The Rebellious Host Strikes Fear into the Mad King and Queen

"Jin Nian, please listen to me..." The woman in a silver evening gown, her face pale, reached out to grasp the arm of the man before her. Yet he stared at her with undisguised disgust, and her hand froze helplessly in midair.

"What really happened, I saw with my own eyes. Jiang Nian Nian, don’t force me to use other means." The man’s gaze was cold and vicious, filled with loathing and contempt, as though he might tear her apart in the next instant.

"Back then..." Jiang Nian Nian tried to speak, but the look in Fang Jin Nian’s eyes silenced her; all her words swallowed, bitter in her mouth.

Then, looking pale, Jiang Nian Nian turned toward Jiang Youyou, who stood nearby, and stammered, "Youyou, I’m sorry."

Oh, well.

Returning to herself, Jiang Youyou found herself witnessing a classic scene of man tormenting woman. Tsk, so this was the romance between two lunatics—one without a mouth, the other without ears.

It was all about one suffering in silence, the other refusing to listen.

Jiang Youyou shifted her gaze from Fang Jin Nian to the fragile, trembling Jiang Nian Nian, and then curved her lips into a smile. "Kneel and apologize, and I’ll forgive you."

The moment Jiang Youyou finished speaking, Jiang Nian Nian pressed her lips together, her face full of hesitation. It seemed her pride had taken a blow; her slender hand reached for the wall beside her, embodying the epitome of delicate fragility.

At the same time, Fang Jin Nian, who had been standing next to her, frowned