In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

"I know, you must be the man Kexin has been thinking about all afternoon."

"Oh my, young man, how old are you? What do you look like? Do you have any special talents?"

Xu Shuai turned his head, looked at Yang Kexin who seemed a little flustered beside him, and smiled helplessly.

Xu Shuai could hardly imagine what the daily life of these two would be like, with unripe apples and yellow-skinned bananas.

But in his mind, an image of a mature woman with long legs and black stockings had already appeared, standing by the roadside holding a phone.

Despite being in a dangerous situation, his heart was filled with burning curiosity, and he was now waiting patiently for the person on the other end of the phone to explain with a mischievous grin.

Xu Shuai's voice seemed to have a special magic. With him by her side, Yang Kexin felt exceptionally at ease, as if she could overcome any problem.

"Fang Lan, be serious, I have the speakers on here."

As the gloom dissipated and Yang Kexin regained her composure, fearing her assistant might have said something inappropriate, she quickly ended the conversation and reminded her:

"I'll explain some things when you come back. For now, just endure some hardship, grab a bicycle, and ride as far as you can."

"Kexin, you're asking too much of me. I can ride a horse without any instruction."

"But I really can't ride a bicycle, I just can't do it."

puff!

Ye Ziming, who was driving ahead, couldn't help but laugh out loud. He thought he had covered it up quickly, but the subtle sound was still keenly caught by Fang Lan on the other end of the phone:

"Wow! Kexin's not bad, she found two right away."

"Oh my god, someone just jumped off a building, and what the hell... he can actually stand up..."

"Fang Lan?"

"Fang Lan!"

A gasp rang out, followed by a series of sharp, piercing screams from the other end of the phone, and the call abruptly ended.

No matter how many times Yang Kexin dialed the number, there was no answer; only a mechanical, indifferent notification sound.

Things were getting serious; even Ye Ziming, who had been laughing, stopped smiling and became serious.

At first, he just felt like he had met a sucker and couldn't get any goodwill from her, so he thought about making more money off Yang Kexin.

However, the current situation seems to be developing in a strange way. Even he, who is usually oblivious to things, has noticed something is amiss.

"Fang Lan, what should I do? I clearly told you..."

Yang Kexin, muttering to herself, leaned weakly against the leather seat like a wilted eggplant.

She turned her head away, pretending to be strong as she looked out the window, not wanting Xu Shuai to see her weakness.

Her eyes stung, and no matter how hard Yang Kexin tried to suppress the bitterness in her heart, tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.

Reborn, she races against time, using money to pave the way and time to buy herself a chance to survive, trying her best to turn the tide.

In the end, it seemed like a grand but futile effort.

Xu Shuai, who had a clear view of everything reflected in the car window, gently patted Yang Kexin's shoulder.

"Don't overthink it. It's not necessarily a bad thing that she didn't return your call. Cheer up, we still have a lot to do."

Yang Kexin didn't dare to turn around, hugging her legs and curling up on the soft chair.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and forced a smile: "Yes, I know, I will try my best to adjust."

Looking at Yang Kexin's utterly broken expression, Xu Shuai hesitated, repeating himself three times, mentally preparing himself: "Kexin, it's just an act, I mean, just an act."

"What if the apocalypse doesn't happen, but your villa undergoes some inexplicable change? Can you afford the consequences?"

"Of course, it's okay if you don't want to. We will still try our best to fulfill your request."

Regardless, before the end of the world truly arrives, Xu Shuai felt that he shouldn't act too impulsively.

Blindly modifying the flying cabin could lead to inexplicable problems if the apocalypse doesn't actually occur, and the person involved might even face hefty compensation demands.

This exorbitant price was clearly beyond his means.

Coming to her senses, Yang Kexin blinked her large, watery eyes, as if trying to process the information.

Why would he suddenly ask such a question?

What does it mean when a house undergoes inexplicable changes?

Could it be that he is the Xu Shuai I've been looking for, and I've stumbled upon the right person by accident?

In other words, he was planning to turn my house into that shelter suspended in the air, and was secretly seeking my opinion.

Just as Xu Shuai was about to give up, Yang Kexin suddenly grabbed his wrist: "I'm willing, I'm willing, no matter the cost."

Yang Kexin raised her elbow to wipe away her tears. Seeing Xu Shuai remain silent, she gave him a pitiful look and cautiously began to speak:

"Is one villa enough? Should we add another one as a backup?"

"That's enough, that's enough."

Upon receiving the promise, Xu Shuai breathed a sigh of relief, while secretly marveling at Yang Kexin's generosity and unconditional trust.

The villas in this area must be worth at least tens of millions each, and they just agreed to it so casually.

"That's great. Just tell me what you need, and I'll do my best to meet it."

"Mm." Xu Shuai nodded, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and gently placed it in Yang Kexin's palm.

A slightly fragrant soft paper was placed over her face, and Yang Kexin hid underneath, secretly laughing. The tear stains on her cheeks were still there, but her heart felt as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

Before long, a magnificent gate came into view, the access control bars were forcibly broken, and there was not a single person in the security booth next to it.

Ye Ziming gradually reduced the car's speed and slowly drove in, giving Xu Shuai a questioning look with his eyes.

The latter thought for a moment, then gestured to continue.

Xu Shuai looked out of the car and saw that apart from rows of neat and beautiful streetlights, there were very few houses with their lights on in the huge villa area.

He glanced at the time; it wasn't even ten o'clock yet.

As expected, rich people have fewer worries and can sleep so early.

Just as I was about to close my phone, I saw a message pop up from the phone manager saying that the block had been successfully blocked.

When I checked the blocked records, wow, over two hours, I received hundreds of harassing calls and a lot of spam text messages.

Xu Shuai casually clicked on a few spam text messages and was baffled to find a bunch of complete strangers sending long messages asking for help and frantically inquiring about his location.

Even with the do-not-disturb mode enabled, the usually quiet class group was flooded with people tagging him.

Big stars still have a lot of influence; it wasn't long before their identities were revealed by netizens.

Xu Shuai guessed that someone must have found out Yang Kexin's true identity, which is why everyone was paying so much attention to her.

It immediately switched to flight mode, aiming to keep out of sight and out of mind.

"Kexin, wake up, which building do you live in?"

At Xu Shuai's call, Yang Kexin got up and stuffed the unused tissue into her pocket.

She glanced out the car window at the familiar scenery and the long-lost surroundings. Before she knew it, she was home.

"Keep driving forward, see that GG sign ahead? Pass it, then take two more turns, turn right, there's a Christmas tree-shaped road sign at the entrance."

Built along the mountainside, each villa comes with its own swimming pool and garden, and each has its own unique interior design. The only thing they have in common is that they are expensive.

"We're here. Is this the place? Why is your house open? Oh, and why is there a bread truck?"

Ye Ziming drove his black minivan through the streets without any obstruction and parked it directly in the yard.

In front of the headlights, three piles of supplies were neatly stacked, like a small mountain.

"Yes, that's right, this is my home."

As soon as the car stopped, Yang Kexin opened the door, smiling broadly, and got out first, followed closely by the other two.

Looking at a Wuling van parked in the yard, Yang Kexin tilted her head, looking puzzled.

Before she could even process what was happening, Xu Shuai roughly shoved her into the black van.