It wasn’t until she saw her eldest aunt approaching with a beaming smile that Nan Muran finally felt a little at ease. It seemed the issue wasn’t about this matter after all.

Her right hand brushed over the spot where Xiaoliu was hidden, tapping twice. Xiaoliu understood immediately—this was the signal to go gather information with his little friends.

“Muran is here, come sit,” said the Nan family’s eldest aunt gently. But when she saw Guo Fei behind Nan Muran, her expression immediately changed.

If one were to name the person the Nan family hated most, Guo Fei would be at the top of the list.

If he hadn’t clung to Nan Muran like a guard dog all these years, watching everything so closely, they wouldn’t have had to grovel and coax that girl for so long. And not just her—Guo Fei also had a firm grip on the second brother and the Qiao family’s assets. No matter how they schemed or threatened, it was all in vain.

Guo Fei had always known he wasn’t welcome in the Nan family. But honestly, he was disliked by so many people that the Nan family didn’t even rank on his radar.

Besides, he was here to get things done. If emotions served no purpose, there was no need to care about how others felt.

Looking at the documents prepared in advance by the Nan family’s lawyer, Nan Muran raised an eyebrow slightly. They had clearly worked overnight to set this trap.

Before she could speak, Guo Fei stepped forward and took the documents. After skimming through them, he said seriously, “We’ll need to wait.”

The Nan family’s lawyer wasn’t a stranger to Guo Fei—in fact, no one in the West City’s legal circle didn’t know him. Professional, calm, sharp, capable, and ruthless. The tricks the Nan family had pulled overnight were child’s play in his eyes.

Old Madam Nan and her eldest son Nan Ping were stunned. “Wait for what? The documents are ready. Muran just needs to sign.”

“Before Muran takes over Shenghui, a financial audit must be conducted. Whether it’s profitable or not, whether it has assets or liabilities—there needs to be clarity. That’s the bare minimum.

Even if Shenghui’s valuation has dropped and isn’t worth the three hundred million it was last year, it can’t be a broken shell full of holes.” Guo Fei was blunt and direct, as usual, leaving no room for pretense.

The Nan family’s lawyer remained silent.

Old Madam Nan and Nan Ping’s faces darkened. Guo Fei was clearly a difficult opponent—no wonder the second brother and that old man from the Qiao family entrusted everything to him.

But didn’t they hire a lawyer too?

“You mute or something? Not gonna say a word?” Nan Ping turned to their lawyer.

The lawyer felt wronged. He’d warned them last night—their manipulation of cash flow, inventory funds, and property lease terms was too obvious. But no one listened. And now they were turning to him for answers? What was he supposed to say?

Frustrated, he replied bluntly, “There’s nothing wrong with what Lawyer Guo said.”

“You—” Nan Ping was so furious his hand trembled as he pointed at the lawyer.

“Muran, this is a family matter. Why did you bring him?” Nan Muting, standing to the side, switched targets and complained to Nan Muran with dissatisfaction.

Nan Muran looked embarrassed and said weakly, “Cousin, you know I’ve handed all my money over to Brother Fei. I have to listen to him.”

Just then, Guo Fei received a call.

After listening to the investigation results on the other end, his expression turned cold. “As a large-scale chain supermarket, Shenghui’s daily revenue is around five million. Now there’s not a single cent in the account, and it owes over seventy million to suppliers? How has it not gone bankrupt yet?” These people were truly foolish—their tricks were so superficial, there wasn’t even a need to dig deep.

Nan Muran feigned surprise. “Uncle, Shenghui is going bankrupt?”

“Muran, it’s a total mess. Don’t get involved. If you want to work, just intern at Nanqiao after graduation,” Guo Fei said as he began to pack up the documents, clearly ready to leave.

At the same time, he repeatedly mentioned Nanqiao Group, clearly provoking the already tense nerves of the Nan family.

Nan Muran looked disappointed, her gaze shifting between the Nan family and Guo Fei, as if unsure what to do. “Brother Fei…”

“Muran, be good. We’re not cleaning up other people’s messes,” Guo Fei advised in his usual domineering tone.

The Nan family’s expressions changed drastically. They were certain that Nan Muran couldn’t go against Guo Fei.

Old Madam Nan shot a glare at her eldest daughter-in-law, a clear sign of blame—look at the mess your idea caused.

The eldest aunt muttered internally. That old woman always plays the good cop, acting like they didn’t have the same idea. In the end, I’m just the one who said it out loud.

In the end, the Nan family was forced to agree to clear the 70 million yuan in supplier debt. Only then did Guo Fei reluctantly agree to let Nan Muran sign.

When she signed, the entire Nan family quietly let out a sigh of relief.

In the car leaving the villa district, Guo Fei reminded Nan Muran, “The property rights for the seven Shenghui supermarket locations are all in Old Madam Nan’s name. They also tampered with the lease contracts—they expire at the end of the year. This means Shenghui’s lifeline is still in their hands.”

“It’s okay. I never wanted the properties in the first place,” Nan Muran replied. What she cared about were the goods in the stores and the distribution warehouses behind them. Once the apocalypse hit, everything else would become worthless—especially those concrete shells the old lady was guarding.

Guo Fei chuckled but said nothing. He could tell—Nan Muran had truly grown up. “I sold off all our overseas shares last night, liquidated nine hundred million yuan. I’ll transfer it to you in a bit.

You’ve really decided to sell the Nanqiao shares?”

“Yes, I’ve made up my mind,” Nan Muran said firmly. Though Nanqiao was the fruit of her parents’ years of hard work, once the apocalypse came, clinging to that meant nothing.

Guo Fei couldn’t help but let out a soft “oh.” He was now looking forward to the Nan family’s reaction once they learned about this.

Nan Muran didn’t care about any of that. Her mind was filled with one thing—nine hundred million. She finally had money again. At this moment, the notification sound of the funds arriving couldn’t have sounded more beautiful.

After Guo Fei left, Xiaoliu reported to Nan Muran: Last night, Nan Muting secretly opened the graduation gift that Qi Li had given her. The two had a huge fight afterward, even alarming the elders at the Qi family estate.

Nan Muran was a little curious—what on earth was in that gift to set Nan Muting off like that?

But it was only curiosity. In this life, she would never have anything to do with the Qi family, nor would she ever accept anything from them.

Compared to that, cruising down the road in her little minivan, gathering doomsday supplies, was far more satisfying.

When mealtime came around, Nan Muran continued checking items off her list, collecting food supplies store by store.

As a super big customer, all the shop owners were enthusiastic. They even sent workers to help her load up the minivan, so she barely had to lift a finger.

Nan Muran thought about it and arranged for a few large suppliers to deliver directly to a vacant shopfront she owned.

After finishing her day’s food run, Nan Muran visited a chain electronics store and bought over a hundred tablets, computers, and phones, plus two hundred massive hard drives.

After all, once the apocalypse brought extreme cold, heat, or eternal night, it’d be unbearably boring—you need entertainment to stay sane.

Passing a bookstore along the way, she popped in and began sweeping entire shelves at a time. Once apocalyptic rain flooded in, books would be the first things to get ruined.

Her shopping style stunned the bookstore staff—it was the first time they’d ever seen anyone buy books like that.

Not long after she got home, she received a call from the real estate agent: they’d found that old European-style villa.

Nan Muran couldn’t help but sigh—some things really are best left to the professionals. If she’d searched by herself, she’d probably have died on the mountainside from exhaustion.