Seducing and Flirting with Boss O While Stockpiling in the Apocalypse (GL) - Chapter 14

“Are you okay?”

Luo Sheng was so focused on Nan Shuwan’s wound that she didn’t notice the fleeting faint glow emitted by the ring. Seeing the blood still oozing out, her guilt deepened. She turned to Nan Shuwan and said, “Go upstairs first. I’ll go buy some gauze and disinfectant nearby.”

“Ooh… it hurts.” Nan Shuwan’s eyes were moist, and water droplets clung to her thick, curled lashes. She looked down submissively, appearing quite aggrieved, but she nodded and obediently took the elevator up first.

Luo Sheng pushed the two boxes to a hidden spot behind her car, planning to deal with them later, and then rushed out to a pharmacy outside the complex.

After picking up some disinfectant, iodine, and gauze, Luo Sheng also grabbed some oral anti-inflammatory medication. Once she had everything, she ran back home immediately.

Reaching the 15th floor, Luo Sheng carried the plastic bag and knocked on the door of 1502. Within a few breaths, Nan Shuwan opened the door.

She held up her injured hand; the bloodstains were much less now, clearly having been washed with water. However, the cut on her palm still showed bright red flesh; it looked very painful.

“Come in.”

Luo Sheng nodded, changed into slippers, and walked straight in. She placed the medicine on the table, naturally pulled out two cotton swabs dipped in disinfectant, and said bluntly, “Give me your hand.”

Sitting on the sofa, Nan Shuwan watched her. Seeing Luo Sheng’s serious expression and slight air of toughness, an unusual feeling welled up in her heart. Usually at the company, everyone was subservient and spoke to her with gentle voices.

Yet this person, who used to be her subordinate, was now speaking to her in a commanding tone. Nan Shuwan found it novel, but not off-putting; instead, a shameful, faint excitement stirred deep within her…

Her breathing quickened slightly as she extended her hand.

Luo Sheng sat directly across from Nan Shuwan, cradling the back of her hand and applying the medicine with extreme care. Her movements were light and gentle, focusing entirely on making sure the wound and its edges were properly treated.

Even with such cautious movements, when the liquid touched the wound, Nan Shuwan couldn’t help but hiss, “Sss—” from the sting.

Seeing this, Luo Sheng immediately stopped and began very gently blowing on Nan Shuwan’s palm. Her warm breath fell steadily on the hand, bringing a tingly, numbing sensation.

Nan Shuwan stared at the other’s beautiful profile. A few strands of dark hair fell over Luo Sheng’s cold eyes. She looked icy on the surface, yet she was treating the wound with such tenderness. Luo Sheng’s serious expression made Nan Shuwan’s heart flare with heat; slowly, warmth began to climb up her cheeks.

What’s happening to me?

Feeling her heartbeat accelerate unnaturally, Nan Shuwan awkwardly looked away, clearing her throat as if to dispel the distracting thoughts in her mind.

Luo Sheng asked, “Does it still hurt?”

The warmth on her palm suddenly vanished, and for some reason, Nan Shuwan felt a bit reluctant to let it go. She looked at the handsome, beautiful face before her and heard the gentle words she hadn’t heard in days. At this moment, she suddenly wanted to see Luo Sheng worry for her again.

So, Nan Shuwan furrowed her brows slightly, putting on a pitiful expression. She softened her voice and intentionally acted spoiled, “It still hurts a little…”

Her voice was delicate and tender. Luo Sheng looked up at her; Nan Shuwan’s eyes were like peach blossoms drenched in water, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice. Her low-tied hair had also come loose and draped over her shoulders, making her look like a charming, lovely little fox.

This version of Nan Shuwan was indeed pitiable. Luo Sheng instinctively softened even more, holding the injured hand like a precious treasure and blowing on it a few more times. It felt like swan down brushing against her, making Nan Shuwan’s heart itch.

After wrapping the wound in gauze, Luo Sheng instructed, “Don’t let this hand touch water for the next few days to prevent infection.” She stood up and tossed the used packaging into the trash. “Also, these are anti-inflammatories; you should take a dose.”

“Okay, thank you, Luo Sheng.” Nan Shuwan’s eyes curved as she smiled sweetly and enchantingly.

Luo Sheng’s heart skipped a beat. she quickly averted her gaze and surveyed Nan Shuwan’s apartment. As expected, the layout was identical to her own: three bedrooms, one living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom—about 200 square meters. It was barely renovated, with only basic furniture and daily necessities moved in.

It seemed she was indeed a temporary tenant with no plans to stay long.

Luo Sheng felt slightly relieved, but she estimated the apocalypse was only ten days away. If Nan Shuwan didn’t move out within ten days, she would inevitably be involved. But what if she did move out?

