Chapter 6: The Wicked Woman

Two days passed quickly. Mo Yu had thought about many things, and let go of much as well. She realized that the most urgent matter now was to prepare supplies for the apocalypse.

Clothes, food, combat tools, even gasoline and plant seeds—these were all necessities.

In the end times, food was precious, but even more valuable were gasoline and plant seeds.

Without gasoline, no one could go out to search for food. But without seeds, even if you had bread, rice porridge, and edible meat, there would be no vitamins or nutrients from plants at all. That’s why later, gasoline became worth a thousand crystal cores, while even a single seed was worth ten thousand.

She got out of bed and glanced at the wall clock: exactly five o’clock.

There was no helping it—once a biological clock was set, it was hard to change.

Mo Yu padded softly to the door in her fluffy bunny slippers. She reached out with her mental power to check; no one else was awake. For safety, she locked the door.

One moment she was standing in her room, the next she was gone. If anyone had seen, they would have been scared out of their wits.

Mo Yu entered her spatial palace. The house inside had many rooms, each with a different purpose: office, bedroom, kitchen, bath, entertainment, even a nursery and a pet room. Counting them all, there were about forty rooms.

This time, her destination was the innermost room on the top floor, the one set flush in the wall with no handle.

There was no door. Last time, Mo Yu had studied it for at least two hours without opening it. She was going to try again.

She knocked on the left, felt around on the right—nothing happened.

Time ticked by. Through her spiritual probing, Mo Yu sensed someone coming upstairs. Anxious and frustrated, she almost wanted to tear the wall down, and punched the flat “door.”

But instead of the usual pain from the force’s reaction, her arm sank halfway in as if into soft jelly.

Mo Yu’s lips twitched uncontrollably.

What kind of weird, mutant door was this?

She calmly withdrew her hand and left the space.

As long as she knew how to get in, there was no need to rush.

She quietly unlocked the door and lay back in bed.

“Knock, knock. Knock, knock.” The sound was gentle, as if afraid to disturb the sleeping owner of the room.

“Who... is it?” Mo Yu replied in a deliberately hoarse voice, as if she had just woken up. Who would have guessed that the owner of the voice had been lively and energetic only a moment before, searching for a way to open a door?

“Xiaoyu, your good friend Miss Xia is here.” Aunt Zhao’s voice carried a hint of reproach. She doted on Xiaoyu, and that Xia Zi—coming so early to disturb the young lady—was just too much.

On the bed, Mo Yu’s eyes blazed with anger. That shameless woman, that venomous-hearted woman! Oh! Now she remembered—on this day in her previous life, Xia Zi had come early, dragging her out to shop, and not just any shopping, but for luxury goods. In the end, she even paid for Xia Zi! Yet Xia Zi’s family was only middle-class. In the apocalypse, Xia Zi had been decked out in designer brands, and everyone assumed she was being kept by some military or political elite’s daughter. No one knew Mo Yu had footed the bill.

Thinking back, Mo Yu felt her heart ache. Was it that even the heavens couldn’t stand her stupidity, and so gave her a second chance to repent?

Mo Yu silently repented and prayed for ten seconds, then said, “Auntie, I know. You go rest, it’s fine.”

“I’ll leave your breakfast on the table for you.”

“Thank you, Auntie.”

She got up and picked out a comfortable, simple set of casual clothes from her wardrobe. Though simple, the outfit was worth no less than two thousand.

Before leaving, she glanced at the clock: 6:15. “Hmph.”

If you won’t play fair, don’t blame me for being ruthless.

Of course, Mo Yu wasn’t just going out to deal with Xia Zi this time—her main goal was to buy food. As for Xia Zi, even bothering with her felt like a waste of breath.

She sat at the dining table, eating Auntie’s lovingly prepared breakfast, deliberately ignoring the “pure” gaze Xia Zi used to hide her jealousy.

Ha, she’s showing her true colors now.

Just then, Mo Qing came downstairs in her pajamas, gave Mo Yu a glance without a word. But when she saw Xia Zi, she spoke in a measured voice, “Vixen.”

Mo Yu raised her elegant brows in surprise at that, while Xia Zi’s face went pale.

By conventional standards, Mo Yu was the kind of beauty who could topple nations—enchanting, but with a touch of innocence. Mo Qing was a different kind: noble and proud, like a sharp blade or a rose with thorns. Next to them, Xia Zi seemed a less remarkable beauty, pure as a snow lotus, with her own charm in a white dress.

Sadly, this white lotus hid a black heart.

Mo Yu guessed that Xia Zi must have provoked Lin Mo. Hmph, an overreaching woman.

With that thought, Mo Yu’s attitude toward Mo Qing improved. After all, she had no real grudge against her cousin. Since she no longer liked Lin Mo, it was better to have a good relationship with her cousin.

“Ahem.” Mo Yu cleared her throat. “Cousin, do you want to go shopping?”

Her words drew three different reactions.

Mo Qing: “Hmm?... Tch... Fine.”

Xia Zi stared at Mo Yu in shock.

The happiest was Chi Chi: “Sister, I want to go too!” Chi Chi boldly leapt into Mo Yu’s arms.

This move sparked three more reactions.

Mo Yu: “Chi Chi, why are you up so early?”

Mo Qing raised her swordlike brows, looking on with interest.

Xia Zi looked as if she could bore a hole through Mo Yu with her glare.

“Sis, I missed you,” Mo Chi nuzzled against her, wriggling in her embrace. Mo Yu picked him up, pinched his little nose, “You missed me after just one night?” Somehow, her mood brightened.

“Missed you so much!” Chi Chi, unable to breathe, mumbled in a soft, muffled voice.

“All right, then Sister will take you.”

“Be careful,” came Father Mo’s reminder from the staircase.

“Yes, we’re off then.”

She carried Chi Chi out of the house, with Xia Zi following behind. Soon, Mo Qing was properly dressed and joined them as they left.