Fortune Gets What She Says

Back when she had no one to rely on, even if someone deliberately messed with Jiang Zhaosu, there was nothing she could do.

Having learned too many painful lessons, she had developed a submissive personality.

Whoever pissed her off, she got fluffy.

And Qi Xing's little twisted amusement did not even count as bullying to Jiang Zhaosu.

This man could clearly have killed her outright, yet he had not. He even gave her meat to eat. For now, he could be considered a good person to her.

In order to accept living with Qi Xing from now on, Jiang Zhaosu began skillfully gaslighting herself.

When Qi Xing acted like a person instead of a dog, he was actually somewhat handsome.

Noticing her bad mood, Qi Xing draped an arm around her shoulders and led her to a parking area. He grandly waved at the various luxury cars before them and said, "Fortune, which one do you want to drive? Pick whatever you like! Big brother will take you for a spin."

That was about the only good thing about the apocalypse.

Everyone was fighting for survival. Food, which people had once barely cared about, had become the most precious thing, while luxury cars and villas—things that once symbolized status and were pursued at all costs—had become disposable possessions.

Qi Xing's words made Jiang Zhaosu's eyes light up.

That was right, it was the apocalypse now!

She no longer had to worry about not having money to buy a house or ending up homeless on the streets!

She could make Zero-Dollar Purchases from any shop on the street, drive whatever car she wanted from a garage, and stay at any Five-Star Hotel she pleased.

Wasn't this the life she had always dreamed of?!

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaosu's mood instantly improved.

"Aw aw aw!"

Jiang Zhaosu perked up, stiffly swiveling her little head as she looked around for a car she liked.

When she spotted a bright red convertible sports car, Jiang Zhaosu gave an excited howl and pattered over on her short little legs. Pressing herself against it, she took a blissful deep breath.

Ah, the scent of money!

Blech...

It was all dust.

It scratched her throat.

Jiang Zhaosu had eaten too much meat earlier. One cough nearly made her puke.

Meanwhile, Qi Xing searched the cars one by one for gasoline.

In the apocalypse, gasoline was also in short supply.

But it was somewhat different from food.

Ordinary people usually did not think to stockpile gasoline. When they needed it, they were more inclined to go directly to a gas station.

In an age overrun by zombies, searching through cars one by one in a parking lot was undoubtedly a dangerous, troublesome, and thankless method.

Still, there were no shortage of bold and careful people willing to do it.

Just like Qi Xing right now.

He searched very carefully, and his luck was not bad either. He actually found two cases in the trunk of a car parked in some remote corner.

Qi Xing carried the gasoline over to find Jiang Zhaosu, only to see that she had already climbed into a convertible Mercedes.

Convertibles usually sat very low to the ground. With her two little hands in Cotton Gloves gripping the car window, Jiang Zhaosu poked out her small head. Her two bright black round eyes looked at him expectantly as she let out an excited roar from her throat.

"Woo-hoo-hoo!"

Oh-ho-ho, I want this one!

"Fortune," Qi Xing called helplessly, "you really don't care whether I live or die, do you?"

He had told Jiang Zhaosu to pick a car, but he had not expected her to choose such an attention-grabber.

Driving a convertible in the apocalypse—was she trying to deliver takeout to zombies who had trouble moving, or did she think he had lived too long?

Of course, Jiang Zhaosu knew that the car she had chosen only looked good and was not safe at all.

But so what?

She was a zombie. Zombies would not bite her.

Even if zombies climbed in through the windows, they would only attack Qi Xing.

Qi Xing was no good anyway. It would not be a pity if zombies bit him to death. Maybe he could even turn into a zombie and keep her company!

"Aw aw aw!"

This one! I want this one!

Jiang Zhaosu roared at Qi Xing. Her little hands, tucked inside her Cotton Gloves, clung tightly to the car window like a child who had spotted a beloved toy.

Seeing how obedient she had been earlier, not even resisting when he put on the Bite Restrainer, Qi Xing agreed in the end.

