The Villainous Female Side Character Pretends to Be an Omega in the Apocalypse and Raises a Cat - Chapter 10

The drizzle outside the window continued incessantly, with no sign of stopping anytime soon.

Chi Yingdong stood by the window for a long while before letting out a deep sigh.

If it weren’t for the zombies, such a drizzly day would have seen countless unfortunate workers rushing to their workplaces.

Sitting on the sofa, Chi Yingdong leaned halfway against the armrest and beckoned to the little cat.

“Come here,” Chi Yingdong called.

Meng Qinghe turned her head in response, her gaze lingering on Chi Yingdong’s face for a moment before she leaped onto the sofa.

Snuggling against Chi Yingdong’s thigh, Meng Qinghe lay on her back, comfortably sprawled out like a languid lounger.

Meng Qinghe thought to herself, the matter of her understanding human speech was probably behind them now.

The two of them, one human, one cat, cozily nestled on the sofa.

Before long, Meng Qinghe grew bored and began to space out, idly staring at the ceiling and occasionally waving her little paws.

Noticing the cat’s boredom, Chi Yingdong thought for a moment before taking a tablet out of her storage space.

After unlocking the tablet, she handed it to Meng Qinghe. “Go play.”

At the sight of the tablet, Meng Qinghe’s eyes instantly lit up.

Having been away from electronic devices for so long, the sudden opportunity to play made the small tablet feel like a rare treasure to her.

Meng Qinghe switched between various apps before finally settling on a match-three puzzle game, engrossed in the little pastime.

Seeing the cat so absorbed, Chi Yingdong pulled out her phone, browsed Weibo for a while to catch up on the latest news, and then switched to WeChat.

When one has nothing to do, it’s easy to notice things that usually go overlooked.

Chi Yingdong’s gaze fell on the homeowners’ group chat, trying to recall when she had joined it.

She was one of the first homeowners in the complex and had joined the group early on.

Later, as more residents moved in, new members joined the group daily, and the constant barrage of messages became so annoying that she muted the notifications.

Looking at the red notification dot on the group chat, Chi Yingdong opened it.

Now, with zombies roaming outside, everyone was holed up indoors, barricading their doors and seeking a sliver of safety.

The homeowners’ group was more active than ever, with messages flooding in one after another, all discussing the apocalypse.

Chi Yingdong suddenly felt that the group wasn’t entirely useless.

She felt relieved that she hadn’t left the group back then, as it now served as a way to learn about the current situation of other residents.

To pass the time, Chi Yingdong scrolled through the chat history, starting from the first message sent early that morning.

In the group, the earliest mention of the apocalypse came from a male homeowner whose group nickname was “Unit 802, Building 3.”

“Can anyone save me?”

“I tried calling the police and the ambulance, but none of the calls went through.”

“My wife has turned into a monster and is now banging on my bedroom door.”

Several messages in a row conveyed his palpable fear.

Perhaps worried that others in the group wouldn’t believe him, Unit 802, Building 3, quickly sent a voice message.

Chi Yingdong played the voice message. The sound of frantic banging on the door and the agitated growls of a zombie echoed in her ears.

The message ended with the man’s desperate, terrified plea: “Save me.”

The first to reply to Unit 802, Building 3, was his neighbor, Unit 803, Building 3.

The homeowner of Unit 803, Building 3, owned a Shiba Inu. The little dog, who had already gone to sleep with its owner, was startled awake by the noise from Unit 802 and began barking anxiously.

Unable to calm the dog down, the irritated homeowner, now wide awake, sent an angry voice message in the group, cursing loudly.

“What the hell is your family doing?! My dog was scared pissless! If you’re going to fight, at least pick a reasonable time. Are you an Alpha or an Omega? You must be an Omega, all weak and pathetic. Hurry up and get your wife to shut up, it’s the middle of the night, and people are trying to sleep!”

Even though the response was hostile, the resident in Unit 802, Building 3 didn’t get angry. Instead, they replied earnestly, “I’m really not lying. Her eyes have turned completely white. Can you please come and help me?”

The neighbor in Unit 803, frustrated that 802 kept insisting there was a monster, cursed in the group chat and gritted his teeth. “Fine, I’m coming over now. If you’re lying to me, you’re done for.”

Scrolling further down, another homeowner shared news about the apocalypse outbreak, explaining that some people had a chance of turning into monsters. The forwarded news stirred up the lurkers in the group, and everyone began tagging 802 and 803, asking if they were still alive.

In stark contrast to the concern and worry, the resident in Unit 503, Building 4 posted a video showing neatly stacked boxes of self-heating hot pots. Though their face wasn’t visible, their tone was full of pride. “Lucky I have a habit of stockpiling. I’ve got twenty boxes of these at home, enough to last me half a year. I’m sure the government will have these monsters under control by then.”

After 503’s post, other homeowners began sharing their own stockpile situations, turning it into a competition.

Unit 901, Building 6 posted a video of their storage room. “My mom’s retired and can’t stand being idle. Yesterday morning, she rushed to the supermarket and grabbed two baskets of eggs. She also took advantage of a sale and bought three big bags of rice. That should keep us going for a long time.”

Not to be outdone, Unit 405, Building 2 chimed in, “We’ve been growing cabbage on our balcony. It’ll be ready to harvest in the next couple of days. We’ll pickle it, and it’ll last us quite a while.”

Chi Yingdong found their boasting utterly ridiculous. In peaceful times, such displays would be harmless, after all, no one would covet such inexpensive food. But now, in the midst of an apocalypse, supplies would only grow scarcer. Those who revealed their locations and stockpiles wouldn’t enjoy peace for much longer. Curious, Chi Yingdong decided he’d check in on the group chat daily to lurk.

