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The King of Hell Kisses Me to Tears
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Under the colorful lights, Yan Qi Er shimmered like a rainbow mist beneath the feet of her beloved. In the private room, surrounded by six men vying for her attention, the woman wore a sorrowful expression. It seemed they were competing to see who could win her favor, each gentleman displaying his most flamboyant side.
After all, she was the daughter of the Yun Family.
Yun Zhi Yue raised her hand to cover her face and thought to herself: [Shi Ge, are these really the six little yellow ducks you set up for me as targets?]
[What little yellow ducks? They are all serious contenders. In this Xiao Jie situation, you two are Childhood Sweethearts. Nan Jing specifically found someone to help you deal with your marriage troubles.]
[Knowing that I have to win him over, why did you have to give me such an identity? We grew up together, practically naked, and now we’re like brothers. He’s still got this deep emotional persona; how am I supposed to handle this?]
[The Dimension has its own rules. Shi Ye creating an identity for you isn’t easy; you can’t be picky. If you don’t complete your task, I doubt you’ll keep that Meng Po Soup bowl. You’ll have to figure it out yourself.]
Damn it, it’s not easy to get a setup these days. Even the underworld has gone high-tech with painless soul washing. All memories are wiped clean, and reincarnation is on an assembly line—who would want to drink the mixed flavors of Meng Po Soup anymore?
Is it her fault that she can’t deliver results? It’s not like Old Meng Po has stopped working on reincarnation either. If she weren’t afraid of being stripped of her iron rice bowl by the King of Hell, she wouldn’t have bribed the Reincarnation Stone for a shortcut.
As for which unfortunate big shot lost their soul—who cares? The priority is to find a way to win him over and collect his soul.
Glancing at the bottles on the table, she rolled her eyes and grabbed one, pouring it down her throat. The six men posing around her were left dumbfounded—what was happening? If she ended up in trouble from drinking too much, who would take responsibility?
“Miss Yun, don’t drink so fast! Let’s chat a bit!”
“Yeah, Miss Yun, do you think we’re not worth your time and just want to drink alone?”
Unmoved, Yun Zhi Yue continued pouring herself another bottle. After downing one in a single go, she finally caught hold of one of the little yellow ducks by its collar.
Letting out a belch, she said: “Call Nan Jing.”
After speaking, he continued to grab a bottle to drink. Seeing that they couldn't persuade him at all, the few of them exchanged glances and decided to call someone. They were originally from Nan Zong, so they had a contact method.
At the moment when Yun Zhi Yue was in a daze, the door to the private room opened, and a man with a refreshing aura like Qing Xue walked in. His dark eyes were cold and imposing, immediately dominating the atmosphere: "What’s going on?"
A little yellow duck quickly explained, "Nan Zong, it’s not our fault! Miss Yun was fine just a moment ago, but suddenly she started downing drinks, and we couldn’t stop her!"
Nan Jing picked up the drunken girl effortlessly: "What a shame! Chasing Zhou Yu for five years and now resorting to forced marriage—have you no shame?"
Yun Zhi Yue had just merged with the Puppet Body. While she was trying to figure out how to win over the man in front of her, she hadn’t fully absorbed the memories yet. As she was being carried out, she quickly fused her thoughts together and felt an overwhelming urge to blow herself up with firecrackers.
She had met Zhou Yu through Nan Jing, who was her childhood sweetheart, and since then, a seed of love had been planted in her heart. After five years of pursuing him and confessing multiple times, she had been rejected each time.
Zhou Yu had a good relationship with Nan Jing and was always gentle; he never turned cold when rejecting her. The original owner of her body became increasingly infatuated. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore and told her parents that Zhou Yu had agreed to date her. Her parents, half-believing her, took her to the Zhou family with the intention of getting them engaged if it were true.
Both the Yun and Zhou families held significant status in the capital. However, that day turned into a joke when Zhou Yu said in front of both families that he regarded her as a sister. She cried and cursed, "What kind of sister is this?" This stunned both sets of mothers as well as Zhou Yu himself.
Thus began this chaotic situation with six little yellow ducks. Nan Jing probably knew how awkward and upset she felt and found someone to help her vent.
Understanding this clearly, Yun Zhi Yue knew that her image in Nan Jing's eyes was deeply ingrained. No way—she needed to take decisive action.
As Nan Jing fastened her seatbelt in the passenger seat, she suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, pretending to be drunk as she leaned in for a kiss. She aimed to break through that barrier and change Nan Jing's impression of his childhood friend.
Quickly reacting, Nan Jing pulled out a medical mask and put it over her face, thinking she might vomit. He disdainfully said, "Don’t throw up in my car."
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