Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess
Chapter 82: There was biting incident

Chapter 82: There was biting incident

Haoyu entered the kitchen, still half-asleep as he lazily poured himself a glass of milk. "Morning," he mumbled, stifling a yawn.

"Morning.."

As she moved toward the door, Haoyu, now more awake, lifted his head. "Where are you going this early?"

"I’ve got work, not everyone can skip their jobs like you skip school.."

".."

"I mean it’s the apocalypse, why go to school.."

"Yes that’s true.." Qingran nodded "But maybe there you’ll find more note worthy people there and even fun system missions.."

Haoyu frowned, swirling the milk in his glass as he processed her words. "You think the system would give me missions at school?"

"Why not?" Qingran shrugged, slipping on her coat. "You’re a registered user. If there’s someone worth saving or a task tied to survival, the system might nudge you toward it."

Haoyu made a face. "Sounds like a hassle."

"Sounds like an opportunity," she corrected, opening the door. "Besides, you might as well enjoy the last few weeks of normal life before everything turns into hell."

He sighed, clearly reluctant but not outright rejecting the idea. "Fine. I’ll go."

Qingran smirked. "Good choice." She stepped outside, glancing at Lingquan, who had already hopped onto the fence, tail flicking impatiently. "I’ll be back later."

Qingran scrolled to the elevator, leaning against it as she took the ride to the underground parking lot, when she heard the chime, she got out and headed to her car.

[Should really be stockpiling..]

"Yes, I know. Would be too suspicious to have them delivered to me so I’ll have them be delivered to Feng Yizhou, he can block prying eyes. I should also check on the warehouse. That being said, the warehouse would be a good base later on. I will add a few essential things to it."

Lingquan stretched lazily on her shoulder, his golden eyes gleaming. [Smart. You don’t want people sniffing around, especially with how nosy some of your coworkers are.]

Qingran smirked, unlocking her car with a tap. "Exactly. The last thing I need is someone asking why I’m hoarding enough supplies to feed a small army."

She slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The low hum of the car filled the quiet parking lot as she pulled out, her mind already calculating the next steps.

Feng Yizhou could handle discreet deliveries. That much she trusted. If anyone tried to dig too deep, he had the resources to make them conveniently forget they ever saw anything. As for the warehouse, it was time to start turning it into something more than just a storage space.

Lingquan leapt onto the dashboard, stretching out like he owned the place. [What are you adding?]

"Water filtration system, backup generators, medical supplies," she listed, eyes sharp as she maneuvered onto the main road. "More weapons too. We won’t just be hiding—we’ll be fighting."

[And here I thought you were just a mild-mannered pharmacist.]

Qingran snorted. "Mild-mannered doesn’t survive the apocalypse."

[Yes. That’s quite true. Alright then, work first, mission second.]

"Got it. Though I don’t know what Feng Yizhou would ask from me this time around. He’s already gotten a kiss, he might start treading dangerous waters.."

Lingquan made a sound that was suspiciously close to a laugh. [He does seem the type to take an inch and steal a mile.]

Qingran clicked her tongue, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. "If he thinks he’s getting more just because of a deal, he’s seriously underestimating me."

[Oh?] Lingquan stretched, golden eyes narrowing in amusement. [But you didn’t exactly resist the kiss last time, did you?]

"Shut up," she muttered, resisting the urge to swat him off the dashboard. "That was situational."

[Sure. Keep telling yourself that.] His tail flicked lazily. [So what will you do if he does ask for more?]

"Depends." Qingran made a turn, her expression unreadable. "If it’s useful to me, I might consider it. But if he’s just being a bastard, I’ll remind him who he’s dealing with."

Lingquan purred approvingly. [Now that’s my Qingran.]

She ignored him, focusing instead on the road ahead. The morning traffic was light, the city still half-asleep. It was almost surreal—knowing that in just eighteen days, everything would collapse into chaos. People would be screaming, running, fighting for their lives.

And she would be ready.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her from her thoughts. She glanced at the screen. A message from Feng Yizhou.

"Come see me when you’re free. I have something you might be interested in."

Qingran raised an eyebrow. Vague as always. But if he was contacting her first, then it had to be something important.

She sighed, drumming her fingers against the wheel. "Looks like I’ll be paying him a visit after work."

[And if he asks for another kiss?] Lingquan teased.

"A punch to the gut wouldn’t kill him.."

[But would you really do it?] Lingquan hummed, his tail flicking against the dashboard. [You seem oddly reluctant to get violent with him.]

Qingran scoffed. "It’s called self-restraint. I don’t go around punching people just because they’re annoying."

[Then what would make you hit him?]

She considered it for a moment, tapping her fingers against the wheel. "If he oversteps."

Lingquan snorted. [Considering his personality, that’s inevitable.]

"Then I’ll deal with it when it happens." Qingran didn’t elaborate further, her mind shifting to work as she pulled into the hospital parking lot. She parked in her usual spot, shut off the engine, and glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

smoothing a stray hair back before grabbing her bag and stepping out.

[I’ll return to the system space for now. ]

She walked through the automatic doors, greeted by the sterile, crisp scent of chemicals and disinfectant. The facility was as busy as ever, white lab coats moving in and out of secured rooms, quiet conversations over research papers, the occasional beep of machines running analyses.

"You’re late."

A familiar voice had her glancing to the side. Guo Wen, one of the lead researchers, arched a brow at her. He had dark circles under his eyes, his lab coat slightly wrinkled—clear signs that he had been here all night.

"You’re early," Qingran countered, stepping past him toward her station.

"I never left," he muttered, rubbing his temple before following her inside.

Qingran set her bag down, slipping into her lab coat with practiced ease. "Another all-nighter? What are you even working on?"

Guo Wen sighed, sliding a file onto her desk. "Something weird came in last night. A patient sample from a nearby hospital. They’re claiming it’s a case of extreme viral mutation, but—" he hesitated, his fingers tapping against the table. "It doesn’t match anything we’ve seen before."

Qingran’s fingers tightened around the edge of the file. "Symptoms?" freёweɓnovel_com

"High fever, aggression, rapid cellular deterioration—like their body is breaking down while still functioning." His voice lowered. "And... there was a biting incident."

Her stomach clenched, though her expression remained neutral.

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