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

167: Chapter 167 We’re TogetherAlthough the thousand illusions robe has no physical form and cannot provide warmth, it can merge into the skin and modify the appearance of one’s original clothes without affecting them.

With just a thought, one can change their original clothes, pants, shoes, socks, and hat from head to toe, and even use light and shadow effects to alter their physique.

Combined with the thousand illusions mask, it’s practically like Mystique from the Marvel movies.

However, Fang Ming didn’t use it immediately. After touring the villa with Qiao Xingyue and having a Western meal together, he sent her home and just happened to receive a call from Ye Nuannuan.

He went to the rented apartment in the residential area to help her pack her luggage.

Around nine in the evening, he brought her back to Jinjiang Courtyard and arranged for her to stay in the room next to his.

It was only then that Ye Nuannuan found out the War God, Ye Tian, actually lived upstairs from Fang Ming?

”The fewer people who know about my identity, the better. Aside from the two of you, don’t mention it in the group chat.”

These were the words Ye Tian said to Ye Nuannuan.

How could Ye Nuannuan refuse? She quickly nodded in agreement. ”Mm, mm, I understand.”

About ten minutes later.

”Let’s go out for a late-night snack; it’s my treat.”

Fang Ming pushed the last of Ye Nuannuan’s luggage into the walk-in closet and turned toward the living room, waving his phone. ”Let’s celebrate our wonderful fate.”

With his current physical strength, a single Western meal wasn’t nearly enough to fill him up.

Ye Nuannuan had just finished putting her toiletries in the guest bathroom. Hearing this, she poked her head out. ”Now? It’s almost ten o’clock...”

”The night market is just starting to get crowded; it’s the perfect time.”

Fang Ming leaned against the sofa’s armrest, his gaze sweeping over Ye Tian, who was helping Ye Xiaoyu with building blocks. ”Brother Ye, are you coming?”

”Me??”

Ye Tian looked up, glanced at the deep darkness outside the window, then looked down at his daughter, hesitating slightly.

Just then, Ye Xiaoyu suddenly put down the building block in her hand, tilted her small face up, and said, ”Daddy, I want to go. I haven’t had nighttime barbecue before!”

”Then let’s go.”

Since his daughter had spoken, how could Ye Tian refuse? He picked up Ye Xiaoyu and hoisted her onto his shoulders, the movement so practiced it was as if he had done it a thousand times.

Ye Nuannuan came out of the bathroom, her hair tied back into a neat ponytail, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. ”Wait for me to change into flat shoes.”

...Having left Qin Xiao and dealt with the Lu family, Fang Ming’s life had returned to tranquility.

Gathering with these people of great destiny, he enjoyed the life of an ordinary person.

The old night market in the east of the city was at its most boisterous just before midnight.

The barbecue stall was set up on the sidewalk, the charcoal glowing red. Cumin and chili powder sizzled on the grill, and white smoke wrapped in a charred aroma wafted straight into their noses.

At the fried rice stall next door, the iron wok was tossed high. The sounds of spatulas clashing, beer bottles clinking, and finger-guessing games mixed with laughter and curses.

Fang Ming chose a folding table near the back, the plastic stools creaking.

Ye Xiaoyu sat next to Ye Tian, her little legs dangling and swinging, her eyes fixed on the plate of golden roasted steamed bun slices on the neighboring table.

”Xiaoyu, what do you want to eat? Order whatever you like.” Fang Ming pushed the greasy menu over.

Ye Xiaoyu looked timidly at Ye Tian. Seeing him nod, she immediately pointed at the pictures on the menu. ”This! And this! Daddy, I want to eat that sweet one...”

”glutinous rice cakes with brown sugar.” The owner, with a cigarette in his mouth, took the order, his ballpoint pen scratching loudly against the paper.

”Give us thirty skewers of beef, twenty of pork belly, ten of chicken gizzards, an order of enoki mushrooms in foil, one roasted eggplant, and a dozen beers.” Fang Ming spoke rapidly. ”For drinks, we want soy milk, iced.”

”Coming right up!” The owner tore off the order slip and shouted toward the back kitchen.

