Once the film Apocalypse Maniacs hit theaters, it unexpectedly crushed several foreign blockbusters released around the same time. It told the story of a few low-level nobodies struggling to survive after the apocalypse, which triggered a series of absurd and hilarious events, while also serving as a wake-up call about the coming apocalypse.
Getting this film released against all odds took a great deal of effort from Qin Muxue, and the final results spoke for themselves. It was the last frenzy of the film industry before the apocalypse, raking in nearly 20 billion yuan at the box office. Perhaps thanks to her involvement, it even outperformed the box office earnings from her previous life.
The topic of the apocalypse remained a hot discussion across major websites.
With the final distribution, her share naturally came out higher, and Qin Muxue directly received 1 billion yuan in box office revenue sharing—several times more than her initial investment.
Combined with the inheritance she had received earlier, the money from selling the company’s shares, and the proceeds from selling the house, she now had exactly 2 billion yuan.
She wanted to stockpile arms, and weapons were extremely expensive. Without several billion yuan, she was truly afraid she wouldn’t be able to secure them.
For individuals, purchasing arms could only be done through the black market, and she was just a young woman in her early twenties. Going out to buy weapons like that, she had no confidence, and for a moment, she couldn’t think of a way to make the purchase.
She had to turn to her cousin again. Fortunately, her cousin knew some mercenaries who had connections in this area.
Such transactions could only be conducted abroad. Fearing something might go wrong, Qin Muxue hired a number of people as her personal bodyguards.
She did her best to dress more maturely, wearing sunglasses and a mask.
When she showed up at the black market deal, the other party initially looked at her with utter contempt—after all, what kind of arms could a woman possibly buy?
A blond, blue-eyed man opened the door to the underground vault. Had it not been for a reliable acquaintance’s referral, he wouldn’t have taken this order at all.
“If you want to come in, you first need to pay a 5 million dollar entry fee to show me your sincerity,” the man said in fluent English while smoking a cigarette.
“No problem.” Since Qin Muxue had managed to find this place, she naturally knew the rules. To prevent outsiders from leaking their secrets, they charged a 5 million dollar membership fee, so this wasn’t something ordinary people could easily access.
She took out a suitcase full of US dollars. After the man checked it and found no issues, he waved her in. “Go ahead.”
The two passed through a long corridor until a blinding glare hit her eyes, and Qin Muxue realized the walls before her were covered with all kinds of firearms.
“Little lady, are you interested in these?”
These weapons were all purchased for personal safety. In the apocalypse, human hearts were treacherous. They were carrying cats and dogs, and they were two women—without the backing of weapons, it would be extremely dangerous.
In a morally bankrupt apocalypse, no one could be trusted anymore. She had originally considered hiring some bodyguards, but by that time, they could barely protect themselves, so how could they be expected to protect her with any real dedication? Moreover, betrayal was everywhere; it was better not to trust human nature lightly.
“Yes, I’m interested.”
The other man continued, “Few women come here to buy guns. Have you studied firearms?”
“I’ve done some research.”
The man picked up a small handgun with a knowing smile and tossed it to her. “Try this one. It’s more suitable for a woman.”
Qin Muxue frowned, deeply disliking the other party’s contemptuous attitude.
She took the pistol and fired several shots at the target behind the man with practiced ease, though unfortunately, it was empty.
The man was surprised, not expecting this woman to have such courage.
She wore a black trench coat, sunglasses, and a mask—her face completely hidden, yet her elegant figure was still discernible.
After this period of physical and combat training, Qin Muxue had mastered the basic techniques and greatly improved her physical fitness.
With the enhancement of the Spirit Spring, her physique was stronger than that of an average person, and her speed was more agile.
Qin Muxue said calmly, “The recoil on this is too weak. I want one hundred AK47s, one hundred M249s, one hundred M1911A1s, one hundred Desert Eagles, twenty Barrett M95 sniper rifles, five hundred grenades, and an ample supply of ammunition for each type.”
Unexpectedly, she named the firearms with ease, and the quantities she requested far exceeded his expectations.
“These guns aren’t cheap. Are you sure you want that many? Payment is non-refundable and non-exchangeable.” The quantity alone could arm an entire company, which inevitably raised suspicions about her intentions.
