Everyone in the Group is a Main Character, Except Me Who's the Villain

55: A gift from GodFang Ming’s words left Shen Wanyin slightly stunned.

How did what happened last night involve her nephew?

”Yes, he asked me to save you.” Fang Ming didn’t deny it.

”How is that possible? He’s in the deep mountains following an old man to study medicine; he usually can’t even use a phone...”

”If you don’t believe me, you can call him now to confirm. If it weren’t for that kid... I probably would have just been a spectator last night.”

Fang Ming interrupted her skepticism and stated the truth calmly.

Although Shen Wanyin is very beautiful and has a top-tier figure, this is Beijing, and given Fang Ming’s current strength and background, saving her involved great risk.

If Lin Chen hadn’t spoken up, he truly wouldn’t have interfered.

After hearing Fang Ming’s words, Shen Wanyin froze in place.

”Wait for me.”

Without time to think further, she quickly hung up, opened her contacts, and dialed the number she had saved for a long time but rarely managed to get through to.

”Du...”

”Hello, Aunt!!”

Not only did the call connect, but it was answered almost instantly. Lin Chen’s anxious voice came from the other end, and the sound of rushing wind in the background proved he was outdoors.

Most likely, he had waited all night in a place with better reception just to take this call.

”Aunt, are you okay?”

”I’m fine!”

Shen Wanyin took a deep breath and forced her voice to remain steady: ”That man last night... did you find him?”

”Yes, yes, yes! It was Brother Ming!”

Lin Chen quickly explained, his speech rapid like a machine gun: ”He happened to be eating at your restaurant last night, saw someone bothering you, and posted a video in the Chat Group lamenting the decline of public morals. When I saw that the person involved was you, I immediately asked him for help...”

Shen Wanyin frowned slightly after hearing this: ”In the Group?”

”Yes, he’s my online friend...”

”Online friend” was the standard explanation used by everyone in the Chat Group for outsiders. After all, besides Physical Transmission and consciousness switching, the thing had no difference from an ordinary Chat Group for the other members.

Lin Chen quickly finished that sentence and immediately added: ”Aunt, don’t blame him, I begged him! You had been poisoned by Li Huo Ecstasy Powder, and there was absolutely no other solution besides that method.”

”Brother Ming is a very good person, he is the disciple of a Master, and... no matter what, he’s a million times better than that scumbag who drugged you! Aunt, please don’t do anything rash!”

Listening to the incoherent explanation on the other end of the phone, Shen Wanyin’s mood became extremely complex.

So, it really was to save her life?

And judging by what Lin Chen implied, this person was the disciple of some Master?

She lowered her head and glanced at the bruises on her body, and the vague yet wild scenes from last night involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

”Alright, I understand.”

Shen Wanyin interrupted Lin Chen’s rambling, a flush of unnatural redness flashing across her face: ”Let’s leave this matter here for now; I’ll talk to you later.”

After hanging up the phone, Shen Wanyin sat on the bed, spacing out for two minutes.

As a strong woman who had struggled in the business world for many years, she quickly organized her thoughts.

Since it wasn’t malicious assault but an emergency measure, the nature of the situation completely changed.

Although losing her virginity made her feel terrible, compared to falling into Zhou Zihao’s hands or dying suddenly, this outcome... didn’t seem so hard to accept.

Thinking of this, she picked up her phone again and sent Fang Ming a message.

”Add me on WeChat first.”

”Okay!” Fang Ming didn’t refuse.

Shen Wanyin calmed down. After adding Fang Ming on WeChat, she let out a long breath, put her phone aside, and her gaze fell upon the set of clothes on the nightstand.

”What... what is this? A T-shirt and super short shorts?”

She picked up the pure white cotton T-shirt, shook it out, and examined it. It was a basic style, likely costing no more than fifty yuan, and the light blue denim shorts were even less noteworthy.

Shen Wanyin looked down at her legs, which were extremely well-maintained from years of wearing high heels and Qipaos, their skin snow-white and well-proportioned. A hint of discomfort flashed across her face.

She was thirty-two this year. Normally, she wore business suits or fitted Qipaos; the most casual she got was silk trousers. Shorts that exposed so much of her thighs... she probably hadn’t worn them since college.

”That guy... I wonder which female college student he borrowed these from.” She muttered softly, her tone laced with helplessness and a touch of amusement.

Throwing back the covers, enduring the discomfort in her body, she stepped barefoot onto the carpet. The contact of her skin with the cool air made her feel slightly more awake.

Her underwear wasn’t ruined, so making do for now was fine, but the process of getting dressed felt awkward.

The T-shirt fit well; the soft cotton clung to her skin, carrying the scent of clean laundry detergent. But when it came to the super short shorts, she struggled a bit to pull up the zipper—not because of the size, but because of her psychological sense of modesty acting up.

”This is... too short.” She stood in front of the full-length mirror in the room, looking at her reflection.

The woman in the mirror had slightly messy long hair draped over her shoulders, her bare face showed post-event fatigue and a faint blush, yet her eyes had recovered their usual coldness.

The hem of the white T-shirt was casually tucked into the waistband, outlining her still slender waist. Her straight, long legs were exposed without reservation almost from mid-thigh, blindingly white in the morning light.

If her subordinates saw her like this, her usual image as a cold, glamorous, and serious Yujie would likely shatter.

But... it was better than walking out wearing that shredded Qipao or wrapped in a blanket.

After getting dressed, her gaze fell once again on the nightstand. The box of contraceptives lay quietly beside the mineral water.

Shen Wanyin reached out, but the moment her fingertip touched the cold medicine packaging, she stopped.

”The disciple of a Master?”

Although Lin Chen was young, he was very measured in his actions, and his judgment shouldn’t be too poor.

Based on that phone call just now, she could also sense that the other party wasn’t a bad person.

And more importantly... she was already thirty-two this year. Her career was moderately successful, but her emotional life was completely blank.

It wasn’t that no one pursued her, but she had seen too much pretense in the business world and poured all her energy into her company.

In the dead of night, seeing the warm lights of other people’s homes, she had felt envy.

She actually loved children, but she always felt that finding a suitable person and establishing a family was a distant and exhausting task.

Last night looked like a disaster, but perhaps... Her finger moved away from the medicine packaging, and she picked up the bottle of mineral water instead.

She didn’t take the medicine. Instead, after twisting open the water bottle and taking a large drink, she placed the pills in her handbag and zipped it shut.

”If I really get pregnant...”

She murmured to herself in front of the mirror, a complex look flashing in her eyes—confusion, struggle—which finally settled into a calm resolve.

”Then I’ll treat it as a gift from Heaven to Shen Wanyin.”