Trapped in a chaotic situation, the little beauty is kissed until she cries every night.

Chapter 167 Yes, all seven of us are your husbands
Even if you're keeping a bird, you need to give it the appropriate freedom.

Not to mention Minghua.

They have no way to lock Minghua up, nor can they and will do so.

Now, faced with Chu Xingze's genuine outpouring of emotion, the scene was deathly silent.

For a moment, the group stopped talking and obediently followed behind Jun Yiqing toward the coffee shop.

A waiter led them to the private room they had reserved earlier.

Minghua sat in the main seat, and Jun Yiqing sat opposite her.

After the group ordered their coffee, the waiter brought it over and respectfully withdrew.

Jun Yiqing, holding a gilded porcelain cup, his eyes half-closed, spoke first:
"Huahua, can I first find out what your current situation is?"

No matter how much speculation there is, it's still just speculation. Jun Yiqing wants to learn more before making any plans.

Minghua paused, not in a hurry to answer, her beautiful eyebrows slightly raised, and she said slyly:
"I'd like to hear what you have to say first."

Revealing your hand first is not a good thing.

Jun Yiqing chuckled softly, paused for a moment, and then spoke:
"Actually, all seven of us are your husbands."

Ah!
Ok? ? ?
Minghua had long suspected that these people had a special relationship with her before she lost her memory.

Hearing this, he nodded first, and then, after understanding what it meant, his eyes widened in shock.

He suddenly looked up at Jun Yiqing, and even repeated it himself.

"Are all seven of you my husbands?"

Minghua was stunned.

Did you have such a wild side before you lost your memory?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

Minghua subconsciously felt disbelief.

Jun Yiqing nodded calmly:
"Yes, that's it."

Then she added quietly, "Is Huahua now trying to deny it?"

As she spoke, she reached out and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a rose tattoo on her waist and abdomen.

After Minghua painted the tattoo on his body that day, he went directly to a shop and had the tattoo permanently installed.

This is the mark Huahua left on him.

God!
Upon seeing the familiar brushstrokes and lines, Minghua knew without a doubt that it was her own work.

But he still couldn't hide his shock.

Seven, seven.

How can someone with such a small frame endure this?

Minghua was still confused about herself.

Fu Shizheng and the others were also shocked by what Jun Yiqing said.

OK OK.

You look like a big, handsome guy, but you're got a whole bunch of tricks up your sleeve.

They had been foolish enough to think that Jun Yiqing, who had spoken so righteously and uprightly, was going to tell Minghua everything.

Unexpectedly, they pulled a fatal blow.

First, gain Huahua's trust, then tell a lie that's not too big or too small, right?

Alas!
The others present all looked on with disdain.

At the same time, they both nervously clenched their fists and placed them on their knees, waiting for Minghua's answer.

Compared to Minghua, who stopped paying attention to them after learning everything.

Now that everyone is together, it was all Huahua's husband's suggestion, so it doesn't seem so unacceptable anymore.

The people present held their breath, waiting for Minghua to make her final verdict. Their hearts were pounding wildly in their chests, making muffled thumping sounds.

It took Minghua a while to calm herself down and accept this shocking news. After taking a small sip of her coffee, she asked, seemingly casually:

"But when I woke up, Yan Wenjin didn't say that."

Jun Yiqing merely raised his eyes slightly, his voice cold and tinged with a hint of mockery:
"what did he say?"

"He said he's your only husband, and we're all your lovers? Mistresses? Or just mistresses who're still trying to climb the social ladder?" Faced with such sharp and aggressive words, Minghua only chuckled twice, not daring to offer any opinion.

Isn't this all her fault?

At this moment, she is no different from a scumbag woman who cheated on her husband and was confronted by him at home.

If they yell at her, she might get angry and embarrassed.

But they didn't say anything, they just stared at her silently, their anger directed at Yan Wenjin.

Minghua could only light a candle for Yan Wenjin in her heart.

Then Jun Yiqing suddenly stood up, walked to Minghua, knelt on one knee, and took one of Minghua's hands and placed it on his chest.

"Huahua, everyone has a bad side."

"I know why Yan Wenjin did this."

"The seven of us only have one-seventh of your time, which is far too little."

"We yearn, we pray, we want more, day and night."

"It's perfectly normal for someone to deceive you and want to possess you after suddenly discovering that you've lost your memory."

"Any one of us here would have made the same choice."

Minghua paused, "So you guys are quite proud of that, huh?"

Jin Chenye, upon hearing this, cast an appreciative glance at Jun Yiqing.

Wonderful!

Since Yan Wenjin isn't here right now, let's just push all the blame onto him.

Who told that this bastard to find Huahua and keep quiet, hiding her from them?

If they hadn't been so clever and good at spotting clues, wouldn't they have actually let Yan Wenjin succeed by the time they were able to see Huahua?

He successfully captured Huahua's heart, married her, and secured his position as her legal husband.

Don't even think about it.

After listening to Jun Yiqing's explanation, Minghua felt that something was not quite right.

However, logically speaking, there is no problem.

After all, based on her own feeling, her relationship with these people was probably not that simple.

But, but.

Seven husbands.

This is a bit too ahead of its time.

Minghua couldn't help but raise her hand to her chest, her heart pounding rapidly.

Seeing this, Jun Yiqing lifted Minghua's hand from his chest and moved it up to her Adam's apple.

A fatal question is posed:
"Huahua, don't you want to control me?"

boom!
Minghua's face instantly turned red.

But my heart was beating even faster than ever before, and my blood was boiling.

Minghua looked at the man kneeling in front of her with one knee bent.

Even wearing a white shirt, she toned down her imposing aura, appearing more approachable and gentle.

However, the clearly defined muscles beneath his shirt still reveal that this is not a man who can be easily manipulated.

And now, this same man kneels before her, having transformed from a domineering and authoritarian figure into a docile lamb, completely at her mercy.

Minghua's breathing quickened, her ears were filled with a deafening roar, and she could barely hear what others were saying.

Everyone harbors a hidden desire for control.

It would be even better if we could get in touch with those high-and-mighty chosen ones who are usually aloof and arrogant.

Minghua's lips moved, and she blurted out something that even surprised herself, asking as if she were bewitched:
"really?"

Should we really let her take control of everything?

Jun Yiqing countered with a question:

"why not?"