Post-Apocalyptic Wasteland: The Female Protagonist Has Become a God

Chapter 116 From Rich Woman to Debtor

Han Jie carried Cang Xingyue to room 02 in the special zone and used the key on her wristband to open the door.

He entered the room and walked to the sofa. Just as he was about to throw Cang Xingyue off, she woke up and jumped off his back.

"Where am I?" She squinted her sleepy eyes, looked around blankly, and asked Han Jie, whose face was ashen with anger.

Han Jie took a few deep breaths, suppressing the anger that had almost killed him.

"You little brat, you know how to wake up at the right time! I was running and stumbling all the way here and you didn't wake up, but now that we're home you're awake!" Han Jie said angrily.

"This is my home?" She caught the key words in his words.

"Yes! The base commander assigned you this place!" Han Jie plopped down on the sofa angrily.

Sensing his anger, Cang Xingyue smiled and coaxed him, "Thank you for bringing me back, Brother Han. You've had a hard time."

Hearing her thanks, Han Jie's anger subsided considerably, though he still gave a haughty snort.

"Let me pour you a glass of water." He picked up the teapot from the coffee table and aimed it at the glass, but after shaking it, not a single drop came out. Instead, he knocked the teapot lid off, and it landed on the table with a thud.

"There's...no water..."

Han Jie chuckled at her embarrassed expression, "Everything here is new. You just moved in, no wonder there's no water in the teapot."

"makes sense."

Han Jie took a folded piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and handed it to her. "This is a base map. New residents will be given one. Take the map and familiarize yourself with the base."

Cang Xingyue unfolded the map, which clearly marked residential areas, commercial areas, escape exits, and so on.

Han Jie got up from the sofa. "If there's nothing else, I'll head back. I still need to keep an eye on things at the arena."

"Alright, Brother Han, take care." Cang Xingyue saw him to the door.

System: "Congratulations to Xingyue for completing the mission and gaining 1 survival point."

"A survival mission has been triggered. Make a living in the base and earn 10,000 base coins. The mission reward is 1 survival point."

Upon hearing this mission, Cang Xingyue was instantly stunned. She needed to make a living in the base? It wasn't like she was out in the wild fighting monsters. As for base currency…

"Don't I already have hundreds of thousands of Base Coins? Do I still need to earn more?"

Having served as a base commander, he had no shortage of base currency.

"Hehe, that's Dongliu's base currency. It can't be used in Nanqi. The currencies of the five bases aren't interchangeable."

The system's words struck her like a thunderbolt, freezing her in place and causing her mind to wander.

She worked so hard for so long, and it all came to nothing?

Can a rich woman become a poor woman simply by changing her location?

Cang Xingyue sighed. She could always earn more base coins. The most important thing now was to catch up on some sleep.

She locked the door and went into the wooden house in the space.

The accommodation assigned to her by the base was luxurious, but because it was brand new, it was inconvenient because it lacked certain things. Her accommodation in her own space was much better, as it had everything she needed.

Cang Xingyue took a quick hot shower and then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

night.

A residential building in Area A.

Zhao Xuer sat at the dining table, her gaze fixed on the clock on the wall. The hour hand had already pointed to eleven, and the carefully prepared food on the table had long since lost its warmth.

With a last glimmer of hope, she glanced at the tightly closed outer door, but the person she was waiting for still hadn't arrived.

Her expectations turned into disappointment. She picked up her chopsticks numbly and began stuffing the cold food into her mouth, bite after bite.

As she ate, tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks into her mouth. The warm tears mixed with the cold food, and she tasted a hint of saltiness.

She swallowed the salty taste, just as she had swallowed countless disappointments.

She angrily threw her chopsticks on the table, covered her face with her hands, and sobbed softly.

"Dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

Zhao Xuer lowered her hand and looked at the door. "Who is it?"

"It's me," Fang Yanqing's voice came from outside.

Upon hearing this sound, Zhao Xuer's gloom vanished. She quickly wiped away her tears and neatly arranged the messy bowls and chopsticks.

With a smile on her face, she quickly walked over and opened the door. "Yan Qing, you're here. Why didn't you use your key to open the door?"

Fang Yanqing said as he walked in, "I left my keys at home."

Zhao Xuer closed the door, walked to his side, took the coat he had taken off, and hung it on the hanger.

"Yan Qing, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? The food's all cold. I'll go heat it up for you."

"Hmm." He sat down at the dining table.

Zhao Xuer walked up to him and reached for the dishes on the table.

Fang Yanqing's gaze fell on her face, and when he saw her red eyes, he frowned almost imperceptibly.

"You cried?"

Zhao Xuer lowered her head in a panic and denied it outright: "No."

Fang Yanqing lifted her chin, bringing her face directly to him so he could see her more clearly.

“You’re lying.” He directly exposed her lie.

"Why are you crying?" he asked seriously.

Zhao Xuer felt a pang of grievance, and tears welled up in her eyes. She turned her back to him and said, "It's nothing, I just got some chili in my eyes while cooking."

Fang Yanqing glanced at the dishes on the table; not a single one contained chili peppers.

Seeing him fall silent again, Zhao Xuer couldn't hold back her tears any longer and they streamed down her face once more.

"I was preparing to come over in the evening, but something happened on the way and I was delayed."

He sighed, seemingly helpless, and explained.