The villain's way to tame the protagonist

【Didn’t I give these to you?】

"Didn't I want to give you all of this?"

Leiden raised his voice angrily: "Money, estates, resources, everything he left for you. When you came of age, didn't I contact you and let you take it all away?"

[What do you think?] Anser lightly tapped his cheek and laughed in his heart, [Do I think I have anything to do with that guy?]

"Do you think I still want to have any contact with him?"

"I only see the results, and the results are that I rejected these things, and you chose to take them."

"You!" This ridiculous statement made Leiden stand up. "So you want me to sell everything. You would rather see others take it than let me have it, right?"

"Yes." Ming Fuluo answered without hesitation, "Because you are not qualified."

Anser sighed in his heart at the cruel attack that pierced the deepest pain in his father's heart.

Just as he lamented, Leiden seemed to be extremely sensitive to the word "unqualified". The rage on his face, the rage in his eyes, and his fists bulging with veins... everything he showed was not like a father facing his daughter.

"..."

After staring at Ming Furo with angry eyes for a long time, Leiden, who was not tall and even a little thin, seemed to have lost his strength and sat down dejectedly and tiredly.

[Ming Fuluo, I really shouldn’t have expected anything from you]

Anser held his chin and muttered to himself, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then...it's time for the first critical node to arrive.

He propped his forehead with his hand and whispered, "Ming Fuluo, I really shouldn't have had such high expectations of you. You've been crazy for a long time, completely crazy, just like him."

The father revealed deep helplessness and pain at this moment, and even Ming Furo could clearly feel the heavy sense of powerlessness in his words.

In the woman's heart... a very tiny hint of hesitation flashed across her mind, but it was enough to pry open her thoughts.

The emotions her father showed at this moment did not seem to be fake. Why...

"Mad? Are you sure, Mr. Lydon?"

And just at this moment, Miss Ming Fuluo's "friend", who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

"I know about Mr. Erlien. I admire his talent, his ideals, and his courage... How can you regard what he did as crazy? How can you also denounce Ming Fuluo, who inherited his ideals, as crazy?"

Anser's words made Leiden stunned for a moment, but he reacted quickly and felt no shame or any other emotions at all, only deep, deep anger.

"What are you talking about! What do you know!"

No one would tolerate an outsider meddling in their family affairs. Moreover, the problems of the Zeger family were so... painful. Leiden, who thought he had suffered greatly, slammed his hand on the table and raised his voice again:

"Great... Great? Such a stupid, arrogant, and unrealistic idea is worthy of being called great? He just used that fantastic idea to prove that his talent is superior to everyone else. Let me tell you... Erlien Zeger has never been a great man, let alone one who deserves to be great! He is just a madman! A selfish bastard!"

The hesitation that arose in Ming Fuluo's heart disappeared in an instant, and all that remained was coldness.

"That last sentence," she said indifferently, "is more suitable for you, Mr. Lydon."

"You stole Grandpa's design, sold it to the Ether Institute, and sought a job there to save yourself... I don't understand how you have the nerve to criticize Grandpa for being selfish."

The second node.

Anser put his fingers together and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Dear A'Luo will no longer listen to anything her father says, so the next thing should be...

"you!"

"A Luo!" Haitanna anxiously pressed Leiden's shoulders. She looked into Ming Fuluo's eyes and pleaded, "We had no choice at that time... Father, father has been researching alone for nine years. Many people are afraid that he will really make that kind of thing. I had just become pregnant with you at that time, and we couldn't take the risk..."

An excellent and well-reasoned emotional card.

Looking back at Ming Fuluo's life, Anser couldn't help but sigh at the "coincidence" of fate. Perhaps twenty-one years ago, fate had already prepared for this conversation.

"..." Ming Fuluo's expression froze slightly. She was silent for a moment, then whispered, "But betrayal is betrayal."

"Betrayal... betrayal!" Leiden was obviously a little angry and had lost his mind. "So what? So you want Heitner and your unborn self to die because of that madman's crazy words. Only this way will you be satisfied, right!"

It is an instinct rooted in parents' lives to protect their children. If the Zeger family was indeed in turmoil at that time, there would be nothing wrong with Leiden and Heitner's behavior.

This laid the foundation for a key turning point in Ming Fuluo's reconciliation with her parents.

——But the vicious devil obviously would not let fate go so smoothly, so he placed the chess piece here.

"Well... I don't mean to offend." Anser spoke again, "If Mr. Erion really had the results that could make other forces fierce enough to... assassinate the family of the fifth-level alchemist, does that mean he was only one step away from success? In that case, isn't it better to help Mr. Erion than to betray him?"

"Under his protection, your lives won't be that...dangerous."

This sentence once again plunged the reception room into silence.

There was deep resentment in Haitanna's eyes as she looked at Anser, but she clenched her fists and seemed to want to explain to Ming Fuluo: "Because... because..."

"That's enough, Haitanna."

Leiden interrupted his wife and said coldly, "Do you still dream that she will call you mother and treat herself as your daughter? In her eyes, we are just two parasites, two traitors, two despicable people who live in shame. She is not here to reminisce with you and me, but to trample on, criticize, and humiliate us. She is here... for revenge."

"Babel has been favored by His Excellency Hydra, and has risen to the top. She no longer has to suffer the oppression of the Ether Court. She finally has the opportunity to vent her hatred to us."

The two extremely obscure emotional flows that could have resulted in a possible turnaround were completely shattered by Ansel's very reasonable words, speaking from Ming Furo's perspective as a friend.

