Lu Ningfei bought many things at once in 10 days in country A, variety of clothes, medicines, food, etc
After getting the weapons from Country A, He returned home.
He visited a children's toy store, where the cashier, a young woman with bright pink hair, raised an eyebrow at his request.
"You want 1,000 stuffed animals, 1,000 sets of building blocks, and 1,000 board games? Are you planning to open a daycare?"
Lu Ningfei flashed her a winning smile.
"Actually, I'm organizing a massive charity event for underprivileged children. We're giving away toys to kids all across the city."
The cashier's expression softened, and she nodded approvingly.
"That's so sweet! Let me get that sorted for you."
After doing all this he went to buy vehicles.
Lu Ningfei was exhausted. He had spent the entire day combing through various shops, warehouses, and suppliers, gathering an enormous assortment of goods
He still needs to arrange the things in all those warehouses too before putting them away.
Then he suddenly thought of hiring someone and arranging those things in shelves or cardboard for him and he can pay them a handsome amount.
Lu Ningfei was barely holding on to consciousness. His muscles ached, and the weight of all the decisions he had made throughout the day pressed heavily on his mind.
He decided to hire someone tomorrow and he should return home now.
When he finally returned home, the familiar sight of the sprawling mansion greeted him with irritation.
Yet, despite its grandeur, it felt cold and hollow, a gilded cage where he was surrounded by people who couldn't care less about him. People like his so-called family.
He was just about to slip quietly to his room when a voice called out, stopping him in his tracks.
He was just thinking why his day today had no sort of bad luck and here it is walking to him.
"Hey, Brother fei! Come here for a second!"
Suppressing a groan, Lu Ningfei turned to see Si Qin, his stepbrother, lounging casually at the bottom of the grand staircase. Si Qin had that infuriating smirk on his face, the one that suggested he had just come up with some new way to make Lu Ningfei's life more difficult.
Lu Ningfei rolled his eyes, feeling a wave of irritation swept over him. He really didn't have the energy for Si Qin's nonsense right now.
But before he could tell his stepbrother to shove him off, Si Qin strutted over to him, eyes gleaming with the arrogance of someone who thought the world revolved around him.
"Buy me a sports car."
Si Qin demanded as if he were asking for something as trivial as a cup of tea.
"I've been eyeing this limited-edition Lamborghini. It's just my style. You can afford it, can't you?"
Lu Ningfei's first instinct was to flatly refuse.
The last thing he wanted to do was indulge Si Qin's spoiled whims. He had just spent an entire day preparing for the end of the world, and the idea of splurging on something as frivolous as a sports car was laughable. His mind was filled with images of canned goods, water purifiers, and weaponry, all essential for survival—not flashy toys for a spoiled brat.
But just as the words of rejection were about to leave his mouth, a thought struck him.
The apocalypse was coming, and it was coming fast. In two months, the world as they knew it would be plunged into chaos. Perhaps, Lu Ningfei mused, it wouldn't be so bad to let Si Qin enjoy what little time he had left in blissful ignorance. After all, Ningfei had nothing to lose by indulging him.
With a tired sigh, Lu Ningfei nodded.
"Fine. Tomorrow, I'll take you to get your sports car."
Si Qin blinked, clearly caught off guard by the easy agreement. His surprise quickly gave way to smug satisfaction, his smirk widening as he chuckled to himself.
"Well, it's about time you did something useful around here. It's only natural for you to buy things for your little brother, right?"
Lu Ningfei rolled his eyes internally, too exhausted to care about Si Qin's self-importance. He simply nodded, letting the younger man bask in his imagined victory.
"Sure. Whatever you say."
Si Qin strutted off, still laughing to himself, leaving Lu Ningfei alone in the dimly lit hallway.
As soon as his stepbrother was out of sight, Ningfei allowed himself a small, bitter smile. Si Qin had no idea what was coming, no idea that his shiny new sports car would soon be as useless as a toy. The thought was almost enough to make Lu Ningfei laugh out loud, but he was too tired for that.
Instead, he trudged up the stairs to his room, where he collapsed onto his bed without even bothering to undress.
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Meanwhile, across the city in a vast, elegant mansion that made even Lu Ningfei's home look modest by comparison, the atmosphere was tense.
The Shen family, one of the most powerful and influential families in the country, was gathered in the grand master bedroom, their expressions ranging from concern to indifference as they watched over the eldest son, Shen Zhiling.
Shen Zhiling, the eldest young master, lay unconscious in the massive four-poster bed, his face pale and drenched with sweat.
He had collapsed the previous night, and ever since then, he had been burning with a fever that refused to break. The family doctor, an elderly man with years of experience, was at a loss. He had administered every medication he could think of, but nothing seemed to be working.
Beside the bed stood Shen Zhilan, the third young master of the Shen family. His normally calm and composed face was etched with worry as he watched his elder brother's shallow breathing.
Shen Zhilan was known for his gentlemanly demeanor, always composed and considerate, but seeing his brother in such a vulnerable state was testing his limits.
"Doctor, is there nothing else you can do?"
Shen Zhilan asked, his voice tight with anxiety.
"There must be something—anything—that can help."
The doctor sighed, shaking his head.
"I've done everything I can, young master. The fever is too high, and none of the medications are having an effect. At this point, we can only wait and see if his body can fight it off on its own."
Shen Zhilan clenched his fists, feeling a wave of helplessness wash over him. He had always looked up to his elder brother, who had been a guiding force in the family.
To see him laid low like this, powerless against an illness that shouldn't have been so severe, was more than disheartening—it was terrifying.
On the other side of the room, leaning against the doorframe, was Shen Zhiwei, the second young master. In stark contrast to Zhilan's worry, Zhiwei seemed entirely unconcerned by the situation. His carefree, almost flippant attitude was on full display as he munched on a bag of snacks, his expression one of mild interest rather than genuine concern.
"Zhilan, you're going to worry yourself sick if you keep fretting like that."
Shen Zhiwei said around a mouthful of chips.
"Big brother's tough. He'll pull through."
Shen Zhilan shot his brother a disapproving look.
"How can you be so relaxed at a time like this? Brother is seriously ill."
Zhiwei shrugged, unbothered by his brother's scolding.
"Hey, I'm just saying there's no use getting all worked up. If the doctor says we have to wait, then we have to wait. Stressing out won't make him better any faster."
Zhilan opened his mouth to argue, but before he could say anything, their father, Shen Tianming, walked into the room. The patriarch of the Shen family was a tall, imposing figure with an air of authority that commanded respect. His normally stern expression softened slightly as he looked at his eldest son, lying unconscious on the bed.
"How is he?"
Shen Tianming asked the doctor, his voice steady despite the tension in the room.
The doctor bowed slightly before replying.
"Master Shen, I regret to inform you that the fever has not subsided. I've administered every medication available, but none of them seem to be effective. At this point, we can only monitor his condition and hope that his body is strong enough to overcome the illness."
Shen Tianming's expression darkened, though he kept his emotions in check.
"I see. Thank you, doctor. Please stay nearby in case anything changes."