Normally speaking, this would have been Fyren's most humiliating moment.
Not only was she being disowned, but she was also given an eviction notice.
If this had been the old Fyren, she would either sweet-talk her way out or, if desperate, throw the door open, hurl some harsh words, and then screw the Leng family over completely.
But the Fyren of today was no longer the same person.
Today's Fyren would neither grovel nor rage.
Today's Fyren would absolutely...
He hastily got up and bowed to everyone in turn. "Okay, okay, you guys go ahead with your business. I have something to attend to at home, so I'll be leaving now. No need to see me out—oh wait, no one was going to see me out anyway. Ha, it's fine, it's fine..."
Eliza suddenly stood up and shouted angrily, "Stop!"
Fyren paused at the doorway, whining, "What do you want now?"
Eliza was on the verge of tears.
Fyren looked around and suddenly felt sorry for Eliza.
This poor girl was truly pitiable. Her grandmother didn't love her, her uncle didn't care for her, and her own father treated her as a cash cow. Now that Otto had made his intentions clear about devouring the Leng family, she stood alone and helpless, destined to become mere prey on Otto's plate.
If I leave, she'll have to face her father and Otto all by herself.
But there's nothing I can do—this is between the female lead and male lead. I can't afford to play the villain!
Eliza's hands trembled as tears welled up in her eyes, her gaze fixed pleadingly on Fyren.
Fyren felt both guilty and helpless. "I... really have things to do."
Xena, having overheard Fyren's heartfelt words, wore an expression of displeasure.
"Ugh, just go already! They've made it loud and clear they're kicking you out. Why are you still hanging around?"
Eliza's lips quivered with suppressed emotion as she whispered almost pleadingly, "Fyren... help me."
She felt guilty.
What right did she have to say this?
For three years, this person had tried everything to please her—had she ever given them a kind look?
No.
For three years, they'd been attentive to her—had she ever given them a chance?
No.
For three years, they'd tried to coax her—had she ever said a single kind word to them?
Never.
Now that she was in trouble, cornered by her father and Otto, here she was swallowing her pride and begging for help.
How shameless!
Why would they risk offending her father and Otto for her sake?
It made no sense.
But Fyren was Eliza's last hope.
Once the 5 billion investment came through,Elton Leng would immediately begin restructuring to push Eliza out and install Otto as president of Qingfeng Group.Even if Eliza held10 billion in cash, the fate of Qingfeng Group would no longer have anything to do with her.
Fyren was deeply conflicted.
An internal war raged within him.
His first instinct was undoubtedly to help Eliza now.
Just remembering the depth of his feelings for her, just seeing how lonely and pitiful she was—the impulse in his heart was nearly impossible to suppress.
But the opponent was Otto!
The great protagonist!
He couldn't fight him in any way!
He could only serve as his stepping stone.
[Be reasonable!
Fyren, you must be reasonable. Impulsiveness will get you killed.
After you die, their storyline will continue. Your impulsiveness and hot-bloodedness are meaningless.]
Otto laughed. "Young Master Fyren, are you leaving or not? Make a stand! What's the point of just standing at the door without saying a word?"
Elton Leng also chuckled. "Fyren, just go back. We'll handle our family's affairs ourselves. Besides, I doubt you still have the cash to help me buy land. That shantytown renovation project of yours—hahahaha! I wish you prosperity, but if you don't lose your family's fortune, I'll personally come to congratulate you! Hahahaha!"
Otto walked up to Fyren and whispered in his ear, "I know what you're thinking. Qingfeng Group is as good as mine. Eliza will eventually end up as a plaything in my bed. And you… just wait. Next, it'll be your Zhang family's turn."
Fyren's fists slowly clenched.
At this moment, he locked eyes with Otto.
Otto wore an arrogant smirk, while Fyren struggled to suppress his fury—yet his gaze had already turned ferocious.
"Oh? Nice glare." Otto chuckled. "Thanks to your recklessness, the Zhang family will go bankrupt faster than I expected. Oh, I'm already preparing to take over Dasheng Group. You and your family—I'll bury you under debts so massive you'll never repay them in your lifetime. You'll be left begging on the streets… And when that happens, I'll be waiting by the roadside with spare change ready."
Just then, someone leaned in.
Xena widened her pretty eyes. "What are you two whispering about?"
Otto startled, then leaned back with a hasty smile. "Ah, Ms. Xena. You shouldn't waste your time mingling with this spoiled rich brat. Everything he has is thanks to his parents—he's got no real ability of his own. Be careful, or he'll drag your Xu family down with him."
Xena pouted. "I'm also a spoiled rich kid who relies on my parents, so that makes us the same."
"Of course you're different. You're a divine doctor and a young—"
Fyren suddenly cut in. "Otto, where's this consortium of yours? Dare to show me?"
Otto checked his watch. "We're meeting at the café soon. Why? You want to tag along?"
"Exactly."
Otto narrowed his eyes. "Kid, you're determined to oppose me, aren't you?"
