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

82: So Ye Nuannuan is the only one who’s openly playing her cards?Watching the text messages with crying emojis pop up one after another on the screen, Fang Ming’s brow slowly furrowed.

This familiar routine... first cutting off your source of income, then making you hit walls everywhere in society, isolated and helpless, until you’re finally forced to compromise with them in despair.

Isn’t this just a carbon copy of how Qin Xiao dealt with Chu Yao? Except Qin Xiao did it to pick up girls, while the Lu family is doing it to clear Lu Chenzhou’s name.

【Nameless Guide】: ”Don’t cry, don’t cry. Where have you been staying lately? Is it safe?”

【Abusive Novels Naive Flower】: ”I’m temporarily staying in an apartment rented by a former colleague. She went back to her hometown and won’t be back for a while. It... should be considered safe here.”

Fang Ming sat back on the sofa, his brain starting to think rapidly.

If Ye Nuannuan continued to stay in Beijing, she would undoubtedly be right under the Lu family’s nose. Having her job search sabotaged was just the beginning; who knew what underhanded tricks would follow.

Back then, everyone had helped her choose this path. Now that something had happened, he naturally couldn’t just stand by and watch.

【Nameless Guide】: ”Handle your affairs in Beijing, and then come directly to Chengdu to find me. I’ll arrange a job for you.”

Ye Nuannuan was twenty-one years old and a fresh university graduate. Being all alone, it didn’t really matter which city she worked in.

【Abusive Novels Naive Flower】: ”Is that really okay? Thank you, Group Leader Brother, really... thank you so much! (Teary-eyed.jpg)”

【Nameless Guide】: ”It’s fine. We helped you choose this path, so it’s only right to provide after-sales service.”

After saying this, Fang Ming directly used his black card to send ten thousand US dollars to Ye Nuannuan.

The Chat Group was not only bound to the individual but could also connect to phones. When transferring money through the Chat Group, there was no need for the other party’s card number or WeChat ID; the Chat Group would automatically scan and identify them.

【Nameless Guide】: ”This money is for your travel and relocation expenses. Buy a plane ticket first, have the police escort you to the airport, and contact me once you arrive in Chengdu.”

【Abusive Novels Naive Flower】: ”Group Leader Brother, I can’t take this money. You’re already troubled enough helping me find a job, how can I take your money too?”

【Nameless Guide】: ”Just take it. Our group isn’t an ordinary one; don’t worry about these worldly possessions.”

【Abusive Novels Naive Flower】: ”Waaaah... Group Leader Brother... you’re really too kind. (Crying.jpg)”

Looking at that crying emoji, Fang Ming’s lips couldn’t help but twitch.

The ’nice guy’ card was certainly handed out quickly.

【Nameless Guide】: ”Let’s leave it at that. I have some things to do. Contact me when you get here.”

【Abusive Novels Naive Flower】: ”Mhm, mhm, okay.”

Having received a definite answer, Fang Ming prepared to exit the Chat Group.

Just then—

【Ding!】

【Detected that group member ’Abusive Novels Naive Flower’ is facing a major survival crisis and has entrusted you with her trust. Triggering Group Leader Exclusive Commissioned Mission.】

【Mission Name: Harbor for the Drifter】

【Mission Description: As the group owner of the Myriad Heavens Mutual Aid Group, you should guide the way for lost group members. Please properly settle Ye Nuannuan’s life in Chengdu, providing her with a safe shelter and a job that maintains her dignity, enabling her to escape the invisible oppression of the Lu family’s shadow and regain a new life.】

【Mission Reward: lottery guaranteed win card (5 million) * 1, random group friends connection card * 1.】

Another secondary triggered mission?? Fang Ming raised an eyebrow.

This wasn’t the first time a secondary triggered mission had appeared, so he wasn’t as surprised as last time.

The only thing that confused him was why the mission rewards for Ye Nuannuan were different from those of the other protagonists.

The rewards for other protagonists were all question marks, but Ye Nuannuan’s were shown as a revealed hand??

”lottery guaranteed win card? random group friends connection card? Sounds pretty interesting!”

Since the mission wasn’t complete, he couldn’t see the item attributes, and Fang Ming didn’t bother studying them further. He exited the Chat Group, went out to hail a taxi, and headed toward the car show... It was after ten in the morning at the Rong City International Convention and Exhibition Center, where the annual summer luxury car show was in full swing.

Fang Ming wasn’t a protagonist, nor was he a villain. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he didn’t want to get involved in the struggle between the two sides.

Participating in social activities like this was a way to stay out of it.

Chu Yao had to work today. The people who came to the car show with him, besides Chen Qian, included her best friend Zhou Xiaoyan, as well as Wang Meng, Chen Liang, Zhang Yue, and others.

”Brother Ming! Over here!”

Wang Meng’s loud voice carried from quite a distance.

Today, he was wearing a gaudy Hawaiian shirt paired with large shorts, looking like a nouveau riche who had just returned from an island vacation, excitedly waving at Fang Ming.