Ye Nuannuan snapped the disposable chopsticks apart, carefully scraped off the splinters, and handed them to Ye Xiaoyu. She then poured a cup of tartary buckwheat tea for both Fang Ming and Ye Tian.

”Brother Ye, your injuries haven’t fully healed yet, have they?”

Ye Tian took the tea and showed a rare smile. ”The external injuries are no longer a problem; it’s just that the Meridians are still a bit off.”

”Then you should drink less alcohol.”

Ye Tian nodded with a smile and didn’t say anything more.

As time passed, the barbecue and drinks were all served.

Fang Ming was chatting with Ye Tian when Ye Nuannuan picked up a skewer of freshly grilled pork belly, blew on it, and took a small bite. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.

”This is delicious.” She turned naturally and held the pork belly to Fang Ming’s mouth. ”Try it!!”

Fang Ming leaned down and took a bite from her hand, chewing. ”Mm, it’s indeed quite good.”

Ye Nuannuan smiled sweetly and ate the rest from the same skewer. A bit of oil stained the corner of her mouth, though she didn’t notice it.

Across from them, Ye Tian put down his tea and looked at Fang Ming, then at the bare bamboo skewer in Ye Nuannuan’s hand. ”What’s... the situation with you two??”

”This...”

Fang Ming felt a bit awkward and was prepared to brush it off.

Ye Nuannuan wiped her hands and proactively took his arm, her fingers resting on his forearm, a sweet smile remaining on her face.

”We’re together.”

Fang Ming shrugged helplessly, neither denying it nor moving his arm away from her hand.

Ye Tian poured himself a glass of beer and raised it. ”Congratulations.”

He spoke briefly, like reporting a situation under the military flag. The three of them clinked their glasses.

Once they finished their drinks, Ye Xiaoyu tilted her small face up. ”Daddy, what is ’congratulations’?”

”It means being happy for someone.” Ye Tian looked down and gently wiped the brown sugar from the corner of his daughter’s mouth with a tissue.

Just as he was about to say something more, an inappropriate voice rang out!

”Kid, you’re Fang Ming?” The voice was coarse, with the typical slurred quality of someone who had been drinking.

Fang Ming didn’t stop his chopsticks. He picked up a slice of roasted eggplant, put it in Ye Xiaoyu’s bowl, and then slowly turned his head.

Seven or eight men, all wearing tight black T-shirts or floral shirts. The leader was a man in his early thirties with a buzz cut and a gold chain as thick as a pinky finger around his neck. He wasn’t holding a weapon, but the lackeys behind him each held a steel pipe.

Fang Ming felt somewhat helpless.

Sure enough, after hanging around Protagonists for so long, he had developed a Protagonist’s luck; wherever he went, he would encounter either beautiful women or trouble.

However, these guys were quite unlucky. They didn’t come earlier or later, but chose to show up right now.

The one sitting across from him was the War God. Were they sure they weren’t here just to be a joke?

”Tsk tsk, living the good life, eh? Eating barbecue with a beauty??” the gold-chained man said sarcastically.

Ye Tian didn’t speak, only quietly told Ye Xiaoyu to go into Ye Nuannuan’s arms.

Ye Nuannuan shielded Ye Xiaoyu. Fang Ming narrowed his eyes and spoke, ”Do you have business with me??”

”Someone asked me to pass a message to you...” The man intentionally drawled. ”They said you’ve been in the spotlight a bit too much lately and should rein it in. Some women aren’t for you to touch, and some things aren’t for you to say.”

”Chengdu isn’t that big, but it isn’t small either. If you’re unwilling to step down from certain pedestals yourself, there are plenty of people to help tear them down for you.”

After the man said this, the lackeys behind him stepped forward half a pace at the right time, lightly tapping the steel pipes against their palms, making dull ”thud-thud” sounds.

Seeing this, the guests at the neighboring tables put down their chopsticks, picked up their beer mugs, and moved aside.

The barbecue stall owner’s hand holding the iron skewers froze mid-air. A spark dripped into the charcoal brazier with a sizzle.

Fang Ming was getting angry and was about to stand up and take action, but Ye Tian raised his hand and pressed down slightly.

”Brother Fang, let me do it!!”