OFR – Chapter 329 It should be so.

Late at night, time passed quickly. Before anyone realized it, it was already 9 p.m.

At this time, the beautiful Dongfang Jing also stepped out of the villa.

The two-hour conversation had just ended—without any result.

She left without persuading him further, because she knew that even if she tried again, it would be futile.

A few minutes later, the two arrived at the parking lot.

Having already started her Porsche, Dongfang Jing had originally planned to slam the accelerator and leave this stubborn boy who had made her so angry.

But in the end, she couldn’t help herself. She rolled down the window and looked at the boy who looked even more refined under the sparse moonlight.

At that moment, she didn’t know why, but a pang of sorrow rose in her heart.

Not for herself—but for him.

At his age, he should be enjoying the sweet moments of youth, dating at school, experiencing romance and the poetry of young love.

But this boy under the moonlight—he seemed born in the wrong era. He just happened to be caught in the storm of the North-South commercial power struggle in China!

And worse—he had been pulled right into the heart of the vortex!

She had wanted to take him away, unwilling to watch this boy—who had once saved her and given her a rare sense of security—struggle so hard in this storm.

But he had rejected her outright.

Beyond a bit of frustration, what she felt now was that she could no longer understand Mu Bai.

She couldn’t understand how a boy not even twenty years old had already stepped into the highest ranks of elite society.

Before she came, Dongfang Jing thought this boy simply didn’t realize the danger he was in. She believed that once he understood, he would surely choose to retreat in the face of the terrifying storm that was about to arrive.

But to her surprise—even after learning everything, even knowing just how terrifying and overwhelming the coming storm was, even knowing which titans of the older generation were involved—he still refused to go abroad.

What did this mean?

It meant that in the upcoming battle between North and South, this absurdly young boy would be confronting the old guard—the powerful elites that young people could usually only admire from afar. He would face them head-on in an unprecedented and soul-shaking clash!

But he was still so young.

Although he now stood unmatched in prestige and power in Nanjing, could he really contend with those elite elders—men with decades of accumulated power, wealth, strength, influence, and background?

At this thought, Dongfang Jing felt a wave of worry.

She was worried Mu Bai had underestimated his opponents. So, she once again gently said,
“Mu Bai, after you’ve truly seen how terrifying the older generation’s top elites can be—how they can cover the skies with one hand—I hope you’ll reconsider today’s suggestion. I’ll be waiting for you overseas.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

Hearing Dongfang Jing’s words and seeing the worry on her beautiful face, Mu Bai felt a touch of warmth in his heart. He nodded and said,
“Mm. Okay. I will. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it. You saved me—I’m just doing what I should.” Dongfang Jing shook her head and replied.

“Alright. Then take it slow on the road, and stay safe.”

“Mm.”

After exchanging a few more casual pleasantries, Mu Bai watched Dongfang Jing leave the Xuanwu Zhongshan villa district.

Watching her leave not just the villa, but also Nanjing and China itself—to be honest, he felt a bit of relief deep down.

Because no matter what, as long as Dongfang Jing could live safely, that meant Xiaoxiao could too.

And Mu Xiaoxiao—she was one of the few people in this world he still truly cared about and worried for.

If Mu Xiaoxiao could live peacefully, then he would have no distractions.

Yes, Mu Bai knew very well that no matter what, he couldn’t just leave Nanjing like a dog with its tail between its legs, frightened by the storm.

For an average young person—or even a very outstanding one—this wouldn’t be shameful!

It’s normal for the younger generation to fear the powerful old guard. How could that be considered shameful?

But others might be allowed to retreat—Mu Bai could not.

If he ran, it would be utterly disgraceful!

From the moment he got the system until now, the system had helped him far too much in just a few short months.

Without the system, he would still be an ordinary young man toiling away at the bottom of Nanjing society.

Even if he worked all his life, he would never catch a glimpse of the upper class.

But the system hadn’t just helped him—it had changed him. Even his personality had been altered subtly over time.

Mu Bai could even feel it now—if he backed down before the old elite class, he would feel an overwhelming, deep sense of shame.

So shameful that even the system—his ever-diligent companion—might begin to look down on him!

Because Mu Bai wasn’t just any young man—he was the owner of a Godly Tycoon System.

With such an almost fantastical tool aiding him, was he really going to run away like a beaten dog?

How laughable!

Utterly, ridiculously laughable!

What is a Godly Tycoon?

In this materialistic age—where everyone is driven by profit—a godly tycoon is like the omnipotent kings of ancient times. They are the ones who can do whatever they please, the kind of people who stand above all rules in a society ruled by gain.

And these true sovereigns—unshackled by rules—are just like what Cao Cao said in that drama earlier:

“Never try to negotiate with such a man.
Because as long as he draws breath—he will be undefeated, invincible!”

A Godly Tycoon should be exactly that!