"Fine."

After filling the cool convertible he had carefully selected for Jiang Zhaosu with gas, Qi Xing got into the driver's seat. Jiang Zhaosu watched him fiddle with something a few times, and he actually started the sports car without a key.

Jiang Zhaosu was dumbfounded.

He clearly looked like some young master who had never touched so much as spring water with his fingers, so why was he so good at sneaky, criminal things?

That skill of his was criminal. Very criminal.

The tires scraped against the ground. Under Qi Xing's control, the sports car let out a low roar like a beast slowly opening its eyes.

Qi Xing raised his brows. "Oh? This car isn't even broken. It still runs."

Seeing the pleased smile curl across the man's lips, Jiang Zhaosu did not know why, but a chill crept up her spine.

After stiffly turning her little head to think for a moment, Jiang Zhaosu tremblingly stretched out her round, mitten-like hands wrapped in Cotton Gloves, pinched the seat belt, and laboriously buckled herself in.

Sure enough, when Qi Xing gave the steering wheel a cool one-handed spin and nearly drifted the car out of the parking lot, the seat belt immediately served its proper purpose, effectively preventing Jiang Zhaosu from smashing face-first into the windshield.

Once they were on the road, Jiang Zhaosu's mind was filled with only one sentence.

Aaaaaaaaaah!

It was sandblasting her with wind!!!

What normal person raced through a city like this?!

Even if it was the apocalypse and they no longer needed to obey traffic lights, Qi Xing's driving was a little too wild.

He did not follow any traffic rules at all. Relying on the sports car's excellent performance, he accelerated all the way, charging straight ahead.

Just moments ago, he had pretended to be weak and said he was afraid of encountering zombies. Yet when they really did run into zombies, Qi Xing did not avoid them—he simply accelerated and ran them over!

Along the way, Jiang Zhaosu watched helplessly as her zombie companions lunged at their car one after another, only for Qi Xing to send them flying six or seven meters away.

Before they could even get back up, this man with a beautiful outer shell and the heart of a beast mercilessly drove over them again, splattering brains and blood everywhere.

The cruel scene, like a hell for corpses, was so horrific that Jiang Zhaosu's scalp went numb and her entire body turned cold. Her lips trembled uncontrollably as she repeatedly chanted in her heart:

"Thousands of roads may lie ahead; safety comes first.

Drive improperly, and your loved ones will weep."

Jiang Zhaosu had no loved ones, so she shed two lines of tears herself.

But before her tears could roll down her cheeks, the fierce, biting wind dried them away.

If this had been an ordinary car, it probably could not have reached their current speed. Even if it could, Jiang Zhaosu could still have pressed the button to close the windows and made herself more comfortable.

But unfortunately, this was the convertible sports car Jiang Zhaosu had carefully picked out.

The brightly colored red sports car streaked through the empty streets like an arrow released from its bow. The buildings lining both sides of the road flew past them like frames from a movie, rapidly left behind.

At such speed, Jiang Zhaosu in the passenger seat could barely keep her eyes open against the raging wind.

The only sound in her ears was the howling wind. Jiang Zhaosu shrieked in terror while clutching her face with her hands, afraid that the rotting flesh on it would not survive the wind's assault and be blown away.

And damned Qi Xing, seeing her in such a state, smiled even more deeply and shouted at her, "Fortune, are you having fun riding in the sports car?!"

"Aw aw aw aw!"

Jiang Zhaosu roared back.

Stop already! Several chunks of rotting flesh had fallen off her face. She was about to be blown into the White Bone Spirit!

"Oh?" Qi Xing tilted his head at her. "Fortune says it's not fast enough? Go faster?"

"Okay!"

Qi Xing nodded. His beautiful Fox Eyes narrowed slightly as he indulgently replied, "Fortune gets what she says."

Qi Xing stomped the accelerator to the floor, and the engine let out an even fiercer roar.

Jiang Zhaosu screamed and howled in zombie language, "Aww—"

You really are a beast!