Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess
Chapter 70: A few kisses should be enough

Chapter 70: A few kisses should be enough

Qingran exhaled slowly, her fingers tapping against the desk. She didn’t dive further into research or modifications. Instead, she pulled out her phone and sent a message to Anya.

[Qingran]: Did you secure the medical supplies?

The reply came quickly.

[Anya]: Yes, but the total cost went up. 1.8 million yuan for 1,642,700 units.]

Qingran’s brows lifted slightly.

[Qingran]: What’s included?

[Anya]:

• Antibiotics – 134,000

• Painkillers – 208,500

• Fever meds – 200,000

• Antihistamines – 250,000

• Antacids – 227,000

• Hemostatics – 150,000

• Surgical supplies – 180,000

• Bandages – 160,000

• Injections – 133,200

[Anya]: That’s everything. Prices surged a little, but this is the best deal I could get.]

Qingran pursed her lips, glancing at the time. Was this enough?

She turned her attention to Lingquan.

"Is 1,642,700 units enough for a stockpile?"

A brief silence followed before his voice drifted into her mind.

[For a small survival group? Yes. This should last you a good while, especially for immediate post-outbreak needs.]

She exhaled slightly. At least one thing was settled.

She wired the money over and leaned back, rubbing her temples.

One step closer. Now, she just had to make sure everything else fell into place.

Lingquan’s voice hummed in her mind as a translucent screen appeared before her, listing everything she had gathered so far.

[Stockpile Progress Report]

• Food Storage: 62% (Estimated to last 2+ years for one person)

• Water Storage: 0% (Not yet started)

• Medical Supplies: 90% (Just enough to last)

• Weapons: 20% (Evol weapon secured)

• Ammunition: 0% (Start working on this ASAP)

• Miscellaneous: 1% (Torches, batteries, and other basic survival items still lacking)

Qingran scanned the numbers, her lips pressing into a thin line.

"Not enough," she muttered, crossing her arms. "Water storage is nonexistent, and we’re still lacking in essential survival tools. And don’t even get me started on the ammo situation."

[At least your medical supplies are in decent shape,] Lingquan pointed out. [And you’ve got food secured for yourself—but what about the others?]

"I know," she said, exhaling slowly. "I’ll handle it."

Her phone buzzed again.

[Anya: Transaction confirmed. Should I keep an eye out for the next batch?]

[Qingran: Yes. Same quantity. Let me know the moment you secure it.]

[Anya: Got it.]

Another step done.

She checked the time. 10:15 AM. Still a long day ahead.

But first, she had to prepare for Lu Zhou’s visit. Then, at 5 PM, she’d deal with her brother.

Lingquan pulled up another screen, displaying her current account balance.

[Account Balance: ¥6,000,000]

Then, a deduction notification appeared.

[-¥1,800,000 (Medical Supplies Purchase)]

[Remaining Balance: ¥4,200,000]

[Lingquan: That medicine purchase took a chunk out of your funds. You’ve got ¥4.2 million left.]

Qingran tapped her fingers on the desk, calculating her next moves.

"Still enough," she murmured. "But I’ll need more for weapons, ammo, and water storage."

[Lingquan: You planning to make money the legal way or the fun way?]

She smirked. "Why not both?"

Qingran exhaled slowly, leaning back in her chair. Step by step, she was getting there. The stockpile was growing, the essentials were coming together, and she still had 19 days left.

It wasn’t a lot of time, but it was enough if she kept moving efficiently.

Her eyes flicked back to the stockpile report. Food: 62%—good. Medical: 90%—better. Weapons: 20%—not great. Water: 0%—an immediate problem.

Water was critical. Unlike food, she couldn’t just hoard bottled supplies and expect it to last forever. She needed a sustainable source.

She tapped her fingers on the desk again. "Lingquan, start compiling options for water purification and long-term storage. I need something reliable."

[Lingquan: Already on it.]

Good. She let her eyes close briefly, allowing herself a rare moment of rest. The weight of planning, preparing, and staying ahead of the apocalypse pressed down on her shoulders every second of the day.

But little by little, she was securing everything she needed.

Still, 19 days wasn’t much. She couldn’t afford to relax for long.

Qingran opened her eyes, her fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk. Her mind was already shifting to the next priority. Weapons.

Food and medical supplies could keep people alive, but weapons determined who stayed alive.

She had the evol weapon, but that alone wasn’t enough. She needed a full arsenal. Guns, knives, explosives—whatever she could get her hands on before everything fell apart.

"Lingquan, how difficult would it be to secure firearms?" she asked.

[Lingquan: Legally? Impossible. Illegally? Expensive and risky.]

Qingran hummed, already considering her options. Black market, underground channels, military contacts.

She had connections, but she needed to be careful. The wrong move could put her on a watchlist before the apocalypse even started.

She sighed. Another headache.

Her gaze flicked to the clock. 10:20 AM.

She still had hours before she had to leave for Lu Zhou’s family. Enough time to figure out her next steps.

"Pull up a list of potential arms dealers. I need options," she said.

[Lingquan: On it.]

Qingran blinked at the name that popped up on the screen.

Feng Yizhou.

She stared at it for a long moment, lips pressing into a thin line. Of all people...

[Lingquan: No need to stress yourself.] His voice was practically dripping with amusement. [Feng Yizhou will get you what you need. And you won’t have to spend a single dime.]

Her brow twitched. "And what, pray tell, do I have to spend instead?"

[Lingquan: A few kisses should do the trick.]

She exhaled sharply through her nose. This damn cat.

A few kisses...?

Her fingers tapped against the desk as she considered it. Yizhou had power, resources, and the kind of underground connections that would take her weeks to secure on her own.

She didn’t even need to work out a deal—he would give her whatever she wanted if she asked.

And if she played her cards right... she could get even more than just weapons.

Qingran leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs.

"Alright," she murmured, a small smirk curling at the edges of her lips. "Let’s see just how generous Feng Yizhou is willing to be."