Seducing and Flirting with Boss O While Stockpiling in the Apocalypse (GL) - Chapter 32

The sky was dreadfully somber. As the hours passed, the rain intensified significantly, and the wind outside howled. Seeing that He Shugen had not yet returned, Sun Cuifen was consumed with anxiety. She could only kneel before a statue of Bodhisattva, lighting a stick of incense and praying for heaven’s protection.

Fortunately, things did not turn out too badly. Towards evening, He Shugen actually returned safely. Though he was soaked to the bone, he brought back various medicines and a good amount of food.

The owners’ group chat instantly became lively, with everyone offering their congratulations. It was as if a fire had been lit in everyone’s hearts; they were all trying to catch a bit of this rare celebratory spirit. This was undoubtedly a shot of adrenaline for everyone—at least it showed that travel was possible and that there was hope.

Sun Cuifen burst into tears—tears of relief—though she still scolded her “dead ghost” of a husband for finally coming back. She took the medicine He Shugen had retrieved and immediately brewed it for her sleeping son. Following Qiao Bai’s emergency first-aid methods earlier, his condition had already eased quite a bit. Now, after taking the medicine, Sun Cuifen covered him with a cotton quilt and let him continue sleeping.

Afterward, she lit another stick of incense for the Bodhisattva, bowing in gratitude for the protection.

Meanwhile, the group chat was flooded with questions.

[Happy Community Building 03 Owners Group]

0803 Qiao Bai: Uncle He, what’s the situation? Tell us about it!

0401 Zhang Dajiu: Old He, where did you get the stuff? Isn’t everywhere nearby flooded?!

1102 Mao Xue: I’m so curious, tell us quickly!

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0602 He Shugen: Sigh, it’s a long story! The wind was blowing so hard my boat was unstable. I was just pushing through blindly; my arms are aching from rowing. Later, when the rain got heavier, I nearly flipped off the boat. Luckily, I gripped the edge tight, or I wouldn’t have kept this little life of mine!

0602 He Shugen: It was my first time rowing one of those things in floodwater. Up high, the landmarks are all wrong, and I couldn’t even recognize the route. I finally made it to a familiar area, but the clinics and snack shops are all on the lower two floors—everything is waterlogged. It was that big department store to our northeast; the fifth floor has all sorts of supplies, and there wasn’t a soul inside. I just scavenged what I could and came back! The round trip took hours; I’m exhausted!!

Hearing He Shugen’s account, the group marveled at his narrow escape. However, it seemed that venturing out was more dangerous than they had imagined. Most residents knew of that big department store.

If driving, it wouldn’t take long, but in this weather, relying solely on human power to row—combined with the fact that navigation was much harder than usual—it was truly no easy feat. Fortunately, He Shugen had scouted the path for everyone and identified where supplies could still be found.

After a period of heated discussion, the group chat gradually went quiet.

Luo Sheng felt a sense of relief for them. In truth, she could have lent a helping hand, but given the current situation… she could not reveal that she possessed supplies. The later stages would certainly be harder to endure; for now, she could only do this.

Nan Shuwan had naturally seen the messages in the group. For a while, she didn’t know what to say, staying silent for a bit before helping to serve the dishes.

Luo Xiaoli had been cooking a few of her signature dishes, and Nan Chu had developed a great interest lately, following her every day to learn a few tricks. Today, Nan Chu made stir-fried eggplant with meat and garlic shrimp, busily calling everyone over to have a taste.

The four of them sat together, enjoying dinner in a harmonious atmosphere. However, while eating, Nan Shuwan couldn’t resist taking a bottle of cold drink. Luo Sheng couldn’t help but glance her way. When she saw Nan Shuwan pick it up to drink, Luo Sheng used her chopsticks to press down on the other’s hand, saying flatly, “You had a stomachache just the day before yesterday, and you’re still drinking that?”

Nan Shuwan was choked up and had no choice but to submissively put the drink down. Luo Sheng wore a stern face and a cold tone that brooked no refusal, but it was clearly out of concern. Being slightly scolded made Nan Shuwan feel a bit… excited. For some reason, she actually enjoyed it whenever Luo Sheng was authoritative.

Nan Chu chuckled and chimed in, “Tsk, whipped, aren’t we?”

Luo Xiaoli’s eyes lit up hearing this, but she whispered to herself, “That won’t do. If anyone’s doing the ‘whipping,’ it should be Wanwan managing Nuonuo!”

After dinner and playing for a while, Nan Shuwan went to shower.

Nan Chu and Luo Sheng sat in the living room watching TV. Nan Chu had downloaded many movies on her phone earlier, which she could now project onto the big screen. Luo Sheng didn’t care what they watched, letting Nan Chu pick the show.

But as she watched, she felt something was wrong. On the screen, two beautiful women started by just kissing, but then they became entangled together. The explicitness seemed a bit high… Luo Sheng’s eyelids twitched, and she looked at Nan Chu, who remained unfazed. “This… what is this?”

“Isn’t it just a regular lesbian movie?” Nan Chu continued to stare at the screen. “A lot of foreign ones are like this. They talk, and then they just start doing it. What’s the big deal?”

