Chapter 69: Jiang Yan’s Fans

Jiang Yan was just about to get up and return to her space when she noticed several figures appear on her front door’s surveillance feed.

She raised her hand and switched the monitor to single-window mode.

The loving couple from 3204 appeared on the screen.

Both of them were panting, faces flushed red, looking utterly exhausted at first glance.

Beside them was a pile of supplies—looked like water, instant noodles, and such.

A bit further out in the camera’s view stood a tall boy in black, over 1.8 meters tall—the same one who had volunteered in the building’s group chat earlier to come get a “bestie machine” from her.

He wasn’t standing with the couple, but instead stood alone at the open door of 3202, frowning, as if pondering the meaning of life while staring out the window.

Tian Jiliang had originally planned to come up with them, but unfortunately, during the “break-in” on the 17th floor, his gold-rimmed glasses had been smashed to pieces.

Severely nearsighted, he had no choice but to go home first.

She saw the couple holding a battery-depleted loudspeaker, shouting at her door:

“Miss Jiang!”

“Miss Jiang, we brought you some supplies!”

That loudspeaker was probably the one He Chunmei had used earlier.

Jiang Yan hadn’t interacted much with Sun Jingtao and Su Dai before.

But judging from their looks and behavior, they didn’t seem like bad people.

And in this morning’s chaos, the man’s performance had been pretty decent.

Though she could have handled things herself, having someone lend a hand never hurt.

After quickly analyzing the situation, Jiang Yan finally got up.

She first switched off the anti-intrusion high-voltage system, then put on a mask before going to open the door.

She kept the inner door closed, only opening the outer one.

Su Dai’s eyes lit up when she saw Jiang Yan, and she exclaimed excitedly, “Miss Jiang!”

Sun Jingtao was more composed. “Miss Jiang.”

Ye Qing, standing nearby, was a bit surprised to see Jiang Yan actually open the door. He glanced over warily for a second, then stepped into the leaky 3202.

Jiang Yan’s expression was unreadable, but her tone was polite. “Hello.”

“Miss Jiang, we’re from next door, 3204. I’m Su Dai—Su as in Suzhou, Dai as in ‘distant mountains faintly blue.’ This is my husband, Sun Jingtao—Jing as in ‘quiet,’ Tao as in ‘waves as ever.’

That kid over there, you saw him this morning—his name’s Ye Qing. Ye as in ‘leaf,’ Qing as in ‘fresh and handsome.’” Su Dai was a bit overexcited, quickly rattling off introductions.

A young beauty who not only had a gun but was an amazing shot—just like a heroine from a movie or novel.

And now, she was living right next door! Who wouldn’t be excited?

If this were the old days, Su Dai would have been a total fangirl.

Even if the gun’s origins were a bit questionable—after all, guns were banned in the country—she couldn’t help but feel thrilled and awed.

Jiang Yan didn’t bother being coy. “Just call me Jiang Yan. ‘Jiang’ as in ‘beautiful woman Jiang,’ ‘Yan’ as in ‘open Yan.’”

“Jiang Yan? Um… can I ask, are you that Jiang Yan?” Su Dai’s eyes sparkled with little stars.

Even though Jiang Yan was wearing a mask, only her bright, expressive eyes visible, Su Dai was already comparing them to the Jiang Yan she remembered from videos.

If this was the same internet-famous Jiang Yan, she’d once been one of her fans!

Like Jiang Yan, she’d always dreamed of exploring the world’s beauty with her own eyes and feet.

As for food, she used to be a fitness coach, so her diet was always carefully managed.

But that never stopped her from being a foodie at heart.

She’d often watch food bloggers’ videos, satisfying her cravings vicariously through the screen.

There had always been rumors and negative press about Jiang Yan’s parents and herself, and now that the world had ended, who cared about internet fame or follower counts?

But Su Dai’s fondness for this “little sister” Jiang Yan hadn’t diminished at all.

She’d even seen Jiang Yan’s badass performance this morning through the peephole.

“?”

Sun Jingtao, listening to his wife, was a bit confused for a second.

That Jiang Yan?

Which Jiang Yan?

But he didn’t say anything, nor did his face betray any emotion.

“Mm. I’m the Jiang Yan you’re thinking of,” Jiang Yan nodded.

Su Dai was stunned for a moment when she admitted it, then immediately overjoyed, wanting to keep the conversation going—but Sun Jingtao gently pulled her back.

Exhausted and hungry, Sun Jingtao quickly and concisely explained why they’d come.

Jiang Yan didn’t refuse them outright.

After all, she had enough supplies to last several lifetimes, but that didn’t mean she wanted others to know about it.

As the saying goes: never harm others, but always be on guard.

Sun Jingtao helped carry the supplies inside, then was about to leave with Su Dai when Jiang Yan stopped them. “By the way, do you have any antibiotics at home?”

Jiang Yan’s gaze fell on the scabbed-over knife wound on Sun Jingtao’s arm.

He must have reopened the wound while helping her carry the heavy supplies, as a bit of fresh blood was now seeping out.

Su Dai looked a bit embarrassed. “We should have some amoxicillin, bought back during the mask-wearing days, but it’s probably expired by now…”

“Wait a moment.” Jiang Yan closed the outer door and quickly went back inside.

She shut the inner door, then, with a thought, retrieved a bottle of iodine, a small roll of gauze, a bag of medical cotton swabs, and a box of levofloxacin capsules from her space.

She opened the iodine and poured some out, tore open the cotton swabs and took a few, then opened the capsule box and took out a few pills. She found a small plastic bag in the living room drawer and put everything inside.

Opening the door again, she handed the bag to Sun Jingtao.

“I tend to get minor injuries a lot, so I keep some antibiotics and bandages at home. Take these—don’t let the wound get infected.”

To her, this wasn’t a big deal.

But she gave them the medicine out of habit—she didn’t like owing people favors.

After all, they didn’t have to bring her those supplies.

But she couldn’t just hand things over openly, so she pretended these were just leftovers she happened to have.

“Thank you, we won’t bother you any further,” Sun Jingtao said, taking the bag.

Su Dai looked at the medicine in surprise, wanting to chat more with Jiang Yan, but Sun Jingtao tugged her sleeve.

Once Jiang Yan closed the door, he finally relaxed and said, “Come on, let’s go home.”

Ye Qing happened to come out of 3202 just then, about to say goodbye, but Sun Jingtao called out:

“Xiao Ye, why don’t you move up here and live with us? No one’s likely to mess with us on this floor for now.”

Ye Qing paused, a hint of gratitude flickering in his otherwise cold eyes.

“Thanks, Brother Tao, but I have a tent in the hallway on the 24th floor. I’ll just stay there. The water shouldn’t reach that high.”

“Xiao Ye, our two families know each other pretty well by now. Just come stay with us,” Su Dai said, biting her lip before continuing, “Besides, we have a spare kids’ room at home—it’s been empty all this time…”"