Chapter 5: Such a Strange Car

Chu Fei turned his head, puzzled, wondering which poser had come to interrupt his own act. But the moment he saw who it was, his expression instantly soured.

It was a woman—more precisely, a strikingly beautiful one. She wore a black-and-white office outfit: a taut white blouse and a black pencil skirt that highlighted her alluring figure, while her shapely legs, wrapped in sheer black stockings, were impossible to look away from.

Before Chu Fei could say a word, the Ouyang father and son rushed up as if they'd found a lifeline. Ouyang Cai was the first to speak. “Miss Meng, you’ve come at the perfect time! This brat is about to destroy our Ouyang family! Please, uphold justice for us!”

“That’s right, Miss Meng! Not only did he steal my fiancée, he’s trying to kill me and my father! He’s gone too far—please help us!” Ouyang Jue chimed in.

Meng Ziyi. The eldest daughter of the Meng family in the capital, and the Ouyang family’s most powerful backing. Their current status was all thanks to the Meng family’s support. With her status, a single word could reduce a nobody like Chu Fei to dust.

Hearing the complaints of father and son, Meng Ziyi’s expression turned as unpleasant as Chu Fei’s. She looked at Chu Fei and asked, “Is what they said true?”

Chu Fei, somewhat embarrassed, replied, “You can’t really blame me for this—it was forced upon me…”

Hearing their exchange, the Ouyang pair assumed Meng Ziyi was about to hold Chu Fei accountable for causing chaos in their home, and that Chu Fei, recognizing her identity, had no choice but to restrain himself.

Meng Ziyi pressed further, “If you were unwilling, how did she force you?”

“Exactly!” Chu Fei replied, his words carrying more than one meaning.

Meng Ziyi paused, then couldn’t help but grumble inwardly—What a twisted situation!

Ouyang Jue, sensing Chu Fei was making excuses, quickly interjected, “He wasn’t forced at all, Miss Meng! You wouldn’t believe it—he was bragging just now, boasting he did it three times! If he was really coerced, could he manage that? Clearly, he wasn’t forced!”

Hearing this, Chu Fei glared at Ouyang Jue in anger. He’d confided in him honestly, even told him how many times he’d been with his fiancée, yet Ouyang Jue turned around and snitched on him! Wasn’t that out of line?

“Nothing more to say, huh?” Ouyang Jue, seeing Chu Fei’s expression, was even more convinced he’d scared him. He sneered, “You’ve figured out who she is, haven’t you? That’s right—she’s Miss Meng Ziyi of the Meng family, our Ouyang family’s greatest support!”

“With the Meng family behind us, killing you is like killing a dog. By this time next year, it’ll be the anniversary of your death!”

Chu Fei couldn’t be bothered with Ouyang Jue. Instead, he turned to Meng Ziyi, “Listen, let me explain—”

Ouyang Jue cut him off again, “It’s too late for pleading! You’ve killed so many in my family—you must pay the price! Once Miss Meng’s people finish you off, I’ll drag your corpse to Shen Miaoyu and, right in front of you, ravage her until I’m tired of her, then kill that wretch to keep you company in death!”

He was still ranting when a heavy slap landed squarely on his face.

The blow was so fierce that his head spun one hundred and eighty degrees on his neck, ending up face-to-face with his father behind him. Only when Ouyang Jue crashed to the ground did Ouyang Cai realize what had happened—his son had died just like that, and at Meng Ziyi’s hand!

“Do you talk too much?” Meng Ziyi looked at Ouyang Jue’s corpse, her tone cool. “Loose tongues get people killed.”

Ouyang Cai, coming to his senses, exploded with rage. “Meng Ziyi, why did you do that? Do you know who he was?”

Meng Ziyi pointed at Chu Fei and asked, “Do you know who he is?”

Ouyang Cai shook his head in confusion.

Meng Ziyi elaborated, “He’s my little junior brother. Your Ouyang family is nothing more than a pack of dogs raised by my family. What right do you have to make him kneel?”

Ouyang Cai stared at Chu Fei in shock, finally understanding why Chu Fei had been so fearless—he had such a woman backing him!

“But even so, did you have to kill my son?” Ouyang Cai, completely losing his composure, shouted at Meng Ziyi through gritted teeth, “You wretched woman! You killed my son—you owe me an explanation! Otherwise, our Ouyang family will—”

Bang!

Before he could finish, his body exploded. Behind him, Chu Fei had simply seized the opportunity to flatter.

“Curse me all you want, but how dare you insult my clever, beautiful, and—most importantly—brilliant Third Senior Sister!”

His words clearly pleased Meng Ziyi, whose anger subsided. She had always doted on this junior brother, tolerating no slander against him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have slapped Ouyang Jue to death for his incessant chatter.

The remaining members of the Ouyang family stared in horror at the pair’s ruthless efficiency. Clearly, they were disciples of the same master—unpredictable in their actions and quick to kill without hesitation.

Perhaps sensing the fear in the air, Chu Fei offered a comforting word, “Don’t worry, everyone—the dead aren’t hurt.”

The Ouyang family: “…”

His words landed like a heavy blow on everyone’s intelligence.

Meng Ziyi ignored their stunned gazes. In her high heels, she strode over to Chu Fei. He eagerly tried to throw himself into her arms, only for Meng Ziyi to seize him by the ear.

“Third Senior Sister, what are you doing? Ow—!”

Meng Ziyi retorted, “You just came down from the mountain yesterday and already snatched someone’s fiancée. Why don’t you try reaching the heavens next?”

“How could the heavens compare to you?”

Meng Ziyi twisted his ear harder. “You’ve really caught my attention, haven’t you? After a few years apart, you even dare to tease your Senior Sister now!”

“As the saying goes, a famous reputation has its pros and cons—what I was before no longer matters. Now I’m just a pervert,” Chu Fei replied unhurriedly.

“Oh?”

“I mean, that was before. I was wrong, Third Senior Sister.”

Hearing his admission, Meng Ziyi finally let go. But the scamp immediately added, “And I’ll dare next time, too!”

Seeing Meng Ziyi about to grab him again, Chu Fei quickly changed the subject. “Senior Sister, weren’t we supposed to meet tonight? How did you know I was here?”

His beautiful master had told Chu Fei that she’d already informed Third Senior Sister about how to change his destiny. That was why he’d chosen Dragon City as his first stop. But before they could meet, Shen Miaoyu had unexpectedly entered the picture.

“I didn’t know—you just happened to be here. I came to discuss business,” Meng Ziyi replied calmly.

Chu Fei glanced at Ouyang Jue’s corpse, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Is this… your idea of tough negotiation?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a beautiful secretary in gold-rimmed glasses rushed in. Seeing the scene, she was utterly baffled and looked to Meng Ziyi. “Miss, what happened here?”

“Ouyang Jue insulted my junior brother, so I killed him. As for Ouyang Cai—he blew himself up in anger.”

The secretary’s eyes widened. “But we were here to negotiate a deal, Miss!”

“Go ahead and negotiate—the Ouyang family isn’t all dead yet,” Meng Ziyi said indifferently. “I’m taking my junior brother home to catch up.”

Watching Meng Ziyi drag Chu Fei away, the secretary chased after them, on the verge of tears.

“Come back here! You’ve killed their people, what am I supposed to negotiate? Handle the aftermath?!”