I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Just as Wang Wei was about to put down his phone, WeChat notifications started ringing incessantly.

Qianmengxun.

"Where's breakfast?"

My best friend and I are both hungry.

"?"

"answer!"

"!!!"

A series of questions, with an air of self-righteousness between the lines.

Wang Wei stared at those few lines of text, feeling nothing but disgust.

As the saying goes, you can't hide the look in someone's eyes when they want to kill them!

If Qian Mengxun hadn't asked him to foresee the disaster, would he have kept his promise and made his prophecy public?

He wouldn't have been forced to his death later!

What's even more ridiculous is that Wang Wei had been chasing Qian Mengxun for three years before the global catastrophe.

For three years, Qian Mengxun neither agreed nor refused, keeping him hanging on like that.

It wasn't until a global catastrophe struck and Wang Wei became known as a "prophet" that Qian Mengxun officially agreed to become his girlfriend.

Looking back now, Wang Wei feels he was blind back then.

In his previous life, he hadn't realized that he was just a dispensable backup option for Qian Mengxun.

I've been licking for nothing for three years!

At that moment, in a tea break area of ​​an office building, three women were gathered together.

Qian Mengxun, and her two best friends—Lin Nan and Chu Lian.

"Mengxun, did your personal delivery guy go on strike today?" Lin Nan stirred her empty coffee cup with a spoon, her tone undisguisedly mocking.

Chu Lian immediately chimed in, "Exactly! What happened to the promised daily loving breakfast? Meng Xun, you're really bad at training this backup boyfriend; your service awareness has seriously declined!"

Qian Mengxun felt a little embarrassed listening to her two best friends' complaints, which were going on in unison.

Wang Wei failed to deliver breakfast on time today, causing her to lose face in front of her best friend.

This simp, who usually replies instantly and is always available, what's wrong with him today?

In fact, Qian Mengxun didn't think much of Wang Wei.

A monthly salary of 20,000? That's barely enough to be considered a lowly middle-class guy, not good enough for a fairy like her.

But how can a fairy not have a few backup suitors?

Especially someone like Wang Wei, who is always available, never complains, and is willing to spend money as a backup option.

Qian Mengxun enjoys this feeling of being admired.

But today, she was very unhappy.

"Maybe something came up unexpectedly." Qian Mengxun picked up her coffee, took a sip, and maintained her composure. "It's just breakfast, why are you all in such a hurry?"

"Oh, oh, oh, so you're protecting him now?" Lin Nan scoffed. "I think he's just spoiled! Meng Xun, you can't let him off easily today. You have to make him treat you to dinner tonight to apologize and teach him a lesson!"

"That's right!" Chu Lian's eyes lit up. "Give him a chance to make amends, and that simp will be eternally grateful, practically begging for money!"

Qian Mengxun nodded slightly, as if bestowing a favor: "Well, let's see how he performs."

She picked up her phone, ready to send another message that was both coquettish and subtly commanding.

My fingertip had just touched the screen when it suddenly froze.

A glaring red exclamation mark precedes the message.

The message has been sent, but the recipient has rejected it.

It's not a network delay, it's not a bad signal.

It has been deleted.

That simp she "gave a chance to fawn over," how dare he delete her?!

"Mengxun, what's wrong?" Lin Nan sensed something was wrong.

Qian Mengxun's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure: "It's nothing, let's get back to work, we'll deal with him tonight."

Lin Nan and Chu Lian exchanged a glance, but didn't ask any further questions, and got up to return to their workstations.

Qian Mengxun used the excuse of going to the restroom to avoid the two of them, found the number marked "Backup 3" in her contacts, and dialed it directly.

Beep...beep...beep...

"Feed." Wang Wei's voice came from the other end, calm, indifferent, and even with a hint of...apathy?

This was completely unlike the ingratiating and enthusiastic tone she was used to.

Qian Mengxun took a deep breath and spoke with a hint of coquettishness and reproach:

"Wang Wei, what are you doing? What's wrong with WeChat? Nan Nan and I are waiting for breakfast, we're starving."

She deliberately mentioned her best friend, implying that he had embarrassed her in front of others, a tactic that usually made him apologize immediately and try to make amends.

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone.

