Seducing and Flirting with Boss O While Stockpiling in the Apocalypse (GL) - Chapter 21

Nan Shuwan, stung by Nan Chu’s words and left in a mess of emotions, hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to respond.

Luo Sheng, standing by and seeing that the atmosphere was wrong, was just about to say something to smooth things over when she heard Nan Chu say, “Please leave. Regardless of why you came, I’m not helping.”

The words were final. Nan Shuwan’s face didn’t look good; she needed to calm her mind first, so she didn’t say much. Before leaving, she only left one sentence: “Nan Chu, I hope you can forgive me. Our relationship shouldn’t have turned out like this… no matter what, you are my sister.”

Luo Sheng, who hadn’t even had the chance to say more than a few words, followed Nan Shuwan as they were kicked out.

She rolled her neck, feeling like she had just witnessed a family drama, but more importantly—was her plan to buy medicine back to square one?

At this thought, she grew worried. Time was running out; she couldn’t delay anymore. She had only bought a small backup amount before, and that was far from enough. Luo Sheng decided that as soon as she got home, she would scour the physical stores and buy as much as she could.

Meanwhile, Nan Shuwan, who was driving, kept a dark face throughout. Her aura was even more powerful than usual—the kind that made people feel afraid. Luo Sheng wisely chose not to ask any questions. By the time they returned to the apartment building, it was already past four in the afternoon.

Suffocating from the heat outside, Luo Sheng tossed her hat, mask, and sun-protective clothing onto the sofa. She sat panting for a few breaths, opened a bottle of fruit juice from the fridge, rested for a moment, and then went to wash her face.

Recalling what just happened, she let out a sigh. She hadn’t expected Nan Shuwan to have such a situation at home; truly, every family has its own cross to bear. After a brief moment of sentimentality and getting herself together, she grabbed a large black plastic bag and headed out.

There were plenty of large pharmacies nearby. Following the principle of proximity, Luo Sheng chose one at random. Once inside, she scanned the shelves: anti-inflammatories, cold medicine, fever reducers, stomach medicine… she took ten boxes of each. Antibiotics, iodine, alcohol, cotton swabs, gauze… she took a dozen of every kind.

Basically, Luo Sheng grabbed everything she could think of. Originally, she planned to take over twenty boxes of each, but to her surprise, the clerk insisted she register at checkout. A phone number wasn’t enough; they required an ID card.

Control is quite strict these days. For one person to buy so many different types of medicine at once without even explaining a symptom—Luo Sheng’s “scavenging” energy didn’t look like she was buying for personal use at all. The clerk reasonably suspected she was a reseller and demanded full identity registration.

In theory, with only six days left until the apocalypse, it wouldn’t matter if Luo Sheng registered. But the problem was that this pharmacy wasn’t far from where she lived. What if someone tracked her down based on that info?

To be safe, she planned to make something up, but the clerk pulled out an app to verify her details. Luo Sheng had no choice but to reduce the quantity. She made up an excuse about buying for relatives, and after a lot of talking, the clerk finally agreed to the sale, but still registered a name and phone number.

Except the number and name were fabricated on the spot. Luo Sheng finished filling it out and fled immediately.

Having learned her lesson, Luo Sheng was smarter at the next pharmacy. When she walked in, she squinted her eyes and rubbed her temples, acting weak and frail. She claimed her family and relatives were all sick, which dispelled much of the clerk’s suspicion.

This time, Luo Sheng moved much slower. she looked at every item in her hand, asked questions, and successfully bought quite a lot. She repeated the tactic at other pharmacies. After several trips, she had purchased hundreds of boxes of emergency medicine and various wound-care supplies.

She hadn’t driven today because the distance wasn’t far, so she came on foot. After all, finding a parking spot is much more of a headache than walking.

She pulled out the black plastic bag she had prepared, put all the medicine inside, and headed back to the apartment building.

Just as she was about to enter the elevator, the bag accidentally snagged on a warning sign standing nearby, spilling some of the medicine. The sign was just a friendly reminder for residents to take precautions against the heat. Luo Sheng had to bend down to pick them up one by one, only to see a pair of dusty leather shoes appear before her eyes.

She looked up. It was that man with the buzz cut and hawk nose from before.

He was staring directly at the items on the ground. Luo Sheng felt his gaze carried a hint of malice. Combined with the memory of the bruised woman beside him last time, an intuitive instinct told Luo Sheng that this man was trouble.

She quickened her pace, immediately shoved the items back into the black bag, retreated a few steps, and turned to walk toward the exit, pretending she had just come downstairs and was heading out.

Luo Sheng didn’t want to ride the elevator with this man. She waited at the entrance for two minutes. Only after that somber-faced man had gone up did she slowly enter the elevator.

