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

Chapter 73: A Seven-Person Showdown of Jealousy, Envy, and Jealousy

He was being stared at and questioned by seven people at the same time.

It's impossible for Minghua not to panic.

But after feeling guilty, they quickly came to take it for granted.

What did she do wrong? She just likes playing games.

She hadn't even complained about them suddenly appearing in front of her yet.

What are you doing now? It's just a game, do you really think you're taking it seriously?

He coughed lightly, turned his head to the side, and commanded as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

"I need to rest now, you can all leave."

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd moved forward instead of backing down.

One by one, they entered the luxurious master bedroom, their tall figures exuding a strong sense of oppression, as if the room itself had instantly become smaller and more cramped.

Looking down at Minghua from her elevated position, the red mark on her lips appeared even more prominent.

"This was done by the banquet director's brother."

Fu Shizheng spoke first, his tone filled with jealousy, envy, and resentment.

Reaching out, he lifted Minghua's chin, his rough thumb pad grinding against her red lips, the pain becoming increasingly pronounced.

Minghua was dissatisfied and kicked him in the leg.

She wasn't wearing shoes, and her jade-like feet lifted her skirt with her movements, revealing her slender calves.

Jin Chenye knelt on one knee, his hot, burning hand tightly gripping Minghua's ankle. His slightly calloused hand kneaded her slender calf muscles, leaving red marks on her snow-white skin.

Extremely ambiguous.

Seeing this scene, Yan Wenjin, standing to the side, grew increasingly dark-eyed. He reached out and snatched the book from Minghua's hand, forcefully intertwined his fingers with hers, and leaned closer to interrogate her in an intimate manner:

"Huahua hasn't explained yet what your relationship is with them."

The proud and arrogant young men thought they were Minghua's only husband, but now they are just one of the seven.

Yan Wenjin was almost laughing in anger.

Minghua turned her face away, avoiding Yan Wenjin's direct gaze. The council chairman's interrogation methods were indeed sophisticated; he simply resorted to shamelessness:

"That's just how it is, as you see it."

"If you don't like it, just leave."

Anyway, these chosen ones each have their own pride.

I refuse to believe that they would continue to tolerate being with her after knowing how awful they are.

It's best to just turn around and leave, and never see each other again.

Minghua's expectations were dashed.

The air was silent for a long while.

Chu Xingze's cold, inorganic pupils contracted, and he stared directly at Ming Hua, uttering two words: "Liar."

She clearly called him "husband" and touched his tail fin in her dream, so it's impossible for her to leave now.

Hearing this, Yan Xiao, who was blocked at the back of the group, raised his eyebrows provocatively and touched his lips somewhat ambiguously, where the bite mark left by Ming Hua was clearly visible.

go?
How can it be?

In reality, he has the advantage now.

Zhan Liefeng, who hadn't participated in the interaction, swallowed hard, his tall figure standing motionless in place demonstrating his stance.

Jun Yi's aloof and distant demeanor vanished completely. His gaze fell deeply on the hands of the group that had touched Ming Hua. His mind was the clearest among those present, and he quickly changed the subject:
"It seems everyone has had that dream, right?"

That enchanting, ambiguous, and dreamlike beautiful dream.

The group exchanged glances, their thin lips pressed together, none of them uttering a word.

With this appearance, what else is unclear to everyone?

We've all had the same dream.

Minghua had called him "husband" and "boyfriend" before, and they had kissed and hugged each other.

"Ah!"

Fu Shizheng scoffed coldly, his hand grinding against Ming Hua's red lips with increasing force, making them appear even more vibrant and inviting, as if he wanted to completely cover up the marks Yan Xiao had just left. In nature, the best way to cover up the marks of one male is to use the marks of another male.

Fu Shizheng's eyes darkened, and he subconsciously lowered his head, wanting to lean forward and kiss him.

Jin Chenye, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly stood up, his cheetah-like eyes fixed on him, and asked:

"What do you want to do?"

Yan Wenjin also leaned down and took a few steps back, along with the small sofa where Minghua was sitting.

Jun Yiqing and Chu Xingze stepped forward, both frowning and looking at Fu Shizheng with hostility.

Just now, everyone was glaring at Yan Xiao at the entrance of the starship, wishing they could kill him as soon as possible.

Now the target of their attack has turned to Fu Shizheng.

Fu Shizheng was almost laughing in anger.

Rivals in love are wary of each other.

Nobody wanted to take advantage of Minghua any more.

A terrifying possessiveness and hostility toward rivals spread among them.

If Minghua hadn't been there, the group might have already been itching to start a fight.

Only the ultimate victor is qualified to stand beside Minghua.

In the end, it was Jun Yiqing who broke the ice first:

"Let's go out first and let Huahua get some rest."

"We'll talk about our business when we get back to the main planet."

The men exchanged glances, clearly dissatisfied with the outcome.

Their deep-seated, vicious possessiveness made them want to fight without hesitation. More accurately, the overwhelming anger that Yan Xiao felt when he deliberately let them see him kissing Ming Hua had piled up in their chests.

However, when she glanced at Minghua, who was curled up on a small single sofa, looking up at this and that with a look of amusement, she seemed somewhat innocent.

The group paused for a moment, then walked out one by one.

A disobedient, beautiful wife—I'll deal with her slowly after I've dealt with my rival.

*
The group made a decision in their hearts.

Minghua, looking at the closed door, let out a heavy sigh of relief.

Good heavens, why are seven people appearing in front of her at the same time?

What's the difference between this and social death?

Minghua could already imagine how colorful her future life would be.

*
On the way to the host planet, the starship was heading towards it.

Meanwhile, on StarNet, a message titled #Let's dig into the past of Minghua's trashy star# began to gradually climb to the top of the trending searches.

Ming Hua has become incredibly popular these past two days. Her Tang Dynasty-style dance has been collected and downloaded by countless people, and many businesses have seen the hype and started making and selling similar ancient costume dresses on Xingwang.

Her sideburns have been dissected and studied by countless people to figure out how to do them.

The two words with the most traffic on Xingwang these past two days are Minghua.

So as soon as this post appeared, it was instantly clicked on and viewed by many people.

Nickname 2277889: [I believe everyone is already familiar with Minghua, so I won't go into too much detail. Everyone has seen her dance videos; to be honest, she dances really well, no wonder she's a famous dance star on this garbage planet.]

This single act caused a huge uproar, and the comments section exploded immediately.

What? Is that what I meant?

Seriously? You can eat anything, but you can't say anything. Are you just spouting rumors without thinking?

[Exactly, it's not like Minghua is popular now, and they're just jealous.]

[That's right. Didn't they say Ming Hua is the daughter of the Ming family? Her older sister is Ming Zhu, the Empire's only "S"-rank healer. How could Ming Zhu's sister possibly be on a garbage planet?]

As noble families, the affairs of the Ming family were only known among nobles and were rarely known to ordinary people.

In the darkness, Mingzhu saw the comment defending Minghua and smirked smugly.

(End of this chapter)