First Day Gift Package

Fyren's mother: "Eliza dear, try this. I know you like Cantonese cuisine. Today your uncle specially arranged for a Cantonese chef to come cook at our house."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Hong Zhang: "Eliza, have some of this crab congee—it's very nourishing! The crabs I ordered today were caught in the first net this morning and flown directly to Crystalpeak City while still alive."

"Thank you, Uncle. Please don't go to so much trouble."

Fyren's mother: "Eliza, taste this. Does it remind you of home?"

"It's really delicious."

Hong Zhang: "And this—pair it with foie gras. It replenishes your qi and boosts immunity."

Eliza Leng was being treated with the utmost hospitality.

Of course, as the daughter of the Leng family and chairwoman of Qingfeng Group, Eliza Leng would receive the highest level of reception and courtesy wherever she went.

But today was completely different.

Her status had changed.

Having agreed to the engagement on a whim, these two elders now clearly regarded her as their future daughter-in-law.

Their attentiveness wasn't the polite, formal kind reserved for VIPs or corporate presidents, but the warm, familial care one shows to their own.

This kind of treatment was a first for Eliza Leng.

Needless to say, Eliza Leng was enchanted.

Her family was rational and reserved—not as lively as the Zhang family, nor as free-spirited and casual.

Every meal at her home felt like a formal routine, with everyone observing proper table manners in polite humility.

It was nothing like the Zhang family, who, upon seeing her at the table, immediately piled all the best dishes in front of her.

Eliza Leng couldn't help but envy Fyren Zhang.

Their boisterousness didn't come across as vulgar or rude in the slightest—on the contrary, it radiated a strong sense of familial warmth and coziness.

Even when Fyren Zhang and his father were bickering or roughhousing, Eliza Leng found it heartwarming and fulfilling.

Fyren Zhang stood to the side. "Dad, Mom, I'm hungry too."

Hong Zhang turned his head, his expression instantly darkening. "Get lost!"

Eliza Leng burst out laughing.

Fyren's mother quickly added, "Eliza dear, don't mind him. This time, it's his fault—your uncle even hit him for it. Just forgive him, okay? Actually, Fyren has always been a good boy, very kind-hearted. You've practically grown up together—you know how he is."

"Ah, it was during those college years when his dad got sick for a while and insisted on keeping the family business running. We didn't even have time to discipline him much—we just gave him money, and as a result, he picked up a bunch of bad habits from others. But deep down, my Fyren has a good heart…"

Hong Zhang said, "He's just an idiot. Eliza dear, don't worry. If he ever bullies you again, just call me directly. I'll back you up anytime, anywhere."

Eliza Leng hurriedly replied, "Actually, it's fine. Over the past three years, my attitude wasn't great either. There were a few times when I spoke impulsively, and I even offended you and Uncle. I apologize to you both."

"Aigoo, let's not dwell on the past. As parents, how could we hold a grudge against our child?"

"That kid has no shame. Sometimes, just seeing his face makes us angry. Here, have some more dishes…"

Fyren Zhang watched his family happily chatting, but he was still hungry—so hungry he could cry.

He walked out and saw his brother, Sullivan Zhang, just entering the door. The two locked eyes.

Fyren Zhang raised a hand and pointed: "You, stop right there!"

Sullivan Zhang panicked and turned to run.

"Stop right there, you little brat!"

Fyren Zhang was about to rush out and chase his troublemaking brother when suddenly, he heard a system beep:

Dingdong!

"Host, please claim your first-day gift package!"

Fyren Zhang froze, thrilled inside.

It's here!

First-day gift pack—nice! With this, he wouldn't have to worry about being hunted down anymore.

System: *"Congratulations, Host, on successfully surviving the first-day trial. You have lasted 24 hours in this world. Please claim your first-day gift package now!"*

Fyren Zhang hurriedly ran into the bathroom and locked the door.

Above his line of sight, a large video game-like screen appeared, filled with compartments containing gift package icons of various symbols.

Fyren Zhang couldn't contain his excitement.

He tapped the first one:

"Jade Maiden Pinning Elixir – Causes the female protagonist to quickly enter a certain state, if you know what I mean."

Fyren Zhang's face stiffened: "Isn't this a death sentence? I want them to stay eight feet away from me—what's the point of this? Trash."

He tapped the second one:

"Perspective Eyes (x3) – Choose three female protagonists and perform perspective-based fantasies on them. Guaranteed to give you a nosebleed."

Fyren Zhang lowered his head. "Isn't this supposed to be a great gift package? What's all this nonsense? It's all dirty tricks! Are there any good ones? Something that could make me... just powerful enough to survive even if Otto Long comes looking for trouble?"

He tapped on the third one:

"Birth control pills, if the heroine is pregnant with your child..."

"Then I'll be completely dead!" Fyren Zhang roared angrily. "Why are all these things that will get me killed? Isn't there anything serious? What about Qiankun Da Nuo Yi or Acala Kung Fu or whatever?"

Clicking on the fourth one:

"The male lead disappears for one day. This card allows male lead Otto Long to be banned from appearing, provided you don't do anything bad and don't make a move on the female lead. Would you like to use it immediately?"

"Hahaha!" Fyren Zhang had tears in the corners of his eyes. "Just one fucking day? Well, that's something at least. Use it, use it! I'm going to have myself a June 1st today."

Tapping on the fifth one:

"Erotica set! Passion always comes in the second half of the night - whips, bondage ropes, blindfolds, erotic lingerie, handcuffs..."

Fyren Zhang pressed angrily. "You're treating me like an adult! What the fuck does this have to do with my mission? If I wanted this stuff, I could buy it myself. Is this obvious to you? Is it fucking obvious to you?"