The first thing Luo Sheng did when she got home was transfer all the medicine into the space. She checked the time—it was already past seven, and she hadn’t had dinner yet.

At a time like this, she suddenly thought of Nan Shuwan again. The woman had clearly been in a bad mood since returning. What exactly happened between her and her sister…?

For some reason, she really wanted to cheer Nan Shuwan up right now.

But before that, Luo Sheng had something very important to do. She sat on the sofa, pulled out her phone, and dialed her mother’s number.

The phone rang for less than five seconds before it was picked up. Luo Xiaoli spoke in heavily accented Mandarin, her tone cheerful: “My daughter, why are you calling Mom? Have you eaten yet?”

“I ate a long time ago. What about you?” Luo Sheng didn’t want her mother to worry, so she lied and said she had already eaten.

“Me too!” Luo Xiaoli’s signal seemed poor; her voice sounded a bit intermittent. “Mom cooked several good dishes today; I bet you’d drool just looking at them!”

Luo Sheng smiled. Since her rebirth, she had only talked to her mother on the phone a few times in the first few days. She had been too busy lately, only sending a few messages telling her not to worry and to take care of herself.

But mainly, Luo Sheng was holding a certain tension in her heart, wanting to wait until everything was ready before properly telling her mother to come over. After a few warm words, she got straight to the point.

“Mom, come here the day after tomorrow. I’ve booked a flight for you; you’ll arrive the same day.”

“Daughter, why so sudden?” Luo Xiaoli was surprised and immediately refused. “Why would Mom come to your place for no reason? You know a round-trip ticket isn’t cheap. Everything costs money there—food, clothes, travel… it’s just not necessary!”

Luo Xiaoli’s concept of being frugal was ingrained in her bones. Her mind was full of how much it would cost; she didn’t understand her daughter’s suddenness at all. After arguing, she remembered to ask why: “So, why do you want Mom to come over?”

Educated by the non-stop lecture, Luo Sheng’s head was a bit foggy. She paused, feeling a bit lost, then said frankly, “Does there have to be a reason…? I miss you, and you definitely miss me. It’s that simple. I want to get together with you; is that not okay?”

Isn’t it natural for a mother to come see her daughter? Luo Sheng thought it was simple, but Luo Xiaoli didn’t see it that way. She laughed heartily, thinking her daughter was just homesick. “Nuonuo, if you miss me, we can video call every day! Why go through the trouble of running back and forth? Save that money for yourself. Mom doesn’t need you to worry; you just look after yourself!”

The older generation’s mindset is as stubborn as a mule, and Luo Xiaoli was a classic example. You practically couldn’t sway her; it was ingrained to an outrageous degree. Luo Sheng never expected this small matter would cause her such grief.

Why has Mom become so stubborn these past few years?

They went back and forth on the phone for a long time—appealing to emotion and reason. All of Luo Sheng’s sales techniques were useless. Finally, both sides hung up, neither having convinced the other.

What should I do? There are only six days left…

Luo Sheng had planned to time her mother’s arrival perfectly. She had to find a way to make her willing to get on that plane the day after tomorrow. Thinking of this, Luo Sheng rubbed her face in frustration.

Great. Now her mood was bad too.

Sighing in irritation, Luo Sheng went to knock on the door of 1502, attempting to find some mutual comfort with Nan Shuwan. Sure enough, when the woman opened the door, she also had a “bitter melon” face. Her expression was terrible, as if someone owed her a fortune.

Luo Sheng’s “ten-thousand-year iceberg face” nearly cracked; the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

But she quickly suppressed it and asked calmly, “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.” Nan Shuwan truly had no appetite since coming back, so she hadn’t eaten anything yet.

Unsurprisingly, Luo Sheng went straight to the kitchen. She saw two pumpkins on the floor, weighed them in her hand—they weren’t light—and after thinking for a bit, decided to make a dessert.

She had seen the recipe in a short video; it was quite simple. Luo Sheng ran back to her place, grabbed a few pieces of cheese, and returned to Nan Shuwan’s.

Nan Shuwan let her run back and forth without even lifting an eyelid, keeping her eyes on her laptop. In her low mood, she ignored all of Luo Sheng’s actions.

After peeling and dicing the pumpkin, she put it in a pot to steam. While waiting, Luo Sheng stole a few glances at Nan Shuwan sitting in the living room; she still had a dark face, no expression, and radiated an aura that said “do not approach.”

Luo Sheng’s mind was in a whirl, full of thoughts about her mother and Nan Shuwan.

Her brain was still frantically brainstorming tactics. After a while, she turned her attention back to the pot. Seeing the pumpkin was cooked, she immediately used a towel to bring out the steaming dish.

She poured in the shredded cheese and milk, stirring with a restless heart.