Chapter 2: Greedy Women

De Hua stepped out of his house into a serene and cheerful scene. Parents played with their children in the community square, their faces beaming with happiness. But De Hua knew that in a month, all of this would vanish.

He briskly walked towards a nearby Michelin three-star restaurant. A meal there would cost at least five to six thousand yuan, an extravagance he had never indulged in before. But now, having been reborn, he felt no hesitation. Surviving death itself called for a celebration.

Inside the restaurant, De Hua chose a window seat and ordered the most expensive dishes, along with a bottle of Château Lafite. The bill totaled fifty thousand yuan. The waitstaff eyed him with curious respect, assuming he was a wealthy young man, for who else would spend so much on a single meal?

De Hua didn't care about their opinions. As the sumptuous dishes arrived, he began devouring them voraciously. The experience was so moving that he nearly shed tears, having endured the harsh conditions of the frozen apocalypse. His intense eating drew murmurs from other diners, but he paid them no mind.

In the apocalyptic future, people would kneel for a packet of instant noodles. Civilization and morality would dissolve into nothingness.

As De Hua savored his meal, a woman passing by the window stopped in her tracks. She had long, flowing hair, a perfectly made-up face, and wore Gucci heels and an LV handbag. This woman was none other than Fang Ting, the one who had betrayed De Hua in his previous life. Beside her was her close friend, Jolin .

Both women often gazed longingly at the Michelin-starred restaurant, dreaming of the luxury they couldn't afford. They hoped to catch the eye of a wealthy suitor. To their surprise, they spotted De Hua inside, enjoying a lavish meal.

"Isn't that De Hua ? How can he afford to eat here?" Fang Ting exclaimed.

Jolin , equally astonished, said, "Is De Hua actually rich?"

She glanced suggestively at Fang Ting, smiling. "Fang Ting, you're lucky! That admirer of yours is a hidden rich man. Look at that table, it must cost at least fifty or sixty thousand. No ordinary person could afford such a meal."

Jolin knew De Hua had pursued Fang Ting for two and a half years, always kept on the hook but never outright rejected. Fang Ting, a gold-digger, always hoped to marry a rich man but couldn't bear to let go of De Hua , who owned a house and car in Handong .

Fang Ting treated De Hua as a backup, adhering to her principle of never initiating, never rejecting, and never committing. Seeing De Hua indulge in such a lavish meal made her reconsider.

"Could De Hua be a hidden wealthy man?" she wondered, the possibility growing more plausible. "Maybe he's like those characters in dramas, pretending to be ordinary to find true love."

Her eyes sparkled with newfound resolve. If De Hua was indeed rich, it would save her a lot of trouble. Since he had always pursued her, she believed a mere nod from her would prompt a marriage proposal.

Jolin urged, "Fang Ting, let's go talk to De Hua !"

She eyed the sumptuous meal inside, eager to taste it. Michelin-starred cuisine was a rare treat.

Fang Ting hesitated, then shook her head. "No, it'll make me seem like a gold-digger. Let's wait outside and pretend it's a chance encounter."

She was smart enough to maintain her image, knowing she could control De Hua better if she appeared unattainable. They hid near the restaurant, waiting for De Hua to emerge.

An hour later, De Hua , blissfully full, stepped out. The Michelin meal might have been ordinary, but to him, it was divine. He planned to visit a nearby supermarket to test his spatial storage capabilities.

At that moment, a familiar voice called out, " De Hua , what a coincidence!"

Turning, he saw Fang Ting and Jolin . Fang Ting tucked her hair behind her ear, exposing her fair neck and pink earlobes—a classic green tea trick meant to entice.

De Hua 's heart was filled with cold amusement. This top-tier manipulator, who once led him to his death, now stood before him. She had even broken his ribs to make soup.

His eyes darkened with a murderous gleam. The impending apocalypse would make her death inconsequential. Should he kill her now?

Fang Ting, sensing his icy gaze, stammered, " De Hua ... what's wrong?"

De Hua quickly masked his emotions, replying indifferently, "Nothing, I mistook you for someone else."

He changed his mind. Killing her now was too easy. The law might still catch up with him before the apocalypse. He preferred to let her experience the hopelessness of the end times before orchestrating her demise. With his reborn memories, he had countless ways to make her suffer.

For now, he focused on creating the safest haven for himself in the upcoming apocalypse.

Chapter end