Zhang Yi stepped out of his abode. Outside, there was a vision of serene harmony, replete with the merriment and comfort of the mortal world.

Quite a number of parents were having a jolly time with their children in the square of the residential area, their countenances beaming with blissful smiles. However, Zhang Yi was cognizant of the fact that in a month's time, all of this would vanish like ephemeral bubbles.

He briskly walked out of the community. Not far from it, there was a Michelin - three - star Western - style restaurant. In the past, having a meal there would cost at least five to six thousand yuan, and Zhang Yi had always been reluctant to dine there. But now, he couldn't care less.

Upon entering the restaurant, Zhang Yi found a window - side seat and ordered all of the most expensive delicacies on the menu, and also requested a bottle of red wine from Château Lafite. Altogether, this cost him fifty thousand yuan. Even the waiters in the restaurant cast ambiguous glances at him, assuming that he must be a wealthy second - generation heir. Otherwise, how could an ordinary person afford such an extravagant meal?

Zhang Yi paid no heed to what others thought. When the sumptuous feast was served, he began to devour the food voraciously. Perhaps it was because he had endured six months of the frigid ice - age apocalypse that the taste of such delicious cuisine brought him to the verge of tears. As a result, his eating manner was rather ferocious, which elicited whispered discussions among the surrounding diners. But Zhang Yi remained indifferent.

One must know that after the doomsday arrives, people might even prostrate themselves and kowtow for just a packet of instant noodles. At that time, all civilization and morality will be reduced to naught.

While Zhang Yi was enjoying his meal in the restaurant, a woman passing by outside the window came to a halt. She was an enchanting figure with long, flowing hair, exquisitely - made - up, and wearing Gucci high - heels. It was Fang Yuqing, the very woman who had caused Zhang Yi's death in his previous life. Beside her was her bosom friend, Li Cainin.

Whenever they passed by the Michelin - three - star restaurant, they couldn't help but cast longing glances inside. They had always yearned for such a luxurious establishment in their hearts. Unfortunately, their financial situation did not allow them to squander money in such a place. Nevertheless, this did not prevent them from surveying the interior with covetous eyes, hoping to spot a wealthy and eligible young man whom they could ensnare.

To their surprise, Fang Yuqing noticed Zhang Yi inside, with a large table filled with top - notch food in front of him.

"Isn't that Zhang Yi? How could he afford to dine here?" Fang Yuqing exclaimed in astonishment.

Li Cainin also covered her mouth in surprise. "Is Zhang Yi actually this wealthy?" she said. While speaking, she gave Fang Yuqing an ambiguous look and then chuckled, "Yuqing, you're really lucky! That admirer who's been chasing you turns out to be a hidden rich second - generation heir."

"Look at that table of food of his. It must cost at least fifty to sixty thousand yuan. Who among ordinary people can afford such an expensive meal?" There was a tinge of envy in Li Cainin's tone.

She knew that Zhang Yi had been courting Fang Yuqing for half a year. However, Fang Yuqing had been keeping him on the hook all this time, neither rejecting nor accepting him. Fang Yuqing was an out - and - out gold - digger. She had always believed that she could marry a high - quality rich second - generation heir and become a pampered young mistress. But she was also reluctant to let go of Zhang Yi, who had a car and a house in Tianhai City and led a relatively comfortable life. So all along, Fang Yuqing had been treating Zhang Yi as a backup option.

This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

However, seeing Zhang Yi enjoying a luxurious meal worth tens of thousands of yuan alone today made Fang Yuqing start to have doubts.

"Could it be that Zhang Yi is actually a hidden rich second - generation heir?" Fang Yuqing rested her chin on her hand and began to muse. The more she thought about it, the more she believed it was possible.

"Right. Aren't there always such characters in TV shows?"

"Someone who is actually wealthy but pretends to be an ordinary person in order to find true love."

Fang Yuqing was almost convinced by her own speculation, and her eyes lit up. If that were true, it would save her a great deal of effort. After all, Zhang Yi had been chasing her all this time, and she felt that as long as she nodded, Zhang Yi would propose to her immediately.

Li Cainin also urged, "Yuqing, let's go inside and find Zhang Yi!" In fact, she had her eye on that table full of delicious food. This was a Michelin - three - star restaurant, after all. The grand feast inside was something that ordinary people might never have the chance to taste in their entire lives.

Fang Yuqing hesitated for a moment but then shook her head. "It's not appropriate. It might make him think that I'm a materialistic woman."

"Tell you what. Let's wait outside and pretend that we happened to run into him by chance."

Fang Yuqing was no fool. She wouldn't lower her dignity just for a meal. Even if Zhang Yi was truly wealthy, she had to maintain the air of a goddess. Only in this way, when the two of them got together in the future, could she control Zhang Yi properly and keep him as her devoted admirer.

So the two of them hid not far from the restaurant, waiting for Zhang Yi to come out.

Zhang Yi ate for over an hour and then contentedly patted his rounded belly. Next, he planned to go to the nearby supermarket to purchase some supplies. Although he was highly confident that he could transport the supplies from the Walmart warehouse, it was always better to be on the safe side. It was advisable to stock up on some supplies in advance to avoid any unforeseen circumstances. After all, he had experienced starvation before, and he couldn't allow any accidents to happen.

Zhang Yi paid the bill with gusto and walked out of the restaurant door under the obsequious smiles of the waiters.

Just at this moment, a familiar voice rang out beside him.

"Zhang Yi, what a coincidence!"

Zhang Yi turned his head and saw Fang Yuqing and Li Cainin standing there. Fang Yuqing reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, deliberately revealing her fair neck and pink earlobes.

Zhang Yi sneered inwardly. Such a trick was a classic ploy of a scheming woman. It was all about inadvertently captivating a man's heart. As a top - notch femme fatale and hypocrite, Fang Yuqing was well - versed in this tactic.

Unfortunately, the current Zhang Yi was no longer the naive admirer he once was. After all, not long ago, he had lost his life because of this woman, and she even wanted to break his ribs to make soup!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's gaze suddenly turned cold and murderous. Anyway, the doomsday was approaching soon. Even if he killed her, there wouldn't be any problem.

Fang Yuqing shivered under Zhang Yi's stare and said nervously, "Zhang Yi... you... what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yi quickly restrained his gaze and said blandly, "Nothing. I mistook you for someone else."

He suddenly changed his mind. Letting this woman die so easily would be too lenient. It would be better to let her experience the despair of the doomsday first and then toy with her using various means until she perished in agony. With careful planning and the advantage of memories from his previous life, Zhang Yi had a hundred ways to make her suffer a painful death.

So for now, there was no need to deal with her. At present, the most crucial thing was to construct the safest possible to ensure his safe and comfortable survival during the apocalypse.