several times.
“Wen Chu, does it really have to be like this? We all grew up together. We came out together, so naturally we should return together.”
He sighed and spoke earnestly.
“I am a few years older than all of you, and I am the older brother you all share. It is my responsibility to bring everyone home safely.”
Wen Chu looked at him without feeling angry.
Song Shiyu had never had any bad intentions from beginning to end.
In the original novel, when the original owner died, he became so furious that he broke off his relationship with his cousin.
Now that she was still alive, he simply wanted to keep everyone together.
Unfortunately…
Song Xingci sneered and stood up from his seat. His face was still somewhat pale, but his mouth remained as hard as stone.
“All right, cousin. She has awakened a supernatural ability and has a better choice. Why are you still trying to persuade her?”
He grabbed Shen Chuman’s hand and held it tightly, as though he were clutching a life saving straw.
Then he turned his head and stared straight at Wen Chu. His expression was so resolute that it seemed as though he were making some solemn oath.
“Wen Chu, remember your choice,” he said word by word. “I hope you will not regret it.”
Wen Chu answered with a clean and decisive roll of her eyes.
She could not even be bothered to say another unnecessary word.
Song Xingci’s expression darkened even further.
He forced a smile at Song Shiyu. There was a hint of self mockery and stubborn resentment in it.
“Brother, if you want to leave, then go. I will not stop you. After all, your own cousin has never been as important to you as that outsider.”
Song Shiyu opened his mouth as though he wanted to say something, but swallowed the words.
He looked at Wen Chu.
The girl was sitting in the passenger seat. Her chestnut brown hair fell in large waves and was tied into a low ponytail. Her back was perfectly straight, and sunlight fell across her shoulders, making her look stubborn yet aloof.
Then he looked at Song Xingci.
His cousin’s eyes were red, his lips tightly pressed together, like a hedgehog that had been hurt but still stubbornly refused to lower its guard.
Song Shiyu sighed.
In the end, he got out of the vehicle and walked over to Song Xingci.
Wen Chu was not surprised.
In the original novel, the original owner had died before the two of them finally fell out.
But she was still alive now. Song Shiyu and Song Xingci were cousins after all, and their blood relationship was right there.
Whom Song Shiyu would choose had been obvious from the very beginning.
She simply nodded and said nothing more.
Song Shiyu’s voice came from outside the vehicle window, carrying a hint of guilt and sincere concern.
“Wen Chu, if you need any help, call me. My phone will stay on. As long as there is a signal, I will definitely answer.”
Wen Chu did not turn around. She merely waved her hand.
“Brother Shiyu, take care.” Her clear and calm voice drifted out through the vehicle window. “See you in Jing City.”
Qin Yu had already started the vehicle.
Wen Chu took one last look at the three people in the rearview mirror.
Song Xingci had his arm around Shen Chuman, his chin slightly raised, wearing an arrogant expression that seemed to say, “Go ahead, I do not care.”
Yet hidden in his eyes was a trace of anxiety that even he himself had not noticed.
Shen Chuman leaned against him, lowering her eyes pitifully, but there seemed to be a faint curve at the corners of her lips that was almost impossible to detect.
Song Shiyu stood beside them, his expression complicated. He looked as though he wanted to say something but could not find the words. In the end, he merely rubbed his temples and muttered softly.
“What a mess…”
Before his words had even finished, the business vehicle made a graceful turn and changed direction, heading toward the canning factory.
The dust kicked up by the rear of the vehicle landed all over Song Xingci’s face.
He stood there, choking and coughing, his face turning livid.
Shen Chuman tugged gently at his sleeve and said softly, “Xingci… Miss Wen is too willful. Please calm down…”
Song Xingci squeezed his eyes shut.
In the past, Wen Chu had never talked back to him. She had always followed three steps behind him, and whenever he frowned, she would immediately become flustered and helpless.
But now…
That girl had pinned his head inside a ball of water and nearly suffocated him to death, then left without even looking back.
“Forget about her,” he said, turning his face away. “We are going to the pharmaceutical factory.”
Wen Chu sat in the passenger seat and watched the three people in the rearview mirror as they indeed headed toward the main entrance of the pharmaceutical factory. The corners of her lips slowly curled upward.
Hopefully, when the male and female leads saw the completely empty warehouse of the pharmaceutical factory, they would not be too shocked.
While she had been sitting in the vehicle earlier, she had already used her little dust angels to completely empty the pharmaceutical factory.
Otherwise, why would she have had the time to waste so long with them at the entrance of the pharmaceutical factory?
There were four pharmaceutical factories in Han City, and the Third Pharmaceutical Factory was the largest and had the widest variety of products.
It was especially well stocked with medicines for external injuries, anti-inflammatory medicines, as well as various medicines for depression and other psychiatric conditions. Its reserves were greater than those of the other three factories combined.
Now, all those medicines were obediently lying inside her spatial storage.
She had not left a single pill for them.
The business vehicle steadily headed toward the canning factory. The inside of the vehicle remained silent for several minutes.
Finally, Fan Jingshen and He Beichuan exchanged a glance, and He Beichuan spoke first.
“Regarding the distribution of supplies…” His tone was steady, without his usual frivolity. “Before we awaken supernatural abilities, Beichuan and I will jointly take one quarter.”
Fan Jingshen nodded.
“Right. Let us do that.”
Wen Chu was stunned for a moment and turned around to look at them.
She was somewhat surprised.
This was quite similar to Song Xingci’s distribution plan.
She actually did not care about how the supplies were divided.
She already had more than enough supplies in her spatial storage.
She had chosen the canning factory not because of its supplies.
It was because of the thing inside the canning factory.
She turned her head and looked at Qin Yu.
In the apocalypse, strength was everything.
Among everyone in this vehicle, Qin Yu was the strongest. Not to mention that he possessed two supernatural abilities.
The supplies collected openly would all have to be stored using his spatial ability, so naturally he had to agree to the distribution.
“Qin Yu,” Wen Chu said, “the spatial ability is yours. You decide.”
Qin Yu’s tone remained as calm as ever.
“I will follow whatever my young lady orders.”
Wen Chu said, “Stop dragging this out. I am asking you to decide, so decide.”
Qin Yu was silent for a second.
“Then we will divide everything according to the number of people.”
The moment he finished speaking, Fan Jingshen and He Beichuan both raised their heads at the same time. Their faces showed identical expressions of shock.
They both knew that Qin Yu’s spatial storage had a capacity of three thousand cubic meters. With such a huge capacity, how many supplies could he store?
Yet he only wanted the share belonging to himself as one person, leaving everything else to everyone.
Fan Jingshen and He Beichuan had just been about to refuse when Qin Yu calmly spoke again. His tone was casual, yet impossible to argue with.
“Then it is settled.”
Wen Chu leaned back against her seat and looked at Qin Yu’s profile. The suspicion in her heart deepened.
This presence alone was enough to make the two young heirs of the Fan family and He family, both among the most prominent young men in Jing City, hesitate to say another word.
Awakening supernatural abilities was one thing, but the bearing he possessed was absolutely not something an ordinary bodyguard should have.
A person like this had not even been mentioned in the book.
Could he possibly be another cannon fodder character?
She found the thought somewhat amusing.
The entire vehicle was practically a meeting of cannon fodder characters.
Before she could figure anything else out, they arrived at the canning factory.