"No." Fyren said coldly. "I just want to see how capable you really are—and how big your appetite is to swallow all four families of Crystalpeak City."
Eliza had managed to steady her emotions, but now tears burst forth uncontrollably.
This man…
I've never treated him well—in fact, I've been downright cruel.
Yet he's helped me time and time again, recklessly and selflessly.
When the whole world abandoned me, he was the only one who didn't.
Why would he help me… when he clearly doesn't even like me anymore?
Eliza walked up to Fyren and asked, "Why? I thought you said you didn't like me anymore. Why are you still willing to help me?"
Fyren looked at her and suddenly smiled, reaching out to wipe away her tears:
"Because you cried. I'll kill anyone who makes my goddess cry."
Eliza broke into a smile and hugged Fyren tightly.
The hug instantly cleared Fyren's head a bit.
"Ughhhhhhhhh!"
...
Fyren remained chagrined the entire way.
[Fyren, Fyren, are you out of your mind!
[It shouldn't matter if she cries, you don't need to pity her!
[Now she's making you go against Otto - isn't that a death sentence?]
Eliza sat down next to Fyren and asked breathlessly, "Regretting it already?"
"Huh? No, no."
"Then why are you always so afraid of Otto?"
Fyren looked at Eliza, "The fortune teller said he's my destined nemesis."
"And you believe that nonsense?"
Xena was half-pissed, "Fyren, I thought you said you didn't like Eliza anymore and that you liked me. What's going on now?"
Fyren thought to himself, why are you everywhere?
He looked at Xena seriously, "I don't like Eliza anymore, but I definitely never said I liked you either!"
"Then why do you keep eyeing me up and down when I'm in uniform?"
"I leer at any pretty girl in uniform! I spend all night swiping through girls in revealing outfits on my phone - is that a problem?"
"Would those girls in uniform dance just for you?"
Fyren's eyes widened, "Big sister, I'm rich! I can get as many of those kinds of girls as I want!"
"You... you're comparing me to them?"
"No?!"
Xena was so angry she wanted to kick Fyren to death.
Eliza sneered, "Xena, haven't you always disliked Fyren? What's wrong with you lately? Now you're pestering my fiancé?"
"Eliza, let's not call it that. Your father already said he's canceling the engagement. Now that Fyren's single, everyone has a fair chance."
Eliza was furious, "He's been pursuing me for three years! How can you compare?"
Xena countered, "I can wear uniforms - he likes my figure, and he loves girls in uniform, don't you Fyren?"
Fyren was too embarrassed to answer properly, "You... you... watch what you're saying."
"Do I look good in this uniform today?"
"Is that really the point here?"
Xena continued, "Fyren loves black stockings - he drools every time I wear them, isn't that right Fyren?"
Fyren protested, "Eliza, why are you encouraging this? Calm down..."
Xena added, "I've never had a boyfriend, and I'm still a virgin... Fyren likes pure, busty lolitas, don't you Fyren?"
Fyren wanted to die: "Could you... not say that so loudly..."
Eliza said, "Coincidentally, I've spent years with him without giving myself away. And you don't realize yet, little girl - cute is worthless next to sexy. Fyren's experienced and seen it all - your act might be fresh to him at best, isn't that right Fyren?"
Fyren covered her face, "Stop it, can't you two behave?"
Xena said: "Let me tell you, don't let Fyren's asshole exterior fool you - deep down he's a total pervert. He loves all kinds of role-playing games. I can be sweet or spicy, and he says I'm full of surprises with endless tricks up my sleeve. Isn't that right, Fyren?"
Fyren looked at her in shock, "When did I ever say that, big sister!?"
Eliza laughed, "Some games require long legs to play properly, and he's said himself my legs could keep him entertained for a lifetime..."
Fyren was furious, "Stop the car! Stop the car! I want out! I want to die!"
The car stopped and the driver, beads of sweat on his forehead, looked back at Fyren with such envy he could barely restrain himself from kicking him to death.
The two girls got out of the car still pouting, ignoring each other completely.
Just as Fyren was about to walk up the steps, Xena came up and wrapped her arm around Fyren's, making a show of it toward Eliza, "Hmph."
Eliza immediately grabbed Fyren's other arm and snorted, "Hmph."
Fyren tensed up as if being restrained by two police officers, "You... stop this, let me go, okay? I admit I'm wrong! From now on I won't bother with either of you. The three of us should just drink to our failed relationships and never see each other again!"
The two girls shouted in unison, "She drinks first!"
Otto got out of the car and his face turned green at the scene.
Fyren suddenly felt all his hairs stand on end.
[No way! This is really asking for death. I have to get out of here!]
Fyren turned to run, but as he spun around, he nearly collided with a massive black man.
Both froze simultaneously, and the other man pointed at Fyren in surprise, "Fy...Fyren!?"
Fyren's eyes widened.
[It's over, Iron King!]
Fyren turned his head to see Otto.
[Otto in front, Iron King behind!
I'm done for!]