Her gaze suddenly grew deep. This person before her knew nothing of what was coming. In the apocalypse, the number of people who could survive without stockpiled supplies was minuscule. Therefore, after Nan Shuwan went back, she would most likely die…

Thinking of this, for some reason, Luo Sheng suddenly felt uncomfortable. Glancing at Nan Shuwan, who was going to pour some water, a conflict arose in her heart. Should I give her a small warning?

But since her rebirth, Luo Sheng had made up her mind to only protect her own life and her mother’s. Other people’s safety had nothing to do with her. Once she made an exception, there would be a second time…

But she truly didn’t want to see Nan Shuwan die. This sudden surge of compassion left her mind in a jumble. She didn’t know if she should speak, or even how to say it.

A battle raged within Luo Sheng. Ultimately, she decided to go back and think it over first. If she said it so bluntly, no one would believe her anyway. This whole thing was too bizarre, like a movie; how could anyone believe it easily?

“I’ll be going back now.”

Luo Sheng offered a polite farewell and stepped across the hall into her own home. She sat on the sofa, feeling melancholic, and began to feel a bit lost about how to proceed.

For the past half-month, she had done everything herself without anyone to brainstorm with. She felt her brain cells were withering away; there were too many things to worry about, and she was starting to feel mentally exhausted.

While buying medicine for Nan Shuwan today, she realized she hadn’t properly stockpiled medical kits yet.

But these items were as much of a headache as weapons. The quantity she needed was not small. Ordinary pharmacies didn’t have the stock she required, and hospitals were even more troublesome—registrations, queueing, various procedures—and she could easily be flagged. So for now, she could only buy a little of each type to have as a backup.

But what actually gave Luo Sheng the biggest headache was Nan Shuwan living right across from her. Luo Sheng could easily pretend nothing was happening and let her fend for herself when the time came, but could she really do that…?

Although she had vowed to mind her own business in this life, the heart beneath Luo Sheng’s cold exterior wasn’t as hard as her appearance suggested. If a kind person were in a crisis before her eyes, Luo Sheng couldn’t guarantee she would stand by and watch them die.

Especially Nan Shuwan… their interactions over these days made her even more reluctant to let her suffer.

Her irritation grew worse as the morning passed. By noon, Luo Sheng was lying on the sofa taking a nap.

Yawning, she checked the time on her phone. Her stomach began to growl; it was indeed time for lunch. With that thought, Luo Sheng rolled off the sofa and walked slowly into the kitchen.

Today she wanted to make something sweet and sour. She took a pork tenderloin from the fridge, sliced it into strips on the cutting board, washed them, and put them on a plate. She added some cooking wine, salt, and black pepper, mixed it by hand, and set it aside to marinate.

Just then, a knock sounded at the living room door. Her phone was on the table charging because the battery was low, so she couldn’t check the monitor from the kitchen. Luo Sheng had to walk to the door. Looking through the peephole, she wondered: Why is Nan Shuwan here again?

Luo Sheng opened the door without thinking and looked confused. “Is there something else?”

Unexpectedly, Nan Shuwan held up her bandaged, injured hand. Her expression was slightly shy as she said awkwardly, “I can’t touch water right now. I was wondering if I could come over to your place for a meal?”

This sudden request left Luo Sheng stunned. She truly hadn’t expected this development. But the other’s hand was injured because of her, so it seemed wrong not to agree…

Seeing Luo Sheng frown in hesitation, Nan Shuwan immediately reached out with her other hand and gently rested it on the back of Luo Sheng’s hand. Her voice was tender, her eyes watery, and she pleaded in her most heart-tugging tone, “Please… okay?”

Luo Sheng’s breath hitched, and her brain stalled for a moment. It took a while for her to realize: Is Nan Shuwan… begging me?

And it was that sweet, spoiled kind of begging. This was practically cheating…

Coming to this conclusion, Luo Sheng felt like she was on fire. Her heart beat uncontrollably fast. Right now, her hand was being stroked by the other’s fingertips in a deliberate, swirling motion, like a fox’s tail brushing past.

She could hardly imagine that one day, she would be flirted with by the decisive, authoritative Director Nan from the company until she was unable to say a single word.

By the time she agreed to let Nan Shuwan in for lunch, Luo Sheng still felt lightheaded, as if walking on clouds. She didn’t know how she had been bewitched into agreeing.

As she entered the kitchen, she glanced back at Nan Shuwan sitting on the sofa. The woman was propping up her chin, her head tilted as she gave her a curved-lip smile. Her seductive features paired with that sweet smile looked alluring no matter how one saw it.

For a moment, Luo Sheng wondered if this person was truly a fox spirit in human form. Why was it that every time she met her eyes today, she felt completely off? They say foxes are masters of enchantment, casting spells through their eyes to make their targets lose their souls. It seemed there was some truth to those legends…

Her hand cutting the cucumber unconsciously applied more force, making a rhythmic thud-thud on the wooden board. Her emotions remained unstable; her wavering state of mind was like a nun on the verge of breaking her vows—truly precarious and teetering on the edge.