Nan Chu acted indifferent, while Luo Sheng’s face gradually turned red. She knew the theoretical knowledge, but she had never seen things so bluntly. She had been busy with studies as a child and busy with work as an adult; she really hadn’t paid much attention to these things.

According to many people’s evaluations of her, she was no different from a nun. Luo Sheng felt they weren’t wrong.

Nan Chu noticed Luo Sheng seemed uncomfortable. She turned her head and saw Luo Sheng’s already-red ears, suddenly finding it hilarious. This person was far too pure—she couldn’t even handle watching a bit of this?

So, she nudged Luo Sheng with her elbow. “Hey, what do you usually watch? Don’t you have any ‘spiritual food’?”

“I read books and watch dramas to pass the time. So?” Luo Sheng didn’t quite understand the point of the question.

Nan Chu shook her head. “Don’t you have anything you really like? Spiritual food is something that supports your spirit—it has to be the stuff you love to your bones!”

“And what are you referring to…?”

“Watching girls, obviously!” Nan Chu grew excited talking about this. “Why else would I download so many novels and dramas? Staying home every day would bore me to death. Before, I could go out and party with friends; now I’m stuck inside. If I don’t engage with what I like, I’ll probably get depressed.”

“But fortunately, lesbian content exists in this world! Every day I wake up and watch girls—movies, novels—it’s practically my lifeblood!” Nan Chu gesticulated with animation, pouring her heart out.

Luo Sheng was stunned, only letting out an “Oh” after a long pause.

Nan Chu leaned in and threw an arm around Luo Sheng’s shoulder, grinning. “Besides, learning how to stir-fry is good for one’s physical and mental health… We’re all adults, no need to be embarrassed.”

“Stir-fry? Aren’t you learning that from my mom every day?” Luo Sheng nodded in agreement. “Cooking is indeed quite healing. It’s rare you have this interest.”

Nan Chu: “…?”

She slapped her forehead in exasperation, feeling as if Luo Sheng were from the previous century. Why was communicating with her so difficult? It was like a generation gap. How could someone interpret it that way?

So, Nan Chu leaned into Luo Sheng’s ear and explained everything in a few short sentences. In an instant, Luo Sheng was so embarrassed she didn’t know what to say.

So that word… has that kind of meaning too…

“Sigh, I’ll just send some to you so you can see for yourself.” Nan Chu wore an expression of heavy responsibility. “Otherwise, in the future…”

Forget it, never mind.

Before Luo Sheng could react, she received several cloud drive files. The title was: [The Complete Guide to Girls’ Stir-frying].

She blinked, unable to either refuse or say thank you. Just then, Nan Shuwan emerged. Seeing the two in a strange state, she couldn’t help but ask, “What are you two doing?”

“Nothing!” the two replied in unison.

A few more days passed. As the rain weakened, people in the group began to borrow the inflatable raft from Mother Wang to venture out. But with everyone wanting to borrow it, it naturally wasn’t enough; they had to wait in line—essentially one person per day, or two at most.

But later on, Mother Wang actually started charging—one hundred yuan per trip. This left everyone stunned. Though angry, they only dared to curse her secretly for profiting from the disaster. After all, they still needed the raft. If they provoked Mother Wang and she refused to lend it to them, the loss would outweigh the gain.

And heaven seemed to favor everyone; the next two or three people who went out all returned safely. However, the water level had now risen to the third floor. Those on lower floors had to beg others to let them move up.

In some households where people were squeezed together, food began to run low. Conflicts and arguments became unavoidable, even leading to physical fights. Old Man Li and Zhou Mei slapped each other over food distribution; after mediation, they had to be separated and stay in other people’s homes temporarily.

The residents didn’t actually want to take others in, but realizing they might have to move higher themselves later, they gradually compromised. They figured it was better to stay united under these circumstances, especially since they were still waiting for the rescue teams to relocate them.

But the rescue teams still hadn’t come. No one knew how much longer they would have to wait. At night, the power went out for four or five hours, leaving a group of people shivering. Luo Sheng brought out a smokeless coal stove and some briquettes to start a fire so everyone could stay warm.

If this continued, another group would likely catch colds and fevers. In such a vicious cycle, some people began to harbor evil thoughts, though no one had dared to act on them yet.

Luo Sheng was currently back in the space digging soil. Nan Shuwan was also happy to stay in the villa, so the two of them started their manual labor again. The green vegetable leaves looked healthy and delicious. Nan Shuwan picked one and weighed it in her hand. “This is great. It’s a pity my cooking skills aren’t good. If I learn how to stir-fry from you, I’ll show off my skills for you guys later.”

Luo Sheng, who was bending over, only caught one keyword: Stir-fry?

She looked at Nan Shuwan in surprise. Immediately, the files Nan Chu had sent her flashed through her mind—the heavy breathing, the softness, the red marks… everything flashed through Luo Sheng’s brain.

That night, she had observed quite carefully. With her strong learning ability, Luo Sheng had practically imprinted those images into her mind.

So, hearing Nan Shuwan say that, she blurted out: “You… you want to learn how to ‘stir-fry’ too?”

But very quickly, Luo Sheng realized that was not what the other meant.

She hurriedly shut her mouth and buried her head back into the soil, but her cheeks burned hotter than the sunlight in the space.

What do I do? Luo Sheng felt like she was no longer pure.