WMSR – QT Chapter 122

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 122

By

siofra

Chapter 122: The Senior of the Apocalypse 

The reporting subordinate nodded and departed, quietly pulling the door shut behind him. Through the closing gap, he happened to catch Xiao Yi picking up the registry manifest resting on the desk.

As the door clicked shut, sealing off the interior, the assistant shook his head internally while walking down the corridor. Why on earth does the boss insist on reviewing the new arrival registry every single day? Is there really anything fascinating in that ledger? With his schedule already overloaded, why waste time and energy on such trivial data? If he needs statistical breakdowns, he could simply issue an order for someone else to compile them.

Preoccupied with these thoughts, the capable assistant rounded a corner and crossed paths with a familiar face: a stunning young woman possessing an impeccably flawless visage. However, her ambient aura clearly marked her as an unpowered ordinary human. Logically speaking, ordinary civilians had no business lingering within these high-security administrative zones reserved for base leadership. Yet the assistant betrayed zero surprise upon spotting her, offering a polite, welcoming smile instead.

The woman noticed the assistant, her eyes brightening perceptibly as she quickened her pace, inquiring in a soft, melodic tone: "Pardon me, is Xiao Yi inside his office?"

The assistant nodded. "The boss is in. Are you dropping off his meal? Go right ahead."

"Yes, thank you so much," Qi Yuanyuan replied, bobbing her head eagerly before hurrying forward with her thermal lunchbox in hand.

Watching her retreating silhouette, the assistant offered another quiet mental sigh. Just how did the boss get bewitched? Why favor an ordinary woman? Beauty means nothing in the long run—it’s fine for casual entertainment, but securing the bloodline requires pairing with a female ability wielder. Yet across the years, Xiao Yi remained completely impervious to the female wielders within the base, ignoring all overtures while keeping only an ordinary woman named Qi Yuanyuan in his orbit.

Consequently, though Qi Yuanyuan technically served merely as a domestic caretaker managing the boss's daily living arrangements—functioning essentially as a private cook and cleaner—and Xiao Yi had never once publicly acknowledged a romantic partnership, everyone in the compound naturally assumed their dynamic ran far deeper. The deduction stemmed from the glaring reality that no other woman occupied a closer proximity to the boss, compounded by the fact that Qi Yuanyuan possessed a level of beauty that practically guaranteed salacious speculation.

Naturally, the general public preferred to believe the narrative projected by their own eyes, while the unvarnished truth...

Qi Yuanyuan gently pushed open the heavy door. Confronting the man seated behind the executive desk, she flashed a radiant, eager smile: "I brought your lunch."

Xiao Yi glanced up briefly, nodding in instruction: "Set it down over there."

Qi Yuanyuan carried the container to its designated spot. Protocol dictated that her mission was complete and she should promptly withdraw; yet she lingered, staring at the man who remained hunched over his desk without raising his head, desperately fishing for conversational thread: "What are you reading?"

Stepping forward two paces, she naturally caught sight of the documents spread across Xiao Yi's hands. "Looking at the entry manifest? Are you searching for something specific? Do you need my help?"

Faced with her unsolicited prodding, Xiao Yi angled his body slightly to block her reach, his tone dropping into an icy register: "No need. Leave if you have nothing else to do."

Hearing the strictly professional, glacial dismissal, Qi Yuanyuan bit the inner corner of her lower lip in simmering frustration, yet lacked the courage to erupt. She forced herself to pivot away before her composure shattered entirely.

Observing her departure, Xiao Yi lowered the unread pages and wearily massaged his temples.

Meanwhile, a furious Qi Yuanyuan stomped down the corridor, suppressing the urge to slam her heels into the floor. How many years—five whole years? She had encountered Xiao Yi at the very dawn of the apocalypse and remained pinned to his side ever since. Five years! Though she lacked supernatural abilities, her sweat and endurance warranted recognition. Yet after half a decade by his side—long enough for the entire base to assume she was his official woman—the actual reality of their rigidly professional relationship was something she knew with agonizing clarity.

That precise truth fueled her deepest resentment. For a beautiful woman possessing absolute self-confidence, failing to capture a man's heart after five years of proximity was an intolerable humiliation.

Yet no matter how intensely fury and shame churned within her chest, Qi Yuanyuan never dared display those emotions openly. She couldn't even disabuse the onlookers of their romantic misconceptions because those very misunderstandings had yielded endless practical privileges. Even the base's elite ability wielders treated her with cautious deference. If she actively shattered the illusion by exposing the platonic truth of her standing, she shuddered to imagine how an unpowered civilian lacking external backing would be treated within the compound. All her current social standing and preferential treatment would evaporate instantly—an outcome she simply could not stomach.

Furthermore, Qi Yuanyuan harbored zero intention of abandoning her target. Xiao Yi represented the pinnacle of what she could possibly attain; contrasting him against base members who openly disdained unpowered civilians, Xiao Yi's egalitarian baseline made him infinitely superior.

Moreover, true to external rumor, across all these years Xiao Yi had maintained absolute distance from every other woman, keeping her positioned as the closest female in his life. That reality sustained her persistent optimism.

Calming her turbulent emotions, Qi Yuanyuan smoothed her expression and returned to her equilibrium. Walking back toward the elite District A residential enclave situated directly adjacent to the administrative zone—where Xiao Yi's quarters were located and where her housekeeping duties unfolded—she noticed that the neighborhood felt uncharacteristically bustling. Approaching the detached villa zone, she saw that a property situated a mere two hundred meters from Xiao Yi's residence was a hive of activity: workers were actively sweeping the front courtyard while others hauled furniture inside.

Has someone new moved in here? Qi Yuanyuan paused in sheer curiosity. As was universally understood across all survivor safe zones, residential privileges directly mirrored personal power metrics. District A housed exclusively the base's top-tier ability wielders and executive leadership, maintaining a remarkably stable, static roster. Witnessing fresh occupants moving into the elite sector naturally triggered her inquisitive instincts.

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