Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 11: Qingran long time no see

A notification popped up on his screen moments after his call ended.

[Ding! Requested file received.]

He clicked on it, a digital folder opening up to reveal multiple documents. Employment history, academic records, research projects—standard background information.

Then, at the very top of the file, was a photograph.

A familiar face stared back at him.

His breath hitched.

His fingers froze over the keyboard as his gaze locked onto the screen.

It was her.

The woman who had driven a blade straight through his chest. The woman whose fierce, unyielding eyes had been burned into his memory.

The woman he never expected to see again.

Gu Qingran.

Host G was her.

For a long moment, he simply stared, his mind caught between disbelief and something far deeper—something dangerously close to obsession.

All this time... she had been right here.

His fingers tightened around the edge of his desk. He had spent his last life preparing, strategizing, building power—only to fall to her in the end. He had told himself he didn't mind. That her victory had been earned. That if anyone had the right to kill him, it had been her.

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But now?

Now, the game had reset.

And fate had thrown them together once again.

A slow smile spread across his lips.

"So," he murmured, tilting his head as he studied her picture, "it's you."

[Ding! Host is experiencing elevated heart rate! Does Host require medical assistance?]

He chuckled. "No, Caocao, I'm perfectly fine."

He was better than fine.

He leaned back in his chair, his mind already spinning with possibilities. Did she remember him? Was she aware of their past? Or was she moving forward blindly, unaware that the man she had once killed was now hunting her in return?

If she did remember... what would she do?

Try to kill him again?

Or would she finally accept what he had known since the moment he met her?

That they were meant to stand together.

That she belonged by his side.

Not as enemies.

Not as rivals.

But as something much, much more.

His fingers tapped against his desk as his smirk deepened.

He had twenty-five days before the apocalypse began.

Twenty-five days to make his next move.

And now that he knew exactly who he was playing against, the game had just become a hell of a lot more interesting.

The man suddenly stood up, his chair scraping against the floor as he grabbed his coat. His heart pounded in his chest, excitement and anticipation thrumming through his veins like a drug.

He had to see her.

Now.

"Caocao, send me her location."

[Ding! Warning! It would be unwise to meet her during work hours, Host. Sudden interference could expose Host's identity and alert Host G to potential danger.]

He scoffed. "Danger? The only danger is me not seeing her sooner."

[Ding! Host is acting on impulse. Strongly advising against this course of action—]

"Enough." His voice dropped to a low, commanding tone, his patience thinning. "If I can't see her at work, then I'll wait for her at her place. Send me her address."

A brief silence followed, then another ding!

[Address located. Sending coordinates now.]

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk as a small holographic map flickered into view, pinpointing her exact location.

Gu Qingran.

She was so close.

Too close for him to wait another day.

Without hesitation, he threw on his coat and grabbed his keys. He wasn't the type to sit around and let opportunities slip through his fingers.

He had always taken what he wanted.

And right now, he wanted her.

Meanwhile, at the pharmaceutical company...

Gu Qingran sat in her office, her fingers rapidly typing out a report on the latest clinical trials. Her mind, however, was elsewhere.

The system's surveillance report still lingered in her thoughts.

No movements detected.

That meant one of two things: Either whoever was watching her was an amateur who had already given up, or—

They were waiting.

The latter possibility made her uneasy.

She couldn't afford to make any mistakes. Not now. Not when she was so close to securing everything she needed.

Her eyes flickered to the corner of her screen, where another notification blinked.

[Ding! Host has received a request from Lu Zhao regarding confidential medical inventory access.]

Her brows lifted slightly. That was fast.

She tapped on the notification, opening the message.

Lu Zhao: I can get you the clearance, but it'll cost you. Name your price.

A small smirk played on her lips. Lu Zhao was too predictable. He never did anything without expecting something in return.

Gu Qingran leaned back in her chair, fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.

If she could gain access to the warehouse, it would change everything.

Yes.

If she could find it, secure it, and take control before the apocalypse hit...

Then

Later that evening...

The sky was painted in hues of deep orange and violet as Gu Qingran pulled into her driveway.

The day had felt long. Too long.

She cut the engine and exhaled slowly, pressing her fingers against her temples. The constant calculations, the careful balancing of her work life and preparations—it was exhausting.

She reached for the door handle, only for the system to chime unexpectedly.

[Ding! Alert! Unknown entity detected near Host's residence.]

Her fingers froze.

Her heartbeat slowed.

Calmly, she flicked her eyes to the side mirror.

A figure leaned against the wall near her front door.

Tall. Poised. Almost too relaxed.

His long coat draped elegantly over his broad shoulders, and the dim lighting of the evening cast deep shadows over his sharp, angular face.

But even in the low light, she could make out the striking glint in his eyes.

Who the hell was this man?!

Her breath caught in her throat for a split second before she forced herself to remain calm.

Her grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Why was he here?

How did he even find her?

Who was he?

The system had warned her that someone was watching, could it be this man?.

Slowly, she reached for the concealed blade under her seat.

She wouldn't be caught off guard. Not again.

Outside, the man tilted his head slightly, as if sensing her hesitation.

Then—

He smiled.

A slow, knowing smile that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Qingran," he murmured, his voice deep and tinged with amusement. "Long time no see."