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

135: She is a goddess, a legend.Mu Qingxue’s directness gave Ye Nuannuan a start.

But she quickly snapped out of it and waved her hands dismissively. ”That won’t work, CEO Mu. I really don’t have the heart for that right now...”

After what happened with Lu Chenzhou, she felt a strong aversion to the opposite sex. She only wanted a stable job and to live a peaceful life.

”Don’t be in such a hurry. Let me finish.”

Mu Qingxue, understanding her situation, interrupted her. ”What I mean is, it doesn’t have to be a real relationship. Instead, find someone trustworthy, reliable, and influential to pretend to be your boyfriend. Nothing real needs to happen; you just need to let others think you’re already taken.”

A pretend boyfriend? This method sounded... like it might actually make sense?

At that moment, the avatar and ID of the chat group owner subconsciously surfaced in Ye Nuannuan’s mind.

But she immediately shook her head, tossing aside the impractical thought. How could a big shot like the group owner be bored enough to play the part of her boyfriend?

”I... I’ll think about it.”

Ye Nuannuan didn’t agree immediately; after all, this was no small matter.

Mu Qingxue didn’t push her. ”Mhm, give it some thought. If you have a suitable candidate or need the company to facilitate anything, you can tell me at any time.”

”Thank you, CEO Mu.”

”Xiao Ai, go down with her and deal with Wei Wenbin.”

”Alright, CEO Mu.” Xiao Ai nodded and left the office with Ye Nuannuan.

The door closed slowly, and silence returned to the office.

Mu Qingxue’s thoughts didn’t immediately return to the financial reports. Instead, she stood up and walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window.

The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the city skyline. From this height, the crowd and flowers in the plaza below looked as small as ants.

Recalling the troubled and helpless expression on Ye Nuannuan’s face and then thinking of herself... Mu Qingxue gave a soft ”tsk.” A trace of comparison and... dissatisfaction, which even she found a bit childish, bubbled up in her heart.

She, Mu Qingxue, CEO of Yunlan International—in terms of figure, looks, ability, or net worth, in what way was she inferior to Ye Nuannuan?

Why had she never seen anyone make such a grand display, coming to the company building again and again to confess to her? Forget heart-shaped flower arrangements; there didn’t even seem to be many serious suitors.

This thought made her feel inexplicably irritable.

It wasn’t that she was desperate for marriage or lacked pursuers; it was just the subtle sense of imbalance brought by this comparison that made her a bit unhappy.

As if possessed, she picked up her phone and opened the chat window that had only a single period as its name.

[Mu Qingxue]: ”That girl you brought in is quite popular. (Screenshot: A blurry distant view of the sea of flowers and sports cars in the plaza below)”

After sending the message, she waited a moment. She didn’t think he would reply immediately, but the screen soon lit up.

[.]: ”I know.”

Mu Qingxue was somewhat curious.

[Mu Qingxue]: ”You know? Then can you tell me why so many people like her and pursue her, yet so few confess to me? Am I worse than her? (resting_chin.jpg)”

She regretted it a bit as soon as she sent it. How did this question sound like she was... complaining? Seeking attention? This was far too out of character for her.

Fortunately, the other party didn’t seem to mind.

[.]: ”It’s because you’re too high-end.”

High-end? Mu Qingxue looked at these words, completely baffled.

[Mu Qingxue]: ”What do you mean by high-end? (question_face.jpg)”

[.]: ”Men, as a species, are actually quite realistic deep down and have self-awareness. When they encounter a goddess who crushes them in every aspect, their first reaction often isn’t ’I’ve finally found true love,’ but rather ’Could this be a new type of pig-butchering scam?’ or ’What did I do to deserve this? Why would she ever look at me?’”

[.]: ”Ye Nuannuan has a good figure and looks, and she’s very approachable. However, her education is average, and she has no background, giving people the illusion of ’If I work hard, maybe I can reach her.’”

[.]: ”But you’re different. Not only are you young and beautiful, but you also founded and lead Yunlan International single-handedly. You have a deep background, outstanding abilities, and a powerful aura.”

[.]: ”In most people’s eyes, you are a goddess, a legend—someone to be looked up to on the cover of a financial magazine or at a high-end gala.”

[.]: ”The phrase ’to be admired from afar but not trifled with’ describes you perfectly. Who among the common folk would dare confess to you??”

Fang Ming sent several messages in a row, and Mu Qingxue read them all very carefully.

[Mu Qingxue]: ”So, you mean I’m more outstanding than her, and that’s why no one dares to pursue me? (raised_eyebrow.jpg)”

[.]: ”That’s pretty much it.”

[Mu Qingxue]: ”Fine, I’ll take that as a compliment (giggle.jpg)”

After Mu Qingxue replied with this, the corners of her mouth curled up uncontrollably.

If anyone else had said this, she might not have felt anything special. After all, she had heard such words growing up and was already tired of them.

But coming from Fang Ming’s mouth, it was completely different.

It was as if... a small child had suddenly received recognition from their parents.

Her heart was filled with pleasure and joy... Downstairs, Fang Ming had no idea what Mu Qingxue was daydreaming about.

At this moment, he was standing among the crowd in the shadows on the first floor, watching the rich second-generation heir perform in the sun.

”Tsk tsk, this is quite a spectacle. So many flowers—how much must they have cost?”

”At least several tens of thousands!”

”What’s that amount of money? Young Master Wei isn’t short on cash!”

”Young Master Wei? Which Young Master Wei?”

”Who else could it be? Of course, it’s Young Master Wei of the Hengtai Group, Wei Wenbin...”

Hengtai Group? Young Master Wei? Wei Wenbin? Hearing the crowd’s discussion, Fang Ming quickly ran through the names in his mind.

The name sounded a bit familiar. He seemed to be a scion of a second-tier family in Chengdu. His family was in the logistics business, which was quite large, and they had some dealings with the Qin Family.

”Unsteady steps, dark circles under the eyes—at a glance, he’s someone hollowed out by wine and women.”

Fang Ming squinted at the man in the pink shirt in the center of the sea of flowers and couldn’t help but comment. His voice wasn’t loud, but those nearby could hear him.

He possessed the Nine Yang Divine Needles. Although he didn’t understand Western medicine or pharmacology, he knew traditional Chinese medicine and various ailments like the back of his hand.

Judging by his appearance, this Wei Wenbin was the same kind of trash as Zhao Ruilong.

”Heh, you talk as if you know so much.” Just as Fang Ming finished speaking, a clearly mocking voice came from behind him to the side.

He instinctively turned his head and saw that Li Jun had come down at some point. He was standing a few steps behind him, followed by his slick assistant, Qian Hao.

To suddenly come over and join the conversation like that, he must have found out through internal channels that he was the Fang Ming who had added him on WeChat.

”Who the hell are you? Do I know you?” Fang Ming pretended not to know him, intentionally mocking him.

Li Jun’s face couldn’t help but stiffen.

He was used to being recognized wherever he went, with people respectfully calling him ”Director Li.” This tone of being despised and even treated with disgust shattered his composure.

Fortunately, Qian Hao knew how to read the situation and quickly spoke up to ease the awkwardness.

”Kid, watch your mouth. This is our Marketing Department’s Director Li!”

”Oh...”

Fang Ming drew out his ”oh” and sized Li Jun up, his gaze like someone picking out pork at a wet market. ”So you’re that Director Li who likes men... bah... who likes to act tough in front of newcomers.”