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

230: Chapter 230 A woman dresses up for the man she lovesOn the other side, Fang Ming was unaware of the situation in the Magic City.

At this moment, he had already brought Chu Yao to the downstairs of Shen Wanyin’s company.

Ding-dong!

A private message popped up from the Chat Group.

With a thought, he clicked it open; it was a private message from Jiang Che.

【Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Family (Private Message)】: ”Great group owner, the testing center called. They said my DNA match was successful and they’ve already notified my biological parents. They should arrive around tomorrow evening and told me to wait at the city hospital.”

Fang Ming was somewhat surprised after reading it.

So fast?

From the time Jiang Che sent him the address, to him transferring the money, to Jiang Che going to the county town for the test, only three or four days had passed in total.

Shouldn’t the DNA comparison process take a long time? Why was the efficiency so high this time?

But on second thought, the protagonist is the Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Family; with a wealthy family as a background, high efficiency is quite normal.

【Nameless Guide (Private Message)】: ”What time tomorrow evening?”

【Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Family (Private Message)】: ”Around six or seven o’clock.”

【Nameless Guide (Private Message)】: ”Then send me the address. I’ll come over tomorrow.”

【Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Family (Private Message)】: ”Ah? Great group owner, you’re coming? This... it’s too much trouble for you.”

【Nameless Guide (Private Message)】: ”It’s no trouble. I happen to be in Beijing, and it’s not far. I’m afraid something might go wrong if you wait alone.”

Baoding is a total of over a hundred and fifty kilometers from Beijing; including travel through the city, it wouldn’t take more than three hours.

【Abandoned Young Master of a Wealthy Family (Private Message)】: ”Then... thank you, Great group owner.”

Fang Ming replied with a ”No problem” and exited the chat interface.

”Hello, who are you looking for?”

Shen Wanyin’s clothing company was located on the edge of Beijing’s North Third Ring Road. She had rented a floor of an office building; the storefront wasn’t large, but the decoration was very stylish.

Fang Ming and Chu Yao took the elevator up. Stepping out, they saw a light-wood reception desk. On the background wall were the words ’Wanyin Apparel’ written in a delicate, elegant script.

The receptionist was a girl in her early twenties with a ponytail, wearing the company’s own shirt-dress. Seeing someone arrive, she immediately stood up with a professional smile on her face.

”I’m looking for your President Shen,” Fang Ming said.

”May I ask if you have an appointment?”

”No.”

The receptionist kept her smile, but a hint of scrutiny entered her eyes. ”Then what is the nature of your business with President Shen? I’ll register it for you here.”

Fang Ming paused for a moment.

What business did he have with Shen Wanyin? The two had never even met in reality; he was just stopping by while passing through. What business could there be?

”I’m her friend. I’m passing through Beijing and came to see her.”

The receptionist’s smile stiffened slightly. She had heard this kind of rhetoric far too many times.

President Shen was wealthy and beautiful, and she was single. Every few days, ’friends’ would show up—old classmates, former acquaintances, business partners—and nine times out of ten, they were all there for President Shen’s face.

The man in front of her didn’t look bad and even had a beautiful woman with him, but no appointment meant no appointment.

”I’m sorry, President Shen is currently meeting with a guest. How about you leave your contact information, and I’ll pass it on once President Shen is finished?”

”Forget it, I’ll just give her a call.”

Fang Ming looked at her businesslike attitude and knew there was no point in arguing with the receptionist.

He pulled out his phone and found Shen Wanyin’s number.

...

Wanyin Apparel, President’s Office.

Shen Wanyin sat behind her desk, wearing a cream-colored knit sweater. Her long hair draped over her shoulders, her makeup was elegant, and she looked gentle and intellectual.

She held a pen, signed a document, then looked up at the man on the sofa opposite her.

Xu Zifeng, thirty-two years old, the eldest young master of the Xu Family in Beijing.

Although the Xu Family wasn’t as wealthy as the Lu family, they were still one of Beijing’s top wealthy families and, like the Zhou Family, had the foundation of Cultivators.

”President Shen, regarding that co-branded collection we discussed, I’ve had my people prepare three sets of proposals. I’ll have the designer bring them over for your review later.”

Shen Wanyin nodded. ”Mr. Xu has gone to a lot of trouble.”

”It’s only right.” Xu Zifeng picked up his teacup and took a sip, his gaze lingering on her face for a split second before quickly moving away. ”By the way, I’m hosting a private cocktail party next Saturday. The attendees are all friends from the clothing and fabric circles. I wonder if you’d be interested?”

Hearing this, Shen Wanyin felt a bit helpless.

Here it comes again. This was already the third time this month.

The first was an art exhibition, the second was a tea tasting, and the third was this cocktail party.

Every excuse was high-sounding, and every invitation was polite, but the intent couldn’t be clearer.

Xu Zifeng had a good reputation in the Beijing Circle; he was dignified and thoughtful. His investment in her company involved real money, yet he never questioned the operations or interfered with management.

His way of pursuing someone was also very measured—no flowers, no gifts, no extravagant displays. He just occasionally found a pretext to ask her out for tea, an exhibition, or to discuss business, and then left gracefully.

Any other single woman would probably be moved.

But not Shen Wanyin.

Ever since she was drugged by Zhou Zihao, every time the topic of a boyfriend came up, her mind was filled with the events of that night.

Given her age, she knew that night was just an accident and she shouldn’t overthink it no matter what, but for some reason, she simply couldn’t make room for another man in her mind.

”President Shen?” Xu Zifeng’s voice pulled her back.

Shen Wanyin snapped out of it and forced an apologetic smile. ”Next Saturday... I might not be able to get away. I have several new designs to oversee.”

Xu Zifeng looked at her, his smile unchanged, but something flashed in the depths of his eyes and vanished instantly.

”Alright then!” He stood up and adjusted his shirt cuffs. ”Shall we make it another day?”

”Sure, I won’t see you out.”

”It’s fine...”

Xu Zifeng waved his hand, preparing to leave, when the phone on Shen Wanyin’s desk suddenly rang.

She glanced at the screen; it was an unknown number from Chengdu. She picked it up nonchalantly.

A few seconds later, Shen Wanyin was stunned.

”What?? You’re downstairs?? Okay, I’ll be right down.”

Her voice unconsciously carried a hint of urgency, and only after speaking did she realize her tone was a bit off.

She hung up and looked up to find Xu Zifeng still standing by the door, watching her.

Xu Zifeng’s expression hadn’t changed—he still looked composed—but the look in his eyes was different.

”President Shen has a guest downstairs? Shall we go together?”

”Let’s go!!”

Shen Wanyin didn’t refuse; she simply grabbed her phone and walked out of the office.

Xu Zifeng followed Shen Wanyin into the elevator. Seeing her quickly adjust her clothes and makeup in the elevator mirror, he couldn’t help but frown.

A woman adorns herself for the one who pleases her!

The person she was going to see... was a man???

”How is that possible??”