Apocalypse: I have a supermarket stocked with supplies-Chapter 235: Tun Tun Mouse

Chapter 235: Tun Tun Mouse

Song Ya was like a bustling mouse, constantly busy, dedicated to filling up the small cave.

She was so busy she had no time to think about Huang Jing or Huang Yu.

It wasn’t until she had filled the cave that she stopped to rest, and only then did she suddenly realize she hadn’t thought about them for a long time.

Ever since she found the cave, she had a sense of urgency; she very much wanted to fill it, so she kept busy.

She couldn’t bear to stop and rest.

Now that it was finally full, she had time.

And it was time to take revenge on that couple of dogs.

Song Ya was full of fighting spirit.

She wasn’t playing anything else.

After filling the cave, she went to the supermarket and bought several small bags of rice.

She carried the rice and went straight there.

Huang Jing wouldn’t let her into the base, driving her out. No one helped her, but she believed that as long as the benefits were significant, someone would take her in.

And indeed, as expected, she gave a small bag of rice to someone and hinted that she had many more supplies, and that man didn’t think twice before taking her in.

After Song Ya got in, she went straight to Huang Jing’s so-called brothers.

Carrying her goods, she sought each one out.

Upon seeing her, Huang Jing’s brothers’ first reaction was to seize her, but upon seeing the rice she brought out, they instantly changed their faces.

She asked for their help, and they verbally said it was not right, that Huang Jing had helped them before and they couldn’t be ungrateful, but as soon as she spoke a few more words, revealing that there would be supplies as a reward after the deed was done, they immediately changed their tune.

“Fair enough, fair enough.”

Every one of them reacted like this.

Song Ya sneered in her heart.

She knew it, how could anyone sincerely stand by a person like Huang Jing, apart from her.

Song Ya easily, just like that, bought off all Huang Jing’s brothers.

Sometimes she even felt that it was a little too easy.

She had doubts whether any among them might secretly inform Huang Jing.

But soon she realized that her suspicion was superfluous—they had no such intentions at all.

In their eyes, there were only supplies.

Huang Jing?

When there were no supplies, he was a good brother.

But supplies were always worth more than Huang Jing.

The thought was, whoever provided supplies was the boss.

Now Song Ya was their boss.

They bowed and scraped before Song Ya, fawning over her.

Song Ya watched and found it both sad and sigh-worthy.

But the revenge had to continue.

She gave them some supplies to get them to send Huang Jing away.

After Huang Jing left, she went to find Huang Yu.

She had been like a mother to Huang Yu for so many years; it shouldn’t be too much to check on her good “daughter” after being away for so long.

When Song Ya arrived, Huang Yu was sitting on the bed, braiding her hair.

Braiding and then undoing, undoing and then braiding.

Back and forth, never satisfied, she sighed and fretted.

Thinking Huang Jing had returned when she heard the door open, Huang Yu turned her head and raised a big smile, “Brother! Why have you suddenly come back… Song Ya?! Why are you here?!”

“Surprised to see me?” Song Ya walked in and sat down on the bed.

She touched the bed beneath her and let out a cold laugh.

“You… weren’t you driven out of the base? How come you’re suddenly back! I know, you must have snuck back in. Since you snuck in, you should keep well hidden. Who gave you the guts to appear before me?” After her surprise, Huang Yu, whether she had figured something out or not, also calmed down.

But her health was poor, and after speaking so much in one breath, she was a bit breathless.

If the old Song Ya were here, she would have rushed forward immediately, serving her water and smoothing things over for her.

“I remember this used to be my house, right? Why can’t I appear here? This is still my room, and even the bed you’re sitting on is mine,” Song Ya said, touching the bed and sneering continuously.

At her words, Huang Yu’s face twisted momentarily.

She either suddenly recalled who used to sleep on this bed or who used to share this bed with whom.

“You’re talking nonsense. This house belongs to my brother, and everything in it is my brother’s. You’ve done nothing, so why claim it’s yours?” Huang Yu’s face contorted even more as she spoke.

Her brother, her most beloved brother, had once shared his bed with this woman.

Each time she saw the two of them getting close, her hatred for Song Ya increased.

Her brother was clearly meant to be hers.

Song Ya, this bitch, had no sense and dared to compete with her.

She and her brother were the perfect match, what was Song Ya in comparison?

What right did Song Ya have to be with the brother she loved most?

“I’ve done nothing? Huang Yu, that’s quite a bold claim. Who used to tend to you every day? So, doing nothing, you say?” Song Ya practically laughed out of anger.

She knew Huang Yu was ungrateful and shameless, but she hadn’t expected Huang Yu to be this shameless.

“That was what you were supposed to do. You took my brother; serving me is the least you could do.”

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“Yes, it’s the least I could do, definitely the least,” Song Ya laughed and nodded without arguing further, then stood up and stepped closer to her, one step at a time.

“What are you doing? Song Ya, what do you want? You touch me, and my brother won’t let you off,” Huang Yu started to get scared at that moment.

She desperately shrank backwards.

“I’ve been driven out of the base, left with nothing, a barefooted person doesn’t fear one wearing shoes. Do you think I’m scared of Huang Jing?” Song Ya sneered menacingly.

“Song Ya!” Huang Yu screamed.

Then her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Song Ya: “…”

Song Ya rolled her eyes; she had overestimated Huang Yu.

This idiot.

Fainted so easily.

How boring.

She had fainted, but Song Ya wouldn’t let her off just because of that.

Song Ya stepped directly onto the bed and grabbed Huang Yu’s thin, sparse hair.

Huang Yu was in poor health, and her hair was yellow and sparse.

Back when Song Ya used to take care of Huang Yu, every time Huang Yu looked into the mirror, saw her own sparse hair, and then saw Song Ya’s thick hair, she would get jealous and deliberately pull at Song Ya’s hair.

She would pluck her hair out one by one.

Claiming that it made her feel better when she was in a bad mood.

Song Ya thought there was something wrong with her.

But Huang Jing had asked her to be understanding.

She truly was a love-struck fool back then, without a brain, to have tolerated it.

Now the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.

Song Ya grabbed Huang Yu’s hair and started slapping her left and right, and that brought Huang Yu around.

She began to scream and struggle.

Song Ya ignored her; Huang Yu was already weak, and Song Ya’s days of heavy lifting weren’t in vain—Huang Yu couldn’t break free.

Huang Yu was woken by the slapping, then fainted again, and again woke up, and fainted…

Eventually, Huang Yu’s entire face swelled up, turning into a pig’s head.

Paired with her thin, sparse hair, tsk, she looked just like a pig.

Calling her a pig seemed almost like an insult to pigs; after all, pigs don’t start trouble like Huang Yu does.