This was a black market where money was the only currency—they couldn’t ask buyers about their purposes and were responsible for filing off serial numbers to ensure customers’ peace of mind. However, the prices here were extremely high, given the nature of arms dealing.
“Alright, how much in total?” Since Qin Muxue had come here, she was prepared for the cost.
The man held up five fingers. “Five hundred million.”
It seemed cheaper than she had expected.
“No problem, deal! I’ll transfer the money to the account you sent me earlier. Also…”
Qin Muxue picked up the exquisite Swiss Army knife from the table—it was extremely sharp. “Can I have this as a gift?”
“Of course.”
The man hadn’t expected the transaction to go so smoothly. The buyer was very straightforward, didn’t even haggle, and the only gift she requested was a knife—something they had in abundance.
Qin Muxue didn’t just purchase these firearms; she also acquired other heavy weaponry through these channels, enough to annihilate a small country.
“Ma’am, since you’ve purchased such a large quantity, we may need to ship in batches. Otherwise, the shipment would be too conspicuous and dangerous.”
Qin Muxue shook her head. “No need. Just deliver everything to this local warehouse address.” It was a warehouse she had rented in advance.
“Alright, it’ll take about three days to prepare. You’ll have to wait until then.”
This was a major client, so the man began contacting his partners to prepare the firearms.
After walking out of the warehouse, Qin Muxue let out a deep sigh. In truth, she hadn’t been entirely confident—she had been putting on a brave front. Although she had brought quite a few bodyguards, they couldn’t even get past the door.
With three days to spare, she planned to wander around the area to pass the time.
Qin Muxue drifted across the lake of this European country in a small boat, holding a wine glass in her hand. She took a gentle sip, savoring the moment of tranquility, then picked up a piece of premium ham. The taste was a bit strange—still not as good as hotpot or barbecue. She just couldn’t get used to foreign cuisine.
Just as she was about to head back to the five-star hotel, she noticed a figure floating on the water’s surface under the dim light.
Qin Muxue was nearly startled—she had stumbled upon a drowned corpse. She initially thought to ignore it, but when the light illuminated the back of that “corpse” and she saw familiar scars, she hesitated.
“Forget it.” Qin Muxue pulled the person out of the water and turned them over—it was indeed Sheng Xingyuan. How did he end up here?
After she had contacted him on WeChat last time, she never received a reply. So he had come abroad.
She checked his breathing—there was still a faint breath.
But how did he end up in Country B, nearly drowning? Qin Muxue patted his face somewhat roughly. “Hey, if you’re not dead, wake up.”
But he showed no response. Qin Muxue carefully examined his body and noticed a wound on his chest that was still bleeding.
“I really shouldn’t have saved you!”
Even as she said that, Qin Muxue had already begun administering first aid—first pressing a few times on his heart area, then looking at his pale lips, hesitating.
The lakeside at night was somewhat chilly, and Sheng Xingyuan, soaked through from the water, was even worse off—he had already entered a state of hypothermia.
His delicate face was now pale as snow, his lips devoid of color, only his chest rising and falling faintly.
“Forget it, I’ll save you first!”
Qin Muxue closed her eyes and gave him a few breaths of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation while pressing on his chest and stomach. “Let me make it clear first—I’m not taking advantage of you.”
Sheng Xingyuan spat out a few mouthfuls of water, and the rise and fall of his chest gradually steadied.
Qin Muxue let out a sigh of relief—at least her efforts hadn’t been in vain. “Running into me means you’re not going to die.”
Qin Muxue called over her bodyguard to bring Sheng Xingyuan back to the hotel. To take care of him, she temporarily arranged for him to stay in a small room within her presidential suite.
“Boss, I probably shouldn’t say this, but I’ll remind you anyway—it’s best not to keep a man of unknown origins by your side.”
The bodyguard assumed his boss had picked up some drunk man somewhere, given the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.
“It’s fine, he won’t hurt me. You can leave now.”
Qin Muxue unbuttoned Sheng Xingyuan’s shirt at his chest and found that his wound wasn’t very deep. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the Space had all kinds of medicine. As she looked at his firm abs, she noticed not only the fierce scar but also burn marks—the scars left behind weren’t pretty either. Qin Muxue couldn’t help but begin examining these burns.
