Zhou Peng was fawning over Fang Yuqing with great enthusiasm.

However, it was clear that Fang Yuqing wasn't interested in a man like Zhou Peng.

In terms of financial status, Zhou Peng was much worse off than Zhang Yi; he didn't even own his own house, but rented.

Still, Fang Yuqing smiled and said to him, "Thank you, Zhou Peng. But it just so happens I have plans with friends that night. What a coincidence!"

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Disappointment flashed across Zhou Peng's face.

He had spent an entire month's salary on those concert tickets!

He had hoped to confess his feelings to Fang Yuqing during the concert.

But his plans had fallen through.

Zhang Yi watched this unfold with a mocking smile on his lips.

He knew Zhou Peng, the simp, would never get the results he hoped for.

But Zhou Peng, feeling dejected, saw Zhang Yi's smiling face and became infuriated.

To deflect his embarrassment, he approached Zhang Yi and said, "Zhang Yi, that was a low move!"

"A grown man like you, letting a woman carry things for you. Aren't you ashamed?"

"Yuqing came to work today complaining of back pain. Next time, don't bother her with such things!"

Zhang Yi glanced at Fang Yuqing.

So, she was the one who had spread the word.

Fang Yuqing feigned concern, "It's no big deal, really. My body's fine."

"It's just that I'm not cut out for heavy lifting, seems like I've twisted my back a bit."

Saying this, she even pinched her waist and frowned to show her pain.

Zhou Peng, wanting to show off his masculinity in front of Fang Yuqing, pointed at Zhang Yi and said boldly, "Give Yuqing 500 yuan for medical expenses right now."

Zhang Yi's eyes turned cold, and he glared at Zhou Peng, scolding, "She offered to help me move things on her own, I never asked for her help."

"And what are you anyway, bossing me around here?"

"Do you really think you're someone important?"

Zhang Yi's scolding was fierce and satisfying, leaving Zhou Peng and Fang Yuqing stunned.

Zhou Peng was just an ordinary clerk in the warehouse, with no power or influence.

He dared to scold Zhang Yi only because Zhang Yi was usually easy-going and didn't like to quarrel.

But seeing Zhang Yi truly angry, Zhou Peng suddenly lost his nerve.

"Why... why are you yelling so loudly?"

"I was just discussing it with you."

Zhang Yi sneered and walked away.

He didn't want to waste words on Zhou Peng.

To Zhang Yi now, everyone seemed like a dead person.

In a month's time, 99% of the people around him would die in the apocalyptic ice storm.

Why bother arguing with the dead?

After Zhang Yi left, Zhou Peng whispered to Fang Yuqing, "I told you Zhang Yi is no good. You should stay away from him."

Fang Yuqing frowned, puzzled.

Because in recent days, Zhang Yi had completely changed.

He no longer greeted her, nor did he chat with her or wish her goodnight.

"There must be something strange!"

Fang Yuqing thought to herself.

...

After work, Zhang Yi drove to a five-star hotel in Tianhai City.

It was the Hong Fu Tianxia where he had made a reservation.

The manager of Hong Fu Tianxia, hearing of Zhang Yi's arrival, immediately arranged a room for him with a beaming smile.

A night in a five-star hotel room cost over a thousand yuan, but Zhang Yi didn't mind at all.

After all, he had several million in hand, and it would be a waste not to spend it.

That evening, Fang Yuqing, the White Lotus, unexpectedly took the initiative to message Zhang Yi.

Fang Yuqing: "Zhang Yi, I passed by your place today and saw someone renovating!"

Zhang Yi's mouth twitched, "Yeah, that's right."

Fang Yuqing: "You've been acting so strange lately, hoarding stuff and renovating your house. Is something going to happen?"

Zhang Yi's eyebrows raised slightly.

The White Lotus was bad, but not stupid.

It seemed his recent odd behavior had caught her attention.

But Zhang Yi didn't care; other people's opinions meant nothing to him now.

"Nothing much."

He replied coldly, then tossed his phone aside.

On the other end of the line, Fang Yuqing, feeling the chill in Zhang Yi's response, was quite upset.

For the past two years, Zhang Yi had always been very good to her, always caring and chatting with her every night.

But lately, he had become cold and distant, not even initiating conversations with her.

This made Fang Yuqing very uncomfortable.

She could be indifferent to Zhang Yi, but she wouldn't allow him to lose interest in her.

To Fang Yuqing, that meant a fish had escaped from her pond.

Although Zhang Yi wasn't a second-generation wealthy, he was still a decent middle-class catch.

If she couldn't find a wealthy man to marry, she could still consider settling for Zhang Yi.

Fang Yuqing picked up her phone and sent another message.

"It feels like we've been in touch less recently. It's making me a bit lonely."

But after waiting half a day, she received no reply.

Fang Yuqing bit her lip, growing increasingly agitated.

"This damn Zhang Yi, has he gone crazy lately? I take the initiative to message him, and he dares not reply!"

Her roommate, Lin Caining, hearing Fang Yuqing's complaints, came over with a giggle.

"That Zhang Yi has indeed been acting weird lately. Who knows why he's stockpiling so much food and drink, and ordering so many banquets from the hotel."

"It's like he's preparing for a shortage."

Hearing this, Fang Yuqing's brow furrowed slightly.

She said to Lin Caining, "Ningning, do you think something might actually happen soon? Maybe Zhang Yi got wind of it and that's why he's hoarding?"

Lin Caining paused at this, then burst into laughter, clutching her stomach.

"Yuqing, have you lost your mind? If something was really going to happen, the authorities would definitely notify us."

"We should just relax. If we hoard supplies, people will laugh at us for being fools."

Fang Yuqing, upon hearing this, also laughed at herself.

"That's true."

...

Zhang Yi stayed in the suite of the five-star hotel for several days.

He didn't go anywhere, spending his time purchasing banquet services from various hotels and practicing with a compound bow and crossbow in his room.

Fortunately, Zhang Yi had a penchant for hunting and a solid foundation.

Now, within a fifteen-meter range, his accuracy was exceptionally high.

Especially with a professional-grade compound bow, such modern equipment could allow an ordinary person to shoot an arrow comparable to ancient master archers.

Not to mention dealing with humans, even facing wild boars, jackals, and large dogs, he could inflict significant damage.