I Can Really Do Whatever I Want

In the large conference room.

Jason smiled and shook hands with Eliza Leng: "Eliza, so young and daring! Truly a brilliant young entrepreneur! Come, let's sign the contract. Win-win cooperation, hahaha, win-win cooperation!"

Eliza Leng forced a polite smile: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"Ah, no problem, no problem! You're here now, that's what matters! Would you like to review the contract again?"

Eliza Leng said, "No need, we can sign directly."

"Oh, how bold! Truly befitting Northlandia's most beautiful entrepreneur! Well then, let's sign, let's sign!"

At that moment, the door was kicked open with a loud BANG.

Everyone turned to look as the glass door shattered into pieces.

Fyren Zhang stood in the doorway, hands in his pockets, his face the picture of menacing authority - calm yet commanding.

The security guard moved to intervene, but Zaring immediately pressed a hand against his chest.

Zaring pointed at him threateningly: "Young Master Fyren is handling business. If you value your life, get lost!"

Fyren Zhang might not have much else going for him, but his notorious reputation was undeniable.

Anyone who didn't know Fyren Zhang had never set foot in Crystalpeak City.

Anyone who hadn't secretly cursed Fyren Zhang in their heart had never truly lived in Crystalpeak City.

No one dared to cross Fyren Zhang.

Fyren Zhang loosened his tie and stepped over the broken glass. A dozen men brought by Zaring swarmed in like bandits, forcing members from both teams against the walls.

Eliza Leng suddenly found Fyren Zhang incredibly handsome.

This aura, this reckless bravado, this domineering spirit of being master of heaven, earth and oneself - it was truly indescribable.

Eliza Leng had always loved tough guys.

She couldn't stand sycophants.

What kind of man had no temper?

Especially knowing he was doing this to protect her, to guard her interests - her resentment faded, replaced by secret excitement.

But she maintained an angry facade: "Fyren Zhang! What do you think you're doing?"

Jason looked confused: "Aigoo, Eliza, who is this person? Why is he so rude?"

Eliza Leng said, "It's fine, I'll handle this."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Eliza Leng pretended to scold: "Fyren Zhang, we're conducting business here! Don't cause trouble!"

"Business my ass!"

Fyren Zhang strode in like a gang boss, his stern face and fierce gaze making everyone lower their eyes in fear.

Fyren Zhang commanded: "Jason, get over here!"

Jason didn't dare move - this guy clearly wasn't someone to mess with!

Jason looked back at Eliza Leng, who reassured him, "It's okay, don't worry. I'm here."

Eliza Leng shouted angrily, "Fyren Zhang! Don't cause trouble! Or I'll really lose my temper!"

"Lose your temper?" Fyren Zhang laughed. "I'll lose mine first! Jason, Eliza Leng is my fiancée - how dare you try to take advantage of her?"

Jason froze: "Aigoo! Aigoo! It's Young Master Fyren! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." (repeated ten times)

Fyren Zhang walked up, picked up the contract on the table and glanced at it. "Bullshit."

He tore up the contract and threw the pieces in Jason's face. "Hit him!"

Zaring immediately punched Jason to the ground, stomped on his chest, then abruptly produced a baseball bat. "Young Master Fyren, how should I do this?"

Fyren Zhang sat in the boss chair, crossing his legs like an old patriarch: "Just beat him so badly he can't get up before noon tomorrow."

"Got it!" Zaring raised the bat, then hesitated. "Young Master Fyren... that timing seems too precise. I'm not sure I can be that accurate!"

"Why the hell are you talking nonsense? Just beat him!"

Jason's team had never seen such violence - no one dared intervene.

Jason screamed, "Eliza! Eliza! Explain this, explain-"

Eliza Leng said calmly, "It's okay. I'm here."

"What? Still 'okay'? AHH—!"

Zaring had already started swinging.

Fyren Zhang rocked slowly in his chair, feeling triumphant. If Otto Long didn't exist in this world, I really could do whatever I wanted.

Jason squealed in pain.

Eliza Leng called out, "Fyren Zhang, stop! Don't hit him so hard!"

Jason's people were going crazy.

What was wrong with these two?

One wanted his boss beaten so precisely he couldn't rise before noon tomorrow.

The other just said "Don't hit him so hard"? How hard was appropriate? Was this some kind of performance?

Fyren Zhang gave Eliza Leng a roguish look: "I, Fyren Zhang, am Crystalpeak City's number one villain! This is my style - isn't it cool?"

Eliza Leng, annoyed by his fake tough-guy act, pushed him and whispered, "Stop fighting." Her tone was unexpectedly tender.

"Huh?"

Eliza Leng rolled her eyes. "Stop fighting. I won't sign."

Fyren Zhang called, "Zaring."

Zaring responded, "Young Master Fyren, I estimate we still have three hours, twenty-five minutes and thirty-nine seconds until we meet your requested timing."

The Secretary General's mouth twitched.

What's wrong with these two? Are they really following a strict timeline? How do they even calculate this? Are they timing it to the second?

Fyren Zhang said, "Alright, alright, stop beating him. Let them scram."

The farce came to an end.

Jason never expected this outcome - billions in cash nearly secured, only for everything to collapse like this.