Then, Wang Wei's voice rang out again.

There was no apology, no panic, only a chilling calm that sent a chill down her spine, and even a faint hint of mockery.

"Qian Mengxun," Wang Wei called her by her full name, "Your breakfast is none of my business."

beep - beep - beep -

The busy signal rang out crisply and decisively.

Qian Mengxun stood frozen in place, holding her phone.

After a long pause, she gripped her phone tightly and gritted her teeth:

"You damn simp! Once I find a better backup, even if you beg me on your knees, I won't give you a chance to fawn over me!"

On the other end, Wang Wei turned off his phone and threw it into his bag.

He stood by the window, looking at the bustling streets outside.

In his past life, how much money did he spend on Qian Mengxun?

Breakfast, lunch, dinner, milk tea, gifts, holiday red envelopes—over three years, it's easily over 100,000 yuan.

She accepted it without a second thought, treating herself like a devoted admirer.

In this lifetime, he will not spend a single penny more.

Not only will he not spend the money, he also wants to watch her die!

In his previous life, Qian Mengxun survived the early stages of the cataclysm and awakened an S-class ice-type ability, which allowed him to live a prosperous life.

In this lifetime, Wang Wei will watch her struggle in despair and die in disaster.

None of my old acquaintances will have an easy time.

He wanted to watch them, in the apocalypse, eke out their most "spectacular" farewell.

"Six more days," Wang Wei muttered, turned and went into the bedroom, took out his identification and property certificate, and left.

As he approached the entrance of the residential compound, he instinctively thought of hailing a taxi, but then stopped.

Still taking a taxi?

That's so cheap.

He turned on his phone and located the largest Mercedes-Benz 4S store in the east of the city.

Twenty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of the Mercedes-Benz 4S store.

Wang Wei got out of the car, his ordinary casual clothes contrasting sharply with the gleaming glass curtain wall in front of him.

He walked straight to the black Mercedes-Benz S-Class in the center of the showroom and reached out to stroke the smooth surface of the car.

This S650L costs nearly 1.5 million yuan after taxes and fees.

A young salesperson approached him, her gaze sweeping over his casual attire, and her smile faded slightly.

"Sir, this car is quite expensive. You can check out the entry-level model first—"

"This one is the one." Wang Wei interrupted him.

A hint of surprise flashed in the salesperson's eyes, but he quickly began to introduce the car: "This is our latest S650L four-wheel drive version, equipped with a 5.0T inline eight-cylinder engine..."

Wang Wei ignored the parameters and directly opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.

The interior exudes luxury – Burmester sound system, massive dual screens, exquisite leather upholstery… it all smells of money.

He got out of the car and looked at the salesperson: "I heard you have a '0 down payment, 48-month installment plan'?"

The salesperson paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, but this plan requires strict verification of the client's qualifications, mainly targeting high-quality individuals."

He specifically emphasized "strict" and "high-quality," the subtext of which is self-evident.

Wang Wei smiled, took a file folder out of his canvas bag, and handed it over.

Inside were his ID card, bank card, and property ownership certificate—although his monthly salary of 20,000 yuan wasn't much, the house in Xingfu Community was worth over a million yuan.

Not long after, a manager approached with a smile: "Mr. Wang, the plan can be processed. We'll handle the paperwork for you now, and you can pick up your car in about two hours."

The manager personally served the best coffee, and the financial specialist ran around handling the paperwork.

Wang Wei sat in the customer lounge, calmly signing documents one by one.

These installment payments do not require any repayment in any installment period.

4S stores are also eager for people to sign up for such high-interest plans.

In conclusion, both parties were very satisfied.

Two hours later, all the formalities were completed.

The temporary license plate was also put on, and they even thoughtfully filled up the gas tank.

The salesperson handed over the car keys with both hands, his smile carrying a hint of ingratiation: "Mr. Wang, the car is ready."

Wang Wei took the keys, started the engine, drove out of the 4S store, and headed straight for the bank.

He planned to use loans to raise funds and supplies before the disaster struck.

Online lending, banks, loan sharks, legitimate and illegitimate.

In short, we'll take every opportunity to masturbate.

As for credit investigation...

It's the apocalypse, what's the point of credit investigation!