Clicking on the sixth one:

"Flash card. Can instantly teleport to any place within a five-meter radius, and can pass through obstacles."

Surprised, Fyren Zhang hurriedly grabbed it, finally showing a pleased smile. "Now this is proper stuff. With this, I've got one more escape option."

At this moment, his mom knocked on the bathroom door. "Fyren, Eliza is leaving. Go see her off."

Fyren Zhang didn't open the door and shouted through it. "Got it! Let her go by herself. I'm busy."

Outside came his dad's voice: "Alright, alright, I'll go get the broomstick ready. You find out who's keeping this door locked."

Fyren Zhang was depressed to death. "I'm coming out right now!"

...

Walking to the garage, Fyren Zhang scratched his head, his mind full of question marks.

In his own home's garage, most of the cars were his dad's - business sedans and boxy cars dominating.

He himself had parked two sports cars here.

In his memories from this world, he had a separate garage, but not in this villa.

There were only two cars here that belonged to him, both sports cars.

Zaring ran ahead, "Young Master, which car should we take today?"

Fyren Zhang rubbed his chin and pointed at a vehicle, "Bring me the keys to this one."

Zaring froze, "Young Master, this is the Master's car."

"It's just a car. Driving it won't kill me."

"Oh. But this car..."

"What's wrong?"

"It doesn't match your status!"

It was a low-profile luxury car - completely unremarkable in appearance but actually extremely expensive.

"This is the one."

Eliza Leng hadn't even realized how drastically her opinion of Fyren Zhang had changed.

The events of the past two days made her feel like she'd never truly known this person before.

The old Fyren Zhang would make her want to vomit within three minutes of being together. Just seeing him would turn her stomach, and even hearing his name would kill her appetite.

Yet today, she was actually relying on him to drive her back to the company.

A phone call and still no one had come to pick her up?

But Eliza Leng didn't call. She simply waited until Hong Zhang forced Fyren Zhang to escort her at broompoint.

Of course, one reason was that she no longer felt such intense loathing toward Fyren Zhang - something she herself hadn't fully realized yet.

Eliza Leng had suddenly come to find Fyren Zhang rather amusing.

Secondly, there were simply too many mysteries surrounding Fyren Zhang that she needed to clarify.

Sitting in the backseat, Eliza Leng calmly watched the scenery flash by outside the window, contemplating how to confront Fyren Zhang.

Fyren Zhang kept stealing glances at Eliza Leng through the rearview mirror, clicking his tongue mentally.

[She's really beautiful. How can someone be this good-looking? Does such a perfect woman actually exist? Some kind of mannequin?]

Eliza Leng knew she was attractive. She'd been complimented on her looks since childhood, nearly every day. She'd long grown numb to such praise, even bored by it.

But being genuinely admired by someone who praised her beauty from the bottom of his heart, who spoke of her so highly, was so infatuated and moved by her - this still pleased her and secretly delighted her.

The corners of her mouth involuntarily turned upward.

[Damn, need to figure out how to get her away from me. How did things get so messed up? She came to challenge me and ended up sleeping at my place. What fucking terrible plot development.]

Eliza Leng's smile vanished as she looked at Fyren Zhang. "Why do you suddenly dislike me so much?"

Fyren Zhang froze. "Nothing! How could I possibly dislike you? Everyone in Crystalpeak City knows how much I adore you! Haha, haha, haha... Ahem, no—I mean, not that I... well..."

Fyren Zhang's thoughtless response only hurt Eliza Leng's feelings more.

Here was a man who had pursued her relentlessly for three years. Yet now he could turn away without hesitation, completely detached, as if he wished she would disappear from the face of the earth.

This sudden change was hard for Eliza Leng to accept.

Before, she had thought Fyren Zhang was disgusting. But now... she didn't know why, she just felt deeply unsettled, as if she were about to lose something precious.

It was infuriating.

Eliza Leng looked out the window, struggling to maintain her composure. "Is there someone else you like? Is that why you can't stand me anymore?"

"Huh?" Fyren Zhang froze, then quickly said, "Yes."

Eliza Leng was shocked—she hadn't expected her own reaction to be so strong, so angry.

"Who is it?"

"Ah, just... someone."

"Who?"

"Is it important?"

"Very."

Eliza Leng said, "I need to know who managed to replace me as your new favorite."

Fyren Zhang pulled the car over to the side of the road.

He saw this as the perfect opportunity to settle things.

"Eliza, let me ask you one thing—do you want to team up?"

"No."

"Do you like me?"

"No."

"Then do you hate me?"

"Very much."

"Then that settles it!"

Fyren Zhang said, "You don't want to get married, you don't like me, and you even hate me—so why are we getting engaged? Let's both go back and tell our parents we don't agree. You tell yours it's my fault, and I'll tell mine the same. Perfect solution!"

"But I want to know why."

"The reason is I've changed my mind—I've fallen for someone else! Isn't that normal for a playboy like me?"

"Who is it?"

Fyren Zhang was going crazy, but he also felt a perverse delight at seeing her angry. "Does it matter?"

"Very much."

At that moment, Fyren Zhang's phone rang.

He glanced at the number and silently cheered—perfect timing.

Answering with a smile, he said, "Hey, Xena!"

Xena Xu was clearly taken aback. Yesterday, he'd been furious with her—why was he suddenly so sweet and greasy today?

Playing along, Xena Xu teased, "Fyren, aren't you tired from last night?"

"Aigoo, not at all! You really are a little temptress!"

"Heehee, stop talking nonsense or I'll hit you! We have the press conference today—hurry up and come. We need to go over the script."

"Okay, okay! But you have to wear the JK uniform for me~"

"You're impossible! I can't wear that for a press conference—"

Eliza Leng shoved the car door open, slammed it shut with force, and stormed away.