The real question is, what was your excuse? Saying I molested Eliza Leng? With my looks, could I even have molested her?

If even you can't flirt with Eliza Leng, wouldn't I be seeking death by trying?

This was too bizarre!

Fyren Zhang and Jason's men left.

Fyren Zhang turned to Eliza Leng's team. "Why are you still standing here? Waiting for me to pay you?"

The Secretary General trembled in fear.

She knew how terrifying Young Master Fyren could be - all smiles and shamelessness when thick-skinned, but capable of turning on anyone when angered.

The Secretary General nervously glanced at Eliza Leng, who gave her a subtle signal.

"Everyone out," the Secretary General immediately ordered. "Let Eliza and Young Master Fyren talk privately."

After everyone left, Fyren Zhang remained seated like a patriarch.

"Stop shaking your legs!" Eliza Leng smacked Fyren Zhang.

Fyren Zhang said disdainfully, "This is this young master's style!"

"If you keep acting like a thug in front of me, I'll lose my temper."

"Hey, no no no, I was just joking around."

"Tell me, how did you know he was trying to scam me?"

"Huh? He was scamming you? Damn, had I known, I would've beaten him for a few more hours."

Eliza Leng pinched Fyren Zhang hard. "Be serious. How did you know?"

"I don't know."

"Lying again?"

"How can I explain something I don't know?"

Eliza Leng grew angry. "Don't know? Then don't bother me with your business ever again! Never appear before me!"

"Haha, deal!"

Fyren Zhang stood up. "About our engagement - we still need to resolve it soon. Have you told your family?"

"Yes, early next month."

"No, I mean we need to call off the engagement after the old man passes."

"Oh, that depends on my mood."

"Your mood shouldn't matter here. I mean... you should call your father and mother now to clarify things."

"Fyren Zhang, what exactly do you want? You were the one chasing me for three years!"

"You rejected me then."

"I accept now."

"Why?"

"Because I like it. It makes me happy. I love you."

Fyren Zhang instantly became agitated: "Sister, don't mess with me. You're annoyed with me, you hate me, you want to strangle me - everyone in Crystalpeak City knows this. I just don't understand. You clearly hate me, now that I'm not bothering you anymore and we're going our separate ways, isn't this natural? Why is it so hard to break up with you?"

"Do you really want to break up?"

"Yes."

"Tell me why."

Fyren Zhang thought to himself:

If I could tell you, I would have already! The point is I can't!

What does it matter? What's important is that you don't like me! You like Otto Long!

Eliza Leng calmly said, "I don't care what's going on in that dog brain of yours. Anyway, if you don't tell me the truth, I won't do what you want."

Fyren Zhang looked at her and suddenly laughed.

[If I don't show you some real skill and ruthlessness, you won't understand who you're dealing with.]

Fyren Zhang stood up and approached Eliza Leng.

Eliza Leng instinctively leaned back, her hips pressing against the table edge. "What are you doing?"

"Women are truly contrary."

Fyren Zhang laughed. "When I liked you, you pushed me away and acted all pure. Now that I want to leave you, you come on strong."

Eliza Leng glared. "Fyren Zhang! Watch your mouth!"

Fyren Zhang pinched Eliza Leng's chin like a rogue. "I'm going to make things difficult for you today."

Eliza Leng's mind went blank.

Is he... going to kiss me?

This bastard, completely shameless!

So annoying! Look at that smug, roguish expression - infuriating!

Come closer, come... wait...

I'm not... quite ready yet. Does my breath smell?

Oh God! What am I thinking? He's going to kiss me!

Fyren Zhang slowly moved closer to Eliza Leng, thinking:

Why isn't she moving? Move already! Just slap me and get it over with! Then we can cancel the engagement - perfect plot development!

Why are you closing your eyes? Are you serious? Open them! What's this? Giving up?

Fyren Zhang looked at the beautiful face in his hands - this cold beauty still had her eyes closed.

A normal person would rather be machine-gunned than kiss her in this situation.

But Fyren Zhang couldn't.

Because this was the female lead, Otto Long's primary love interest. She was untouchable.

Yet now he was in too deep.

Another game of chicken - who would blink first?

Eliza Leng heard Fyren Zhang's thoughts. Not only was she not angry, but the face he was pinching even showed a faint smile.

She thought smugly: Trying to play the bad boy with me? You think I'll fall for this act? You dare to kiss me? Go ahead, I dare you!

Fyren Zhang quickly changed tactics and released Eliza Leng's face. "Take the initiative yourself. Come kiss me if you dare. Don't say I didn't give you the chance."

Eliza Leng opened her eyes and stared at Fyren Zhang.

Fyren Zhang panicked.

He couldn't detect even a trace of annoyance, displeasure, or resistance on the woman's face.

Instead, Eliza Leng's two jade-white hands gently cupped Fyren Zhang's face.

Now it was Fyren Zhang's turn to short-circuit.

[What are you doing, big sister...?

You're breaking character! How can you tolerate this? Are you really throwing yourself at me?

This makes no sense! No sense at all!

Things have gone this far... what are you planning to do!]

Fyren Zhang watched as that stunning face with its delicate red lips came closer... and closer... and closer to his own.

[No way...?]

Fyren Zhang couldn't believe it.

[Has today's plot really derailed this badly?]