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

64: Who is this woman targeting?Seeing the situation of the boy named Zhou Yuan, Fang Ming muttered to himself.

Of course, it was just a mutter.

After all, these days, there are plenty of men in such miserable situations; it’s impossible for everyone to be a protagonist.

”Honey, what are you looking at?”

Chen Qian followed Fang Ming’s gaze, then curled her lips in disdain.

”So unlucky, how does a delivery boy loser like that dare to browse a luxury store? He should take a look in the mirror first.”

She held Fang Ming’s arm tightly, her body deliberately rubbing against him, her tone full of superiority: ”Why even date if you have no money? Isn’t that just wasting a girl’s youth? If I were that woman, I would have broken up with him long ago.”

In Chen Qian’s view, that Xiao Ya was also a fool. Since she wanted a bag, she should find a rich man. What future could there be getting entangled with a delivery boy?

Like her, although Fang Ming was just a follower, his backing was Young Master Qin. Even without Young Master Qin, a bag worth over twenty thousand was bought just like that. This was the choice of a smart woman.

Wait, this woman, who is she hinting at??

Fang Ming looked away and glanced at the woman beside him who was blinded by materialism, giving a faint smile.

”Alright, say less. Everyone has their own way of living.”

At this time, the sales assistant handed over the beautifully packaged paper bag with both hands: ”Sir, your bag is packed. We look forward to your next visit.”

Fang Ming took the bag and handed it to Chen Qian: ”Let’s go, let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

”Mhm! Thanks, honey!~”

Chen Qian took the bag as if holding some rare treasure, not forgetting to stand on tiptoe and give Fang Ming a heavy kiss on the cheek, leaving a bright red lipstick mark.

The two walked out of the Gucci store.

Outside, the boy named Zhou Yuan was still squatting on the roadside flower bed, head in his hands, looking exceptionally helpless and desolate.

Fang Ming didn’t stop and took Chen Qian straight to the car.

The other’s plight was worth pitying, but they were strangers, so Fang Ming naturally wouldn’t meddle in others’ business... Half an hour later.

Fang Ming and Chen Qian were sitting in a high-end Western restaurant named ”Blue Dream.” The restaurant was on the 36th floor on the outskirts of the business district, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the bustling night view of Chengdu.

Melodious violin music flowed through the air, and the cold air from the air conditioner cut the restaurant off from the hot and noisy world outside, creating two different worlds.

Chen Qian clearly enjoyed this atmosphere. She placed the newly bought pink baguette bag in the most prominent position on the table, adjusted her sitting posture to reveal her snowy-white long legs, then took out her phone and snapped a series of photos.

”Honey, take a photo for me. Make sure to include the bag and the night view behind it!~”

Chen Qian handed the phone to Fang Ming, striking a seductive pose with a lingering gaze.

Fang Ming took the phone and patiently took a few photos for her.

”Wow, honey, your photography skills are so good, just like a professional photographer!”

Chen Qian took back the phone, looked at the exquisite self and the expensive bag in the photo, and posted to her Moments with satisfaction.

Caption: [A little summer surprise, thank you for your love, honey, love you! (jpg)]

After posting to her Moments, she finally picked up the menu contentedly.

”I want a Beef Wellington, medium-rare, and a black truffle mushroom soup, and... this seafood platter looks good too.”

Chen Qian didn’t hold back at all while ordering. Fang Ming didn’t mind and casually ordered a steak, pasta, and salad.

”Let’s have a bottle of red wine too.” Chen Qian closed the menu and winked at the waiter: ”I’ll have the... 988 Cabernet Sauvignon.”

The waiter smiled, took the order, and turned to leave.

”How is it? The environment here is nice, right?” Chen Qian rested her chin on her hands, looking at Fang Ming.

Now that the bag was bought, she naturally had to act a bit more well-behaved.

”It’s good.” Fang Ming nodded.

As time passed, the dinner costing several thousand was brought out by the waiter.

Just as Fang Ming picked up his knife and fork to cut the steak, a commotion came from the restaurant entrance.

”Young Master Zhao, please come in. Is it still the same private room?”

The restaurant manager greeted him like a lapdog, the smile on his face fawning and humble.

”Nonsense, which other room could it be? That spot has the best night view; I’m used to it!”

An arrogant and overbearing voice rang out.

Then, a young man wearing a floral shirt, a large gold chain around his neck, and a Richard Mille on his wrist swaggered in.

It was indeed the second young master of the Zhao family, Zhao Ruilong, who had called Qin Xiao earlier.

Behind him were two burly men in black T-shirts.

But none of that was the point. The point was that Zhao Ruilong was holding a woman in his arms.

Although the woman had reapplied her makeup, a trace of redness from crying could still be seen in the corners of her eyes.

Xiao Ya?

Fang Ming’s hand cutting the steak paused slightly, and his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.

It’s a small world. Just over an hour ago, she was arguing and breaking up with her boyfriend over a bag in a luxury store, and now she’s already changed the male protagonist?

And this male protagonist is Zhao Ruilong, the famous playboy of Chengdu’s upper circle? This efficiency, this speed—it’s practically a seamless transition.

At this moment, Xiao Ya no longer had the hysteria she had in the store.

She shrank somewhat awkwardly into Zhao Ruilong’s arms, her body stiff, but her hands tightly gripped the corner of Zhao Ruilong’s clothes as if she had grabbed a ticket to high society.

She had only seen this kind of place on Douyin or Little Blue Book before, and never thought she’d one day sit here and eat.

”Long... Brother Long, it’s so high-end here,” Xiao Ya said softly, her tone carrying a hint of fawning and timidity.

”Of course, look who brought you here.”

Zhao Ruilong gave a mischievous laugh, and his hand wearing the famous watch pinched Xiao Ya’s waist unscrupulously, causing her to let out a soft cry.

”Didn’t I say in the car? As long as you keep me happy, not just here, but any high-end restaurant in all of Chengdu—you can eat wherever you want!”

”And what was that crappy bag? What was it called? Gucci?”

Zhao Ruilong looked disdainful: ”That stuff only tricks little girls like you. After dinner, I’ll take you to Hermès and let you see what a real brand is!”

”Re... Really? Brother Long, you’re so good to me!”

Xiao Ya’s eyes lit up instantly, and her previous awkwardness and shame vanished at this moment.

Hermès? That was something she didn’t even dare to dream of!

Zhou Yuan might not be able to afford a single button of Hermès even after a year of delivery work, yet the man in front of her was going to give it to her just like that?

At this moment, she became even more convinced that her choice was correct.

Love? Can love be eaten? Can it put an Hermès on her back?

”Hahaha, that’s for sure. I’ve always been generous to women.”