“It can’t be that much of a coincidence!”
She remembered a guy who had saved her from a fire. At first, she had always believed it was Yan Xu, which was how she gradually fell for him.
Later, when she inadvertently learned it wasn’t him, she grew to despise such false claims and had also tried to find the true identity of that person, but all her efforts came up empty.
Yet Sheng Xingyuan had burns on his back. To get a better look, she wanted to turn him over.
Sheng Xingyuan’s even breaths sprayed against her cheek, and only then did she realize that to see the wound clearly, her face was nearly pressed against his chest.
She swallowed hard and had to admit—this guy was rather good-looking.
Sheng Xingyuan felt his nose itch and the wounds on his body throbbing with pain. He slowly opened his eyes and discovered a woman lying on his chest, apparently about to “have her way with him.”
His voice was hoarse. “You… what are you trying to do?”
He had just been in the laboratory moments ago, where his research on biological Evolution had finally shown a glimmer of progress.
He had shared this with a colleague he worked with in Country B, but to his surprise, the colleague had turned on him with a vicious expression and slashed him with a blade.
At that moment, he had barely maintained consciousness, only feeling himself being thrown into the river near the school. After that, he lost consciousness, and when he woke again, he found himself lying on a soft bed.
And there was a strange woman lying on his chest.
He struggled to sit up but felt pain all over his body.
“I suggest you don’t move around. I just applied medicine to your wounds. Since you’re awake, take these anti-inflammatory pills!”
Qin Muxue stood up awkwardly, poured him a glass of water, and handed him the medicine.
Sheng Xingyuan rubbed his sore, tired eyes, his eyelashes fluttering. In a daze, he caught sight of a familiar face. “Qin Muxue? How am I here?”
Shouldn’t he have been thrown into the river and died?
“You were lucky enough to run into me. You should remember that I’m your guardian angel.” Qin Muxue crossed her arms. “Hurry up and take the medicine, or your wounds will get infected. I’ve already disinfected them for you.”
“Thank you.”
Usually, besides making money and training, she often went to the wilderness for survival challenges, and she had received training in basic medical knowledge, so she could handle external injuries on her own.
Qin Muxue took out bandages and prepared to dress Sheng Xingyuan’s wounds.
Sheng Xingyuan looked at the woman before him, so decisive and efficient, and felt she was very different from before.
In the past, she would always keep her head lowered timidly, her gaze drifting elsewhere. Ever since he saw her unique side at the bar, the image of this woman would occasionally pop into his mind.
After taking the medicine, Sheng Xingyuan watched Qin Muxue bandage him. Her movements were somewhat rough, and Sheng Xingyuan couldn’t help but furrow his brow, though he didn’t make a sound.
“If it hurts, just say so. Why hold it in?” She pulled the bandage tight, and Sheng Xingyuan really couldn’t help but let out a groan. Qin Muxue must have done that on purpose.
The faint sound was caught by the bodyguard outside the door. He was paid to do a job, so his vigilance was extremely high—any slight noise put him on high alert.
Just as he was about to knock, he heard the man call out again, “That hurts. Be gentler.”
The bodyguard hesitated. It seemed the boss was having a good time. He’d better not go in and disturb them.
Qin Muxue finished tying the knot, but her eyes drifted to his bare back. That scar—it was indeed a burn mark, and the location was exactly right.
“How did you end up here?” Sheng Xingyuan had taken the medicine and drunk the hot water, finally feeling a bit more comfortable.
After all, this was Country B, and as far as he knew, Qin Muxue had dropped out of school.
“Is it only allowed for you to come here on business, and not for me to come as a tourist?”
The suite was luxuriously decorated, and the heating was turned up high. His lower body was tucked under the blanket, feeling very warm.
Wait—lower body?
It dawned on Sheng Xingyuan. He threw off the blanket and saw that his pants were gone too.
Which meant he was currently completely naked…
“Where are my clothes?” His face was flushed red, a faint hint of crimson appearing at the corners of his eyes as he looked around for his garments.
Qin Muxue explained, “Your clothes? They were covered in blood and soaked through, so I threw them all away!”
