Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

Her steps faltered almost imperceptibly.

It turned out to be Yu Haoran and his mother.

Mo Chenchen had almost forgotten about these two people.

The youthful, innocent feelings from my past life have long been worn away by the fifteen years of the apocalypse. The last time we met at school was also in a hurry. I never expected to meet again today.

Yu Haoran looks very different now. He is no longer the clean-cut student council president he used to be. He often has a gentle smile on his face.

He has lost a lot of weight, and his skin is sallow. He no longer wears a white shirt and black trousers.

His eyes held weariness and a hint of numbness from the hardships of life.

Beside him was his proud mother, but now she no longer seemed as aloof as when they first met, saying that their social statuses were too different and that she was unsuitable for her son.

To be honest, Mo Chenchen didn't think there was anything wrong with what a mother did. If it were her, with her son having excellent grades and a good family background, she might also object if her son was dating someone who would negatively impact him.

She was simply unhappy because she had become another female protagonist in the story.

She could understand her actions, but she couldn't accept that she was the one being treated that way—that's the contradiction.

Overall, both of them are in a pretty good state under the current circumstances, but they are far worse off than Mo Chenchen.

Although she wore a mask that covered most of her face, her forehead was smooth, her eyes were bright and sharp, and she was wearing a clean and well-fitting black tracksuit. She exuded a refreshing aura that was completely out of place in this dilapidated environment.

Even though Mo Chenchen was wearing a mask, he could still recognize her at a glance.

The man's face first showed surprise, and he subconsciously stepped forward. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in front of Mo Chenchen.

During this time, he had heard many rumors about Mo Chenchen in the villa area, and he was very worried about her and felt very sorry for her.

That person used to be like that, but now he's learned how to fight and even killed people.

Yu Haoran wanted to go find Mo Chenchen as soon as he heard her name, but her mother absolutely refused to let him.

They were afraid that Yu Haoran would bring people home, as the family was already short of food and water.

Later, because of the rumors that Mo Chenchen had committed murder, they were afraid that he would attract trouble and cause trouble.

It wasn't until so long later that he saw her here for the first time, and his heart began to run wild.

Yu Haoran had always liked Mo Chenchen. He originally wanted to wait until they graduated, he got a job, and he had a voice before rekindling their relationship.

But in this world, whether we can even survive tomorrow is a problem, let alone feelings—it's all just a pipe dream.

When Yu's mother saw her son leaning closer, she instinctively opened her mouth as if to say something, but then swallowed the words back down.

The end times will educate every person with backbone.

Mo Chenchen looked at Yu Haoran, who was blocking her way, without much expression. She simply replied, "I'm fine." Her voice sounded muffled through her mask.

She turned to leave, not wanting to have any further involvement with him.

Yu Haoran was stung by her attitude, feeling a pang of sadness and bitterness in his heart. He couldn't help but ask again, "Xiao Chenchen, can we...can we talk? In this world, it's so hard for one person, it's so difficult for us both to be doing well. Maybe we can..."

"Yu Haoran," Mo Chenchen interrupted him, her eyes finally settling on the man's face: "I've long forgotten the past. I'm fine now and don't want to change anything. The best outcome is for us both to be well."

Yu Haoran looked into Mo Chenchen's eyes, which held no resentment, no anger, and not even any emotion, only calmness, a calm without any ripples.

His face paled even more, and a bitter smile appeared on his lips: "Chenchen, I'm sorry."

Mo Chenchen turned her gaze elsewhere and said softly, "I was born alone. I'm quite comfortable living alone in this apocalypse. I'm used to it and I enjoy it."

After saying that, she didn't linger, walked past the man, and headed towards her villa.

Yu Haoran watched her turn away without a second glance. Her back was straight and upright, as if nothing could break her.

He stood there, stunned, feeling as if a huge hole had been torn in his heart, letting in a blast of cold air.

He still liked her, perhaps even more than before, because her strong, independent vitality shone so brightly in the apocalypse.

But... in this world, just surviving is already a struggle, so what does his little bit of affection amount to? Even saying it aloud seems so inappropriate and ridiculous.

Overwhelmed by indifference and loss, he stood there motionless for a long time.

Looking at her son like this, Yu's mother felt a pang of regret. If she had known the world would turn out this way, why didn't she allow her son to leave?

Watching the girl's retreating figure without a backward glance, he sighed softly, stepped forward, tugged at his son's arm, and whispered, "Haoran, let's go... she's not one of us..."

Yes, they've been on different paths for a long time.

She was a strong woman in the apocalypse, carving out a path to survival with her own body.

While they are still struggling to survive in the mud, what do they have to like, and what gives them the right to like?

Mo Chenchen didn't take Yu Haoran's matter to heart at all; that figure was buried deep in her heart, without causing any ripples.

She's living a very carefree life now. She's single and doesn't have to worry about anyone else. She doesn't have to compromise or be subservient to anyone, and she has her biggest advantage: her personal space.

She can live as she pleases; that is the ultimate luxury in the apocalypse.

Back at the villa, I closed the door, shutting myself off from everything outside.

She slipped into the space, breathing in the fresh, warm air, feeling every pore on her body relax and open up.

She casually grabbed a box of ice cream and slowly ate it, the cool and sweet taste making her squint her eyes in satisfaction.

On the other side, Huo Zhanting acted quickly.

He personally led a team of absolutely trustworthy confidants, and following the location Mo Chenchen had indicated, they indeed found a mountain of white barrels in the hidden cave behind the mountain. When they opened them, they found that the barrels were filled with clear, odorless clean water!

Even Huo Zhanting, who was well-traveled and knowledgeable, was taken aback by this display of skill.

He immediately ordered the water to be secretly transported back to their core warehouse and placed under strict guard.

The water was privately divided among several high-ranking officers, their families, and some core combat personnel, and no one made a fuss about it.

As for the seawater distributed at the base, it was still the same purified seawater with an unremovable fishy smell.

Such differential treatment is perfectly normal in a resource-scarce apocalypse.

Mo Chenchen quickly obtained the weapon she wanted.

Fifty well-maintained standard-issue pistols, and a sufficient quantity of ammunition.

After verifying that everything was in order, she stored most of the weapons in her spatial storage, leaving only two in a secluded spot in the villa for emergencies.

On the surface, both sides seemed satisfied with the deal.