The next day, Jiang Sui got up early and went into the city to buy supplies. She had already stocked up on most of what she needed; only leafy green vegetables were left.
The apocalypse would arrive in late autumn and early winter, followed by a super cold wave. Although she had a greenhouse, Jiang Sui had never farmed before, so she couldn’t guarantee success. To ensure vegetable intake, she had to think of other methods.
For example, frozen vegetable balls.
Jiang Sui only had an electric vehicle, so its carrying capacity was limited. She could only make multiple trips.
On her third trip, she received a call from the delivery company saying the electric bike batteries she ordered had arrived. These were part of her “super power bank” stockpiling plan.
In this world, electric vehicles were more advanced than in her original world, and batteries could be swapped quickly and easily. EVs with discharge capability were essentially giant power banks.
Since she still had quite a bit of money left, Jiang Sui waved her hand and bought twenty sets of electric vehicle batteries, plus twenty batteries for electric tricycles.
They all arrived today.
As before, she had the delivery company drop them nearby, then she personally drove the tricycle back and stored everything in the ground-floor utility room.
The utility room was already filled with supplies, and seeing the stacked boxes made her feel reassured.
Everything necessary was basically ready. From now on, she could slow down and focus more on training her body.
Clapping her hands, she continued going out to gradually fill in remaining supplies.
Back home, she stayed up late cooking vegetables in bulk, turning them into compact vegetable balls and freezing them.
After finishing everything, she slept briefly, then woke up early, shut the curtains tightly, locked the door, and drove back to the city to attend the Jiang family dinner.
Halfway on the highway, she stopped to rest and saw a message from her father asking her to bring Shen Hanyu to the family dinner, also inquiring about Shen Hanyu’s situation.
Jiang Sui had his WeChat but they had never contacted each other. Thinking that without abuse he should be doing better, she replied neutrally: “He’s fine.”
Her father didn’t respond further—his affection was extremely thin.
Jiang Sui, however, had plenty of emotions and casually asked him for money. Surprisingly, she actually got a few thousand yuan.
She then messaged Shen Hanyu about the family dinner, asking whether he would go on his own or needed her to pick him up.
He didn’t reply.
She continued driving, and unfortunately hit traffic caused by a chain collision from a wild animal on the highway.
It took over an hour before she got through.
Passing the accident site, she saw overturned vehicles, ambulances, fire trucks, and covered bodies on the roadside. Farther ahead, she saw a large smear of blood.
A dark animal lay crushed on the road, its body torn apart, blood and flesh smeared across the asphalt.
Just one glance made her heart tighten.
She didn’t know whether it had been a normal animal or a mutated creature caused by pollution—but she became even more certain of one thing:
After meeting the female lead at the family banquet, she must leave South City immediately. Not even a minute could be delayed.
In the afternoon, she finally entered the city and stopped to rest. Shen Hanyu still hadn’t replied, so she decided not to pick him up and instead went shopping at a mall.
At the same time—
On the third floor of the same mall, in another café, Shen Hanyu sat by the window, quietly watching the girl below.
She sat in the outdoor café area, holding a coffee, wearing a pumpkin-colored sweater. Her presence was bright and warm amid the crowd, immediately catching his attention.
“Something wrong?” someone across from him asked nervously.
“No,” he replied coldly.
He was wearing a loose black sweater today, his skin even paler, dark eyes cold and expressionless.
“I just saw someone I dislike.”
His companion looked down but couldn’t tell who he meant. A middle-aged manager beside them narrowed his eyes and said, “The girl in the orange sweater.”
The young man with dyed hair beside him tried to identify her but couldn’t see her face clearly.
“So she’s our target tonight?”
Shen Hanyu didn’t respond. His gaze stayed fixed on her.
The manager said coldly, “I heard she’s the reason you’ve been punished by the Shen family many times. Since she treats you poorly anyway, why not just sell her to a remote area? She’ll never appear in front of you again.”
Downstairs, the girl finished her coffee and dessert and stood up, her warm sweater making her look like a small sun-warmed pumpkin as she walked into the mall crowd.
Shen Hanyu still didn’t look away.
But beneath his cold expression, a faint hint of interest seemed to flash by—gone in an instant.
“No rush,” he said lightly.
The manager looked up.
Sunlight fell across Shen Hanyu’s sharply defined face. He looked beautiful, almost unreal—but his aura was cold and dangerous, like a poisonous snake.
And inside, he was even colder than he looked.
He repeated softly:
“No rush. Take it slow.”
The manager instantly understood.
Not “no rush to deal with her.”
But—
“No rush. Let’s play with her slowly.”