Dragged to the Graveyard in the Middle of the Night… Too Cringy

“Sigh… so tired…”

I left the leader’s bedroom and walked down the stairs alone.

Zhou Qiuqin really has no mercy.

Not only did she refuse to give me even a tiny plot of farmland—she didn’t even let me rest here for a single night.

Just kicked me out like trash.

I went through all that trouble putting on a fragile, pitiful act—thought I might earn a shred of her pity.

But no.

Leaning on my aching waist, I limped toward the mansion’s main entrance.

The guards had already left.

Only one tall figure remained—sitting on the front steps, quietly sipping from a glass bottle.

Qin Dai.

I recognized her immediately.

Not only did she humiliate me earlier—she also snitched on me to the leader.

If she hadn’t, I might’ve actually gotten that farmland.

I quickened my pace.

One, because I didn’t want to talk to her—after all, I’m technically the leader’s “girlfriend” now. Getting caught with another woman? Dangerous.

Two, because I was exhausted—starving, sleepy, barely able to stand.

“Stop.”

Just as I passed by, she reached out and grabbed my wrist.

Too drained to react, I stumbled—fell hard onto the cold stone steps.

“Tch…”

I hissed in pain, turning to glare at her.

Thanks to her, now my ass hurts too.

She looked surprised—like she didn’t expect me to fall so pathetically.

Under the neon glow of the mansion’s lights, I noticed her cheeks were flushed.

She’d been drinking.

“Want a sip?”

She pulled me into her arms, lifting the glass bottle to her lips, exhaling a warm, alcohol-laced breath as she asked.

The liquor inside—likely this year’s batch.

I didn’t know the alcohol content. Didn’t know what it’d do to me.

I may be a scumbag who’s tricked plenty of girls into getting drunk… but I’ve never touched alcohol myself.

“No, thanks.”

Damn drunkard. If you’re gonna get wasted, do it at home! Why sit right outside the leader’s mansion?

If she catches me hugged up with you like this, you might be fine—but I’ll be dead meat.

Grumbling internally, I pushed against her, trying to free myself.

A cold night wind blew.

She seemed to sober up slightly—letting me wobble back to my feet without resistance.

My too-long pants dragged on the ground, making a soft shhh sound—unnaturally loud in the dead silence.

This apocalypse is always so quiet.

Even at the camp’s center, people don’t stay out at night anymore.

No nightlife. No laughter.

The streets were empty.

A chill crept down my spine—not just from the cold.

“I told you,” she said, “you need to go apologize at Yueyue’s grave. Pick a time.”

She stood up, swaying slightly, and casually tossed the glass bottle onto the street.

It shattered with a crisp crack—spilling golden liquor and leaving shards scattered across the asphalt.

“Now?”

I blinked, staring at her.

“Now.”

Her expression was somber, brows low, but her voice left no room for debate.

“I’m so tired… Let me go home, sleep one night. I’ll go tomorrow… please?”

I hesitated.

I wasn’t in good shape.

The clothes I wore offered little against the night’s biting cold—especially after being worked over by the leader for hours.

And if I went now? Qin Dai wouldn’t let me leave quickly.

I’d probably have to kneel there all night.

I’d catch a fever.

No money for medicine.

The cold-hearted leader wouldn’t pay a single cent for my treatment.

And then?

I’d die.

“No.”

“Come on… please? We’re both Qins, right? Just let me go tomorrow. I’ll kneel the entire day.”

Pathetic? Absolutely.

I even squeezed out a few fake tears—making my plea look more sincere.

At this rate, I’m not far from full femboy degeneration…

“…”

Useless.

Qin Dai didn’t say a word.

She just stared at me coldly, grabbed my wrist, and dragged my unsteady body toward a sleek black luxury car.

Yanked the door open.

Shoved me inside.

Fine… I guess I’ll try to rest in the car.

……

Outside the camp—on a small patch of land turned graveyard.

Qin Dai and I stood before a glowing blue screen.

Bold black letters spelled out: Su Yue.

No biography. No dates. Just two simple characters.

This grave was special.

Qin Dai had used a small “radiation absorption device”—stolen from the leader—to power the screen.

It made this one plot the only radiation-free zone in the entire cemetery.

The rest? Poisoned.

This graveyard was far from the camp—on irradiated land.

Normal people couldn’t stay long.

The dead didn’t matter.

Why waste clean land on corpses?

“Kneel.”

She pressed down on my shoulder with her metal arm—forcing me to drop to my knees in one sharp motion.

The damp soil was cold.

The howling wind was cold.

Dewdrops hitting my face were cold.

My bent knees ached.

But I didn’t dare resist.

Couldn’t.

We were far from help.

Her car was parked on a dirt road outside the graveyard.

If I disobeyed? No one would care.

“I’m sorry, Su Yue… I’m not human. I’m a beast. I deceived your love. I caused your death. I deserve to die. If I could, I’d trade my life for yours.”

Kneeling, I spoke in a voice dripping with fake remorse—then began slapping myself across the face, over and over.

I knew what Qin Dai wanted to hear.

And I delivered.

Just as expected—when I said I’d trade my life for Su Yue’s, her fist clenched.

She closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and after a long silence, finally grabbed my hand mid-slap.

“Enough… Yueyue was kind. She wouldn’t want anyone to die for her. But… I hope your words tonight are real. Not just lies to manipulate me.”

Sorry, but they’re totally lies. You’re just too easy to fool. The leader wouldn’t fall for this act.

As I thought this cruelly, my eyes flicked to the two plain white buns placed at the foot of the grave—Qin Dai’s offering.

Still fresh.

Uncontaminated by radiation.

And my empty stomach began plotting—how fast can I steal and eat them without her noticing?