Standing beside him was Li Wei, the girl who had played his girlfriend during the last trip to Beijing. After spending time together day and night back then, the two had somehow actually ended up together.

Li Wei was wearing a floral dress and light makeup, holding Wang Meng’s arm and smiling at Fang Ming, with Zhang Yue following beside them.

”Honey, why did you only just get here!”

Chen Qian had also dressed up meticulously in a champagne-colored slip dress, her long hair slightly curled over her shoulders, her makeup exquisite, and wearing a pair of thin high-heeled sandals.

Seeing Fang Ming come out, she proactively walked over in her heels to take his arm.

Her best friend Zhou Xiaoyan was also there, dressed just as impressively, and was currently taking frantic photos of a red sports car not far away with her phone.

”The roads were a bit congested,” Fang Ming explained casually, his gaze sweeping over everyone. ”Is everyone here? Let’s go, let’s head inside and take a look.”

The exhibition hall was spacious and bright, and the cool air from the central air conditioning couldn’t dampen the people’s enthusiasm for looking at cars.

Polished, sleek top-tier luxury cars were displayed like works of art, shining brilliantly under the carefully arranged lighting.

Beside almost every car stood a car model with a hot figure and exquisite makeup, wearing revealing gowns and striking various professional poses. Facing the constant flashing of cameras and the rising and falling whistles, they wore formulaic, sweet smiles.

”Holy crap, this Big Bull is so cool!” Wang Meng’s eyes were fixed on it as he leaned against the railing of a bright yellow Lamborghini, his drool nearly leaking out.

Chen Liang also leaned in, marveling, ”Brother Meng, how much does this cost?”

”At least seven or eight million, right? Damn, if I could drive this car, it’d be worth dying for!” Wang Meng lamented.

Li Wei gave him a light pinch and scolded, ”What are you saying? That’s so unlucky.”

”Hehe, I was just saying.” Wang Meng scratched his head with a silly grin.

Fang Ming had only a general interest in cars; he came here simply because he had nothing else to do, more with the mindset of watching the spectacle.

He noticed that Chen Qian and Zhou Xiaoyan’s attention wasn’t on the cars at all.

The two of them were like they’d entered a photo studio, taking pictures from porsches to Ferraris, from Bentleys to rolls-royces. The background had to include the luxury car logo and the beautiful car models. They had changed poses no less than a dozen times, and the sound of the phone shutters never stopped.

”Qianqian, quick, help me take one! I want that pink Mulsanne in the back!” Zhou Xiaoyan stuffed her phone into Chen Qian’s hand and hurried over to a white Aston Martin, turning sideways, flipping her hair, and pouting—a whole sequence of movements performed with fluid grace.

”OK! Make your expression more natural. Right, tilt your leg a bit more to make it look longer!” Chen Qian acted like a professional photographer, giving orders with great poise.

After the shoot, the two huddled together to select photos, edit them, add filters, and then post them to their Friend Circles with captions like ”Checking in at the car show, seeing if there’s anything I like~” or ”Summer breeze and dream cars~”.

”Tsk, women.”

Wang Meng leaned closer to Fang Ming, watching the two girls busy over there, and lowered his voice to say, ”Looking at cars is fake; taking photos to show off on Friend Circles is the real goal. Look at how she Photoshopped those legs; they’re almost longer than the car.”

Fang Ming smiled. ”It’s normal. People come here just for a bit of fun.”

”True.” Wang Meng nodded, then pointed sneakily at a car model not far away wearing a silver sequined miniskirt with an especially explosive figure. ”Brother Ming, look at that one. Tsk, that body... amazing. Her ’headlights’ are brighter than the actual car’s!”

”Wang Meng!” Li Wei had sharp ears and glared at him upon hearing that.

”My mistake, my mistake. I was just discussing art with Brother Ming. The human body is also a form of art!” Wang Meng quickly surrendered, making several of them laugh.

The group walked and stopped, looking at cars, looking at people, and joking around. Time flew by.

Approaching noon, the air conditioning in the exhibition hall seemed unable to suppress the stuffiness brought by the crowd, and stomachs began to growl.

”Let’s find a place to eat. I’m starving,” Wang Meng suggested, patting his stomach.

”Sure, I know a good restaurant nearby with a nice environment,” Chen Qian immediately chimed in.

Talking and laughing, the group headed toward the exit.

The flow of people at the exit was even larger and bustling. Security guards were dutifully maintaining order at the car show. Just as Fang Ming and the others were about to walk out the main door, a sound of arguing came from the nearby security checkpoint.

”Please, let me in. I’m not here to deliver food; I’m here to find someone!”

An anxious voice rang out.

Fang Ming subconsciously looked toward the source of the sound.

He saw a young man wearing a yellow delivery driver T-shirt being blocked outside by two tall security guards.

His skin was a bit tanned, his face covered in sweat and oil, his hair soaked with perspiration. He was tightly clutching a phone with a cracked screen, his eyes full of urgency and embarrassment.

”Is that... Zhou Yuan?”