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

212: Chapter 212 Ask me out when you can drink iced drinks.Chen Qian had been with Fang Ming the longest, but she knew the least about him.

So, in her heart, she didn’t actually believe that Fang Ming had any inside information on the stock market.

However, given their relationship, it wouldn’t be appropriate if she didn’t invest any money at all.

After some careful consideration, she decided to ask her father for a hundred thousand and add fifty thousand of her own private savings to invest.

Even if she lost half of the hundred and fifty thousand, it wouldn’t hurt too much; she could just act cute with Fang Ming later, and she’d get it back.

Fang Ming didn’t mind this.

When it came to stock trading, being too certain beforehand was hard to explain; how much Chen Qian could earn depended entirely on how much she trusted him.

As for Chu Yao and Ye Nuannuan? How much they invested was just a matter of him saying the word.

[Qianqian Little Princess]: ”By the way, Zhao Ruilong has been asking about you lately. Now that you’re back, should I let them know?”

[Ming]: ”Of course you should. If you know and don’t report it, you’ll be in trouble.”

[Qianqian Little Princess]: ”Aren’t you afraid of trouble? (Questioning.jpg)”

[Ming]: ”I know what I’m doing.”

[Qianqian Little Princess]: ”It feels a bit bad to set you up like this.”

[Ming]: ”If you feel bad about it, just try a few more positions next time. (Smirk.jpg)”

[Qianqian Little Princess]: ”(Pout.jpg) Tsk, you’re really like a yellow peach—yellow inside and out.”

[Qianqian Little Princess]: ”But not for the next couple of days. I can’t drink anything cold.”

[Ming]: ”Ask me out again when you can!”

[Qianqian Little Princess]: ”...”

Chatting with Chen Qian was like this; although they were using each other, they could be unscrupulous and crack any dirty jokes.

But Chen Qian couldn’t drink cold things? It didn’t matter; he had more than one girlfriend!

He clicked on Ye Nuannuan’s avatar and sent her a message.

[Ming]: ”Working overtime today?”

[Ye Nuannuan]: ”Yeah, I probably have another half hour before I can get off work.”

[Ming]: ”Do you want me to pick you up?”

[Ye Nuannuan]: ”No need. You just got off the plane, you must be tired. I’ll take a taxi back myself! (Cute.jpg)”

Tsk tsk, another simple and unadorned day.

...

Fang Ming now had money, leisure, ability, girls, and no constraints; his life was as happy as an immortal’s.

At over eight in the evening, Fang Ming was teaming up with Ye Nuannuan to play games in the bedroom.

In a KTV private room named ’Yuedong Voice’ on the Second Ring Road of Chengdu.

Zhao Ruilong was slumped on the sofa, clutching a glass of foreign liquor. Two scantily clad female streamers sat on either side of him—one peeling grapes for him, the other holding up a phone for a selfie.

Yang Biao sat on the opposite sofa, also with a girl in his arms.

”Come on, Biaozi, let’s have a drink!” Zhao Ruilong raised his glass.

Yang Biao picked up his glass, and the two clinked them across the coffee table before tilting their heads back to drain them.

After three rounds of drinks, the female streamers tactfully went to pick songs and sing, leaving the space to the two men. The private room became a bit quieter, with only the sound of music and women’s laughter remaining.

Zhao Ruilong leaned back into the sofa, put down his glass, and glanced at Yang Biao.

”Biaozi, I heard Fang Ming cracked your head open before?”

Yang Biao was holding a girl and munching on watermelon. He froze at the words, threw the watermelon rind onto the coffee table, and his expression turned a bit sour.

”Fuck, Young Master Zhao, we’re having a good drink, why bring that up?”

Zhao Ruilong wasn’t angry; instead, he laughed, and it sounded quite sincere.

”Don’t misunderstand, I’m not mocking you.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. ”I’m just looking for someone in the same boat as me.”

Yang Biao was stunned for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. ”In the same boat? What do you mean?”

Zhao Ruilong nodded and helplessly recounted his experiences from this period.

From being publicly called a piece of shit by Fang Ming at the cafe, to being ignored at the entrance of the Kempinski, and then to the people he sent to Kang City being completely crippled by a bald man.

The more he spoke, the angrier he got, finally cursing, ”Dammit, I’ve never suffered such humiliation in my life!”

After hearing this, Yang Biao’s eyes widened.

”Young Master Zhao, are you joking with me? That kid Fang Ming used to be just a dog by Young Master Qin’s side. I could take on three of him with one hand. He dares to challenge you? And he actually made you lose face?”

”Why would I lie to you?” Zhao Ruilong took out his phone, scrolled through a few photos, and handed it over. ”Look, these are his women now.”

Yang Biao took the phone and stared at the screen for a few seconds, his expression becoming increasingly strange.

In the photo, Fang Ming stood beside a porsche, with two women standing on either side of him.

One was Ye Nuannuan, gentle and pure, and the other was Chen Qian, bright and moving.

”This... what the fuck...” Yang Biao Open your mouth, not knowing what to say.

He knew Chen Qian; she was the daughter of Old President Qin’s driver, and her figure and looks weren’t bad.

He had also seen Ye Nuannuan, pure as a Little White Flower. Last time, it was because of this woman that Fang Ming had smashed an ashtray over his head, giving him a concussion.

But... in his memory, Fang Ming was just a lackey, the type who bowed and scraped in front of Qin Xiao.

It hasn’t been that long since they last met, and now he’s driving a porsche and enjoying the company of multiple women?

Ding-dong!

While Yang Biao was thinking, Zhao Ruilong’s phone chimed. He looked down and a smile appeared on his face.

”Good, good, good!”

”What is it?” Yang Biao asked curiously.

Zhao Ruilong waved his phone screen at him. ”That kid Fang Ming is back in Chengdu.”

Yang Biao frowned. ”So what if he’s back? What’s it to us?”

”What’s it to us?” Zhao Ruilong looked at him like he was an idiot. ”Biaozi, your brain wasn’t damaged by that ashtray, was it? Now that he’s back, shouldn’t we give him a ’welcome’?”

Yang Biao realized what he meant, and his eyes lit up for a moment, but then quickly dimmed.

”Young Master Zhao, it’s not that I’m not giving you face, but Young Master Qin once gave orders not to touch Fang Ming. If I do and Young Master Qin blames me, I won’t be able to handle it.”

”That was before. Things are different now.”

Zhao Ruilong sneered, crossed his legs, leaned in, and lowered his voice. ”That kid Fang Ming resigned a long time ago. Young Master Qin won’t protect him anymore. Besides, that expert by his side left Chengdu this morning. If we don’t act now, when will we?”

Yang Biao hesitated. ”But Young Master Qin’s side...”

”I told you, Young Master Qin won’t care. If you don’t believe me, call him right now.”

Zhao Ruilong felt Yang Biao was being a bit of a sissy. He pulled out his own phone, unlocked the screen, and handed it over. ”Here, use mine. Ask him if he still gives a damn about Fang Ming’s business.”

Yang Biao took the phone and stared at the screen for a few seconds, his mind recalling the miserable state he was in when he was sent to the hospital.

Gritting his teeth, he dialed Qin Xiao’s number.

Meanwhile, at the Qin Family Villa!

Qin Xiao was sitting on the sofa in the reception room, talking to the Eldest Young Master of the Lu Family, when his phone suddenly rang.

He pressed the answer button.

”Hello?”

Yang Biao took a deep breath. ”Young Master Qin, it’s me, Yang Biao.”