Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

According to Xu Hao, Cloud Manor was home to many wealthy and influential people, including top celebrities. Yang Siya, with her wealth, naturally had the means to buy property here. Seeing her, Zhang Yi felt a ripple of excitement. Though he wasn’t one to chase after stars, as a normal man, he naturally admired beautiful actresses, especially those with perfect figures. Zhang Yi had been a fan of Yang Siya for a long time. Many lonely nights had been spent with her photos and videos.

Although she was a few years older than Zhang Yi and had been married before, these weren’t disadvantages to him; in fact, they made her even more appealing.

Yang Siya looked at Zhang Yi with large, pitiful eyes and said timidly, “I haven’t eaten in three days. Can you take me with you? I don’t want to die here.”

Her eyes seemed to have hooks that could snatch a man's soul. As an actress, her acting skills might have been criticized, but seducing men came naturally to her. This time, she decided to gamble with her beauty to secure a chance to survive.

Zhang Yi looked at her, silent. To be honest, he was quite tempted. After all, here was his favorite actress, practically throwing herself at him. Who wouldn’t want to live under the same roof as a star and experience the joy of having her serve him as a maid?

But he had to consider safety. He frowned, “In these times, everyone’s life is tough. If you want me to take you with me, you need to give me a good reason.”

Yang Siya bit her lip lightly—a gesture both pure and seductive. Her lips were pink and shiny, like cherries, making one wonder how troublesome eating would be with such lips. This woman was inherently alluring.

Some said that Yang Siya might not be the most beautiful of the popular actresses, but she was certainly the most capable of stirring male fantasies. The celebrity halo made Zhang Yi feel even more desirable in her current helpless state.

Looking at Zhang Yi with her rabbit-like eyes, she took a step forward and said softly, “I just want something to eat. If you give me that, I’ll agree to any condition you have.”

Her words were suggestive, making it hard for Zhang Yi to refuse.

Looking at her cherry lips, Zhang Yi sighed internally. She appeared so helpless, like a fragile little white rabbit—or rather, a big white rabbit. However, she didn’t hesitate when it came to subtly agreeing to Zhang Yi’s suggestive request.

Yang Siya’s thoughts were more mature than those of someone like Zhou Ke'er, which explained how she could run her own film company and be both an artist and a boss. Zhang Yi knew she wasn’t as easy to bully as she looked, which made her even more attractive to him.

“Follow me!” Zhang Yi finally said.

He turned back, abandoning his plan to return to Yue Lu community to fetch Zhou Ke’er. They still had plenty of supplies, and there was no immediate rush.

Seeing this, Yang Siya breathed a sigh of relief. Her charm still worked, and luckily, Zhang Yi was a young man.

Yang Siya followed Zhang Yi to Cloud Manor 101, her eyes widening in surprise at the villa before them. “Isn’t this Wang Siming’s house?”

Zhang Yi smiled slightly. “It’s mine now.”

He took out the magnetic card key and opened the door. Yang Siya, full of curiosity, followed him inside. The room was warm, with a temperature of 27°C, making it cozy and comfortable. Soon, Yang Siya felt hot and hurriedly took off her thick clothes, revealing her figure wrapped in a black sweater. Despite the modest clothing, her impressive figure was still evident, making Zhang Yi’s jaw clench.

Sensing Zhang Yi’s unabashed gaze, Yang Siya bit her lip lightly. She knew what he was thinking, but having chosen to use her beauty to seek protection, she couldn’t afford to act reserved. Calmly, she sat down opposite Zhang Yi. Even in her modest clothing, her figure left much to the imagination.

“Thank you for letting me in,” she said in her soft, cute voice.

“What’s your relationship with the previous owner?” Zhang Yi asked cautiously.

Yang Siya admitted she knew Wang Siming, but when she saw Zhang Yi acting as the owner, she was curious. Zhang Yi, however, didn’t answer her question and instead asked, “How well do you know Wang Siming?”

She nodded slightly. “In our circle, who doesn’t know him? But it’s not like we’re close. He’s rich and famous, so we’d occasionally meet at events.”

Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow and poured her a glass of water. “Then don’t worry about him. Just remember, I’m the owner here now.”

“Thank you.” She took a sip, feeling itchy all over as her body warmed up, not having bathed for a while. She looked at Zhang Yi pleadingly. “Can I use the bathroom here?”

“Go ahead,” Zhang Yi said generously, pointing her to the bathroom .