And Anser's question and Leiden's words just now also destroyed the last thought in Ming Furo's heart.

"…I just want to ask you one last question."

Ming Fuluo stood up and stared into her father's eyes, even though he was no longer willing to look her in the eye.

"Mr. Leyden, after Grandpa died, did you miss him? Even once."

"…He is my father, Ming Fuluo."

The man twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to reveal a sarcastic smile, but the expression on his face was only sadness and fatigue.

"No matter how crazy or how much of a bastard he is, he is still my father. I am different from you... and a monster like you."

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything, just turned around and left the reception room.

Anser also stood up, bowed slightly to Leiden and Haitanna, and prepared to leave.

But, to his surprise, Leiden Zeger, the man who called his daughter a "monster", stopped him.

"do you know?"

The current head of the Zeger family took out a cigar from his pocket and put it to his mouth. Anser could see that his hands were trembling slightly.

"I really want to beat you up right now. I'd rather beat you until you become half paralyzed... I want you, a self-righteous, ignorant fellow, to pay the price for your words."

"I'm sorry to offend you," Anser said apologetically, "but I am..."

"But you're her friend."

The man exhaled mist, covering his tired and sad face in the smoke, using tobacco to numb his shattered emotions.

"I always thought it was impossible for her to have friends, but now she has a friend like you who stands firmly by her side and speaks for her."

"..."

Leiden lowered his eyes slightly, and the cigar between his fingers trembled a little: "You may be the only friend she can make."

"To her..." Haitanna, who had stared at Anser with resentment, covered his face and cried, "Be nice to her. If possible, help her... Please."

Father, mother.

Anser looked at the couple, the parents, and his fingertips twitched slightly.

"if……"

He said, "If you really have some...hardships, why don't you try to make them clear directly."

"She won't believe it." Leiden waved his hands and whispered, "My daughter was ruined by my crazy father. Her life should not have been like this. My life... is the same."

Leiden did not reveal too much, and it was impossible for him to reveal too much, but Anser knew very well what the son of the great alchemist was talking about.

Anser said no more, just bowed slightly, turned around and left the reception room.

His friends are still waiting for him.

*

In the alchemy workshop, Ming Furo was staring at the lifeless puppet in silence.

She had to fulfill the price of letting Ansher cover for her. Although she didn't know what tricks that guy would play, Ming Furo didn't feel nervous at all.

After letting go of his resistance and hostility towards Anser, this seemed quite normal.

Long——

The heavy door of the alchemy workshop was slowly opened. On this night, only one person could come here.

Looking at the smiling young noble at the door, Ming Furo was surprisingly calm even though she had not made any mental preparation.

"Anser."

She suddenly said, "Thank you for today."

"...Thank me?" Anser tilted his head, "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for always standing by me, thank you... for speaking up for me and Grandpa."

Ming Furo took off her glasses and put them aside while she said this. She stared at Anser with her captivating purple eyes, took off her coat, and began to unbutton the lining inside.

"As a thank you, and as a price to pay... I feel I'm ready."

"This puppet and I have already achieved empathy. You can do whatever you want."

A slightly petite woman stood in front of a puppet that was much taller than her. The two of them were doing the same movements. Their snow-white skin contrasted with the light silver body. Although her tone was calm, there was a faint blush on her face, which was also indifferent.

Anser sat on the sofa in the alchemy workshop. He held his chin up, smiled and stared at Ming Fuluo for a long time, then said: "Then... let the puppet pick up your body first."

"..."

Although she felt a little embarrassed, Ming Fuluo did as she was told.

"No, no, no, I don't mean the princess hug. Do you remember how I carried Sitana to you last time?"

Ming Fuluo's eyes froze a little.

"you……"

She took a deep breath, and finally chose to swallow back the remaining words that Ansel would not listen to.

The cold and beautiful scholar, wearing semi-transparent black pantyhose on his lower body, was held by his puppet and walked step by step to Anser.

"It looks like..." Anser casually stroked his hand across Ming Fuluo's skin, "You are indeed ready."

"…I am not the bitch you put a collar on."

Even though her body had begun to tremble, Ming Fuluo still maintained her calmness and dignity: "No... that... grunt... I can't control myself!"

Anser held the woman's small, soft feet in his palm. They were obviously too small and cute, yet wrapped in such mature black pantyhose.

But Anser strangely did not push his luck further this time. He simply caressed Ming Fuluo's body and asked, "Are you sure you want to thank me?"

Ming Fuluo, who had already begun to pant, looked a little cold: "What do you want to say?"

"Don't look at me like that. I just think that if I hadn't said anything at that time... you might have the possibility of reconciliation with your parents... I mean Mr. Leyden and Ms. Heitner at some point in the future."

“…I don’t need it.”

"Are you sure?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly, "and it's not because of my interruption that you-"

His mouth was covered by Ming Fuluo's small and tender sole, of course, only for a moment.

Ming Fuluo stepped lightly on Anser and whispered, "I said, I don't need it."

"There's no need to express it in such an offensive way, dear A'Luo."

Ansher took Ming Fuluo off the puppet, let her sit on his legs with her legs apart, and held her tightly in his arms.

"…Some people like this, and I feel like you do too."

"Well... almost, but I prefer to feel it with something else rather than with my mouth."

Ming Fuluo sighed: "I'll try my best."

The puppet also moved at this time, but Miss Ming Furo obviously didn't know what to do, so she let the puppet bend down and kiss Ansher's lips.

But they were stopped by Ansher, including herself.

"A Luo."