Livestream Conflict-solver: The Whole Internet Begs Me for Justice!

171: Repaying Liu Feifei’s favorThe earnings from a single stream, not even counting the pile of top-tier special effect gifts that Shawa and Sera sent, but just the scattered gifts from the fans, reached a figure that even made him gasp.

This money was too easy to earn.

Being a Streamer, it was truly great.

He turned off the stream, didn’t even feel like taking a shower, and simply collapsed flat on the professional floor mat, starting to contemplate life.

Should he buy a yacht first, or buy a building in the city center first?

What truly simple, unadorned, and boring worries.

Just as he was imagining his beautiful future life, his phone rang at an inopportune time.

Caller ID: Liu Feifei.

Zhang Ze swiped to answer, put it on speakerphone, and spoke lazily.

”Sister Feifei, miss me? Did you see my heroic appearance in the stream and become deeply captivated by me?”

”Stop joking around.”

The voice on the other end of the phone held no hint of joking.

Zhang Ze scrambled up from the floor.

Something was wrong.

Something was very wrong.

Liu Feifei, this woman, was usually either fiery and impulsive or naturally seductive; when had she ever used this tone?

”What’s wrong?” He dropped his playful attitude.

”Zhang Ze, I need you to fulfill that promise now.”

Promise?

”What happened? Tell me slowly.” Zhang Ze walked to the gym fridge and took out a bottle of water.

”Get ready. We’re going to Yanjing tomorrow.”

Yanjing?

Zhang Ze paused while twisting open the bottle cap.

That place name carried significant weight.

He took a sip of water to calm himself down, then reverted to his usual flippant tone.

”Going to Yanjing? Sister Fei, isn’t this plot developing a bit too fast?”

”Are we finally going to meet the parents, and then stage a drama where the domineering CEO angrily rejects the rich girl, and the hero saves the beauty and steals the fiancée?”

”I’m telling you, I’m a professional at acting that part. I’ll start a Stream then, and the title will be ’My Partner is Actually a Rich Young Lady from the Yanjing Aristocracy,’ it’ll definitely explode in popularity!”

He was talking nonsense, trying to lighten the mood.

However, Liu Feifei on the other end of the phone still showed no hint of a smile.

”Zhang Ze.”

”I’m not joking with you.”

A brief silence fell over the phone call.

”Got it.”

He only answered with three words.

”What time is the flight tomorrow?”

”Eight in the morning, Jianghai International Airport. I will have the driver pick you up.”

”Okay.”

”You don’t need to bring much; everything will be prepared there,” Liu Feifei added.

”Mhm.”

”Zhang Ze...” Liu Feifei seemed to want to say something else.

”Don’t worry.” Zhang Ze interrupted her. ”Since I promised you, I will definitely follow through.”

”Through mountains of knives and seas of fire, I will face it with you.”

Silence fell again on the other end of the line, and after a long time, Liu Feifei’s soft sigh finally came through.

”Thank you.”

”Don’t mention it. Hanging up.”

Zhang Ze decisively ended the call.

He threw the deformed mineral water bottle into the trash can, then slowly walked over to the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror.

The person in the mirror still had that handsome appearance.

But the post-workout feeling of ease and joy had vanished without a trace.

Yanjing.

Aristocracy.

This was not a good sign.

He had thought that after returning from Southeast Asia, he could enjoy a few days of slacker life as a domineering CEO.

Liu Feifei, that woman—he had never deeply investigated her background, only knowing that it was not simple.

”Trouble...”

Zhang Ze muttered softly.

However, not only did he not feel afraid, but he felt a hint of excitement.

A peaceful life was certainly comfortable, but the adventurous gene in his bones always needed some stimulation to be activated.

He left the gym, returned to the bedroom, and didn’t pack any luggage.

Liu Feifei said everything was prepared there.

This meant either her family wealth was so great that he didn’t need to bring anything, or the situation was so urgent that there was no time for him to pack.

He leaned toward the latter.

He lay on the soft, large bed, but was wide awake.

With Sera gone, the large villa felt increasingly empty.

He thought for a moment, and still sent Sera a message.

”Baby, I have to go to Yanjing for a business trip tomorrow. It might take a few days.”

The message was sent, and the reply was almost instant.

”Yanjing? Is that the capital of Longguo? Are you going to work? Is it dangerous?”

A string of questions.

Zhang Ze smiled and typed his reply.

”Don’t worry, I’m going to discuss a big deal. It’s very safe.”

”Then you be careful!”

”Don’t worry.”

After reassuring Sera, he put down his phone and closed his eyes.

His mind began racing, simulating all the possible situations he might encounter.

Kidnapping? Assassination? Or a business war?

No matter what it was, Zhang Ze would take it on.

He had been in Longguo for so long, yet he had never been to Yanjing.

Perfect, he could go and see what the top circles of Longguo were really like.

He would see if the waters there were deep, or if his methods as ”Brother Pingshi” were tougher.

The night grew deeper, and the Zijin Villa was brightly lit.

Tomorrow, should he dress handsomely, or dress more low-key?

After all, this was a script about a domineering CEO stealing the bride.

Image was very important...

Early the next morning, Zhang Ze was woken up by the villa’s smart butler.

”Mr. Zhang, at six-thirty in the morning, Ms. Liu’s driver is waiting outside the gate.”

Zhang Ze yawned and sat up in bed.

Six thirty?

Was this catching a flight, or rushing to reincarnrate? So eager.

He spent ten minutes taking a shower and changed into a set of casual clothes that looked ordinary but where every logo was actually quite valuable.

Image management had to be perfect.

If it really was a bride-stealing script, his outfit would be worthy of the identity of the ”Mysterious and Rich Male Protagonist.”

Outside the villa gate, a black Cullinan was parked quietly, its license plate number being five eights.

Zhang Ze whistled.

Good heavens, just going to the airport, did they need to be so extravagant?

A driver wearing a black suit and white gloves opened the car door for him, his movements so standard they looked like they were copied from a textbook.

”Mr. Zhang, please.”

”Thanks, buddy.”

Zhang Ze plopped himself down, feeling the soft leather seat.

This car was more comfortable than his porsche.

It just felt a bit... old-fashioned.

The driver said nothing, smoothly started the vehicle, and merged into the morning streets.

The car was excessively quiet.

Zhang Ze couldn’t help but speak: ”Master, how about some music? DJ, drop a track!”

The driver glanced at him through the rearview mirror, said nothing, but the center console screen lit up, and a soothing piece of classical music flowed out.

Zhang Ze: ”...”

Fine, pretend I didn’t say anything.