Sheng Xingyuan looked embarrassed, hanging his head with a hint of shyness. “Just now… was it you who helped me take off my clothes?”
“Who else? Do you mind?” She smiled mischievously. In truth, she had kept her eyes closed while undressing him and hadn’t seen a thing.
Sheng Xingyuan felt a mix of emotions and was somewhat annoyed. “Shameless.”
“We’re in modern society now, not feudal times. Besides, you’re a grown man—I’m the one at a disadvantage here. And I didn’t just help you take off your clothes; I also gave you mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Are you going to say I forced a kiss on you?”
“Also, I recall someone once said I was his girlfriend.”
“Stop talking.” It had just slipped out at the time; he hadn’t thought much of it.
Sheng Xingyuan touched his cold lips, and the blush on his face deepened even further.
Qin Muxue hadn’t laughed so freely in a long time. “Let me ask you—where did the wounds on your body come from?”
“What wounds?”
Sheng Xingyuan rubbed his temples. Everything that had happened in the laboratory left him confused. He hadn’t offended that colleague, yet he’d been ambushed without any warning. If not for Qin Muxue saving him, he probably wouldn’t have lived to see the sun rise tomorrow.
“I mean the burns on your body.” What Qin Muxue was most curious about were those burns.
“Oh, I got those from saving someone before.” He explained it lightly, as if it were nothing.
“Who did you save, and where?” Qin Muxue urgently wanted to know the truth. The eager anticipation in her eyes made Sheng Xingyuan suspicious.
“What does that have to do with you?”
Qin Muxue thought to herself: Of course it has something to do with me. Maybe the person you saved was me, and you’re my lifesaver.
But Sheng Xingyuan seemed unaware of this. He only knew he had saved a girl. The situation had been dire at the time—the girl’s face had been covered in dirt, and he hadn’t had a chance to see her features. He’d only been focused on saving her life.
He spoke up. “It was at Shenghua High School.”
Qin Muxue was stunned on the spot. It couldn’t be that much of a coincidence—Sheng Xingyuan was very likely her lifesaver.
The person who had once been her sworn enemy had now become her savior. Her heart was filled with mixed emotions.
“What’s wrong? Why are you asking about all this?” Sheng Xingyuan noticed her standing there in a daze and asked the reason.
“Nothing, nothing.”
Since he didn’t know, she decided not to tell him about it.
“Oh, right. Drink this glass of water first.”
This was the Spirit Spring Water she had prepared earlier. It had excellent healing properties for wounds and recovery of strength.
After Sheng Xingyuan drank it, he asked curiously, “This water has a faint sweet taste. What brand is it?”
“A very high-end brand. You can’t afford it.”
Qin Muxue snatched the cup back, her tone softening slightly.
Sheng Xingyuan looked around and noticed the decor was luxurious, but the layout didn’t resemble a home. “Is this a hotel?”
“Since I’m in Country B, of course I’m staying at a hotel. But this is a five-star hotel, so consider yourself lucky to be benefiting from my good fortune.”
After drinking the Spirit Spring Water, Sheng Xingyuan felt that the pain in his body had already subsided somewhat. He thought it was because of the medicine, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
Qin Muxue noticed he had fallen silent, so she shook her head slightly and said softly, “You saved me before, and now I’ve saved you. We’re even now—no debts between us.”
Still, she instructed her bodyguard to buy a few sets of clothes and placed them by the bedside.
The next day, Sheng Xingyuan woke up to find the spacious room empty—Qin Muxue was already gone. However, she had prepared clothes for him, and delicate breakfast items were laid out on the dining table.
The note left behind read: The room has been paid for five more days. What’s in the drawer is a gift from me. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll be on my way. Take good care of your injuries for now!
Sheng Xingyuan furrowed his brows slightly. In his imagination, Qin Muxue had changed drastically—not just in appearance, but also in personality. He couldn’t help but feel intrigued by her…
But the priority now was to investigate why his colleague had framed him and to reclaim his research findings.
Sheng Xingyuan opened the drawer and found an exquisite handgun engraved with the initials of Qin Muxue’s name, along with some local currency.
This woman—she had thought of everything, far too considerately.