“Meow!”

Meng Qinghe’s sudden noise interrupted Chi Yingdong’s train of thought. He turned to see what the kitten was up to, only catching a glimpse of its fluffy head. Leaning slightly to get a better view of the tablet, he saw a “Perfect Clear” game results screen. The kitten tapped the screen with its paw, and the display shifted to show generous in-game rewards, one of which was “Unlimited Stamina for 30 Minutes.”

Chi Yingdong noticed the kitten’s paws had become much more agile than before, its chubby pads swiping and tapping with precision and speed.

Shifting his attention back, Chi Yingdong quickly scrolled through the group chat, skimming the messages. The discussions were all more or less the same, complaints, fear, and pleas for help. However, 802 and 803 never appeared in the chat again, and the other residents seemed to have moved on, distracted by other matters.

His eyes darkening, Chi Yingdong closed WeChat. Listening carefully to the rain outside, he felt too lazy to go out. But remembering that the rain would only get heavier and wouldn’t stop for a month, he reconsidered.

In the end, she decided to take advantage of the light rain to collect supplies from the previously scouted locations. Only by storing them in her space could she truly feel at ease.

Chi Yingdong poked the kitten’s round, plump little bottom. “Stop playing around. We need to go out again.”

“Meow!!”

The kitten refused, shaking its head like a rattle drum.

Chi Yingdong put on a stern face, refusing to accept the kitten’s rejection. “Your refusal is invalid. If you don’t come out with me, I’ll confiscate your tablet.”

Meng Qinghe hadn’t played with a phone or tablet in so long. Now that she finally had one, she was utterly enamored. Chi Yingdong’s words had hit her where it hurt.

The kitten glanced at the tablet, then at Chi Yingdong, preparing for one last struggle.

Meng Qinghe looked at Chi Yingdong with pitiful eyes, her front paws clasped together in a pleading gesture as she shook them slightly.

Chi Yingdong held her forehead, truly amused and exasperated.

She sighed helplessly, “Can’t you have a little more dignity?”

The answer, of course, was no.

In her kitten form, Meng Qinghe no longer held any expectations of turning back into a human and had completely let herself go.

Meng Qinghe stared innocently at Chi Yingdong, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, silently accusing Chi Yingdong of scolding her.

Though she knew the kitten was pretending, Chi Yingdong’s heart softened. She compromised, “Fine, if you don’t want to go, just stay home and behave.”

Meng Qinghe nodded her little head obediently. “Meow!”

Watching Chi Yingdong turn to change her clothes, Meng Qinghe hugged the tablet tightly. What could be more blissful than playing with a tablet at home on a rainy day?

After changing, Chi Yingdong came out and saw the ungrateful little creature hunched over, engrossed in her tablet without sparing her a single glance. She deliberately made some noise.

When the kitten still didn’t turn around, Chi Yingdong spoke up to remind her, “I’m heading out.”

Meng Qinghe turned her head and let out a soft meow to show she understood.

What a little tyrant!!

Chi Yingdong stepped out of the house, glanced up at the hidden camera in the corner of the wall, and headed for the express delivery hub.

Compared to traveling with the kitten, she felt much bolder when alone.

If any zombies blocked her path, Chi Yingdong would mercilessly step on the gas and run them over.

Having scouted the route in advance, she knew it like the back of her hand. Skillfully avoiding streets with heavy foot traffic, like those near bars, she quickly drove to the express delivery hub.

She got out of the car decisively and entered the hub.

Located in a low-lying area, the ground inside the hub was already covered with a layer of water.

The apocalypse had struck during the Double Eleven shopping festival, when online purchases surged, causing the express delivery hub to overflow with packages.

Some of the packages were large and stacked against the walls. The shipping boxes bore prominent brand logos of familiar home appliance brands, making it easy to guess their contents.

Smaller parcels, whether boxed or bagged, were piled into small mountains.

It was impossible to tell what was inside just from the packaging, making unwrapping them feel like opening mystery boxes.

After collecting all the packages in the warehouse, Chi Yingdong didn’t pause and headed straight for the parking lot outside.

Several large trucks stood quietly in the parking lot.

Chi Yingdong swiftly opened the truck doors to find them filled with unsorted parcels.

While collecting the last truckload, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that this truck was entirely filled with generators!!

Before the apocalypse, high-quality generators were exorbitantly priced, costing nearly a million yuan each. She had only managed to stockpile one.

Now, dozens of generators had appeared before her eyes without any warning, what an unexpected delight!

Take them! Take them all!!

After leaving the express delivery hub, Chi Yingdong hurried straight to the granary, as well as food processing factories producing instant noodles, biscuits, and other supplies.

Wherever she went, she swept all the resources clean.

Unconsciously, the sky darkened, and the rain seemed to be intensifying. Chi Yingdong decided to head home.

For the next period of time, she wouldn’t go out to collect supplies again.

Returning to the residential complex, she found it cold and deserted. Only a few scattered households had their lights on, and the silence in the darkness felt eerily quiet.

Chi Yingdong walked briskly toward her building. Although there was an elevator inside, she still chose to take the stairs.

Affected by the rainy weather, the stairwell was filled with a damp, unpleasant smell. She quickened her pace.

As she opened the door to her home, Meng Qinghe rushed over like a little cannonball, throwing himself into her arms.

This was something Chi Yingdong hadn’t expected, she had assumed the little one was still carefreely playing games.