Su Chen and Ning Rongrong Become Husband and Wife?

At this moment, Ning Rongrong's eyes were red-rimmed, and tears as large as beans streamed down without end. Her gaze was filled with humiliation.

Hearing Oscar's hysterical roar, Ning Rongrong felt as though her heart were being cut by knives.

"Ding! Host task completion detected: 10%."

The familiar mechanical voice sounded. Su Chen felt that this damned system was a little perverted—only ten percent? He still had to keep working at it!

The sobbing Ning Rongrong and the shouting Oscar made the entire palace exceptionally noisy, causing Su Chen to frown.

Su Chen slowly walked over to Oscar and said coldly, "Every time you shout, you'll lose another tooth. I keep my word."

Oscar looked at Su Chen in terror. The man before him was like a demon from hell. After hearing Su Chen's words, Oscar gradually fell silent.

Looking at the exquisite Ning Rongrong, Su Chen somehow produced a small knife and walked over to her.

He inhaled Ning Rongrong's fragrance. Her stunningly beautiful face had long since been soaked with tears.

Su Chen gently ran the back of the knife across Ning Rongrong's cheek and said softly, "What do you think would happen if such a beautiful face gained a scar?"

After saying that, Su Chen did not forget to use the back of the knife to frighten Ning Rongrong. If he really scratched her face, he would be heartbroken—he had not even had his fun yet.

Kneeling on the ground, Ning Rongrong trembled uncontrollably. Her eyes were red as she kept shaking her head.

For someone as beauty-conscious as Ning Rongrong, her face was practically her second life. When the back of Su Chen's knife brushed across her cheek, Ning Rongrong felt a deep terror.

Su Chen said coldly, "Since you don't want that, then play the role of my wife properly. Just treat me as Oscar."

"Huh?" Ning Rongrong looked at Su Chen in confusion, not knowing what trick the demon before her intended to play. Oscar was Oscar, and a demon was a demon—how could they possibly be compared?

Yet Su Chen seemed to have already immersed himself in the role. He gently lifted Ning Rongrong into his arms, wiped away the tears on her lovely cheeks, and said, "Wife, you've worked hard."

With that, Su Chen pulled Ning Rongrong into his embrace and savored the softness of her delicate body.

Wife?

Ning Rongrong could hardly believe Su Chen was calling her that. Even Oscar rarely called her that, except at certain special times to spice things up.

That word should only be used by her husband! This was Ning Rongrong's final bit of stubbornness!

Ning Rongrong cleared her throat, making her voice gentler as she softly said, "Please, can you not call me that? I'm not used to it."

"Oh?" Su Chen asked in puzzlement. There was actually such a habit?

But habits could be changed. Su Chen was not angry and merely slowly walked toward Oscar.

Oscar, nailed to the wall, had no room to resist at all. As he watched the demon draw closer and closer, cold sweat poured down his body.

Su Chen pinned one of Oscar's fingers to a tall table. Before Ning Rongrong's horrified eyes—

"Don't!!!"

The knife rose and fell. White blade in, red blade out.

Something seemed to snap. The intense pain caused Oscar to pass out immediately.

Ning Rongrong was completely stunned. Just because of one thing she had said, Oscar had suffered such an injury.

Most importantly, it could not be repaired. Feeling the Divine Seal on the severed finger, even Tang San would have had no way to restore it.

Su Chen said coldly, "What's so bad about me? Aren't I better than that old man? Hmm? What do you think, wife?"

Su Chen deliberately emphasized the word "wife."

How could Ning Rongrong dare defy Su Chen now? She lowered her voice and said, "H-Husband, you're very good."

As soon as the words left her mouth, Ning Rongrong lowered her head in humiliation, her eyes filled with bitterness.

Hearing that, Su Chen could not help but laugh. This was the result he wanted!

Su Chen walked forward on his own and said, "Let's go back to the room."

From the moment Ning Rongrong started walking upstairs, her cheeks had been flushed red, making her look especially adorable.

Her long, jade-like legs followed closely behind Su Chen's steps, not daring to slacken in the slightest.

A little blood had already stained Ning Rongrong's clothes, making them look terribly out of place. As a good husband, wasn't choosing clothes for his wife part of his duty?

He opened the wardrobe.

Su Chen discovered that there was actually a hidden compartment inside. Though it was extremely well concealed, how could it escape a God King's powers of observation?

Ning Rongrong also noticed that Su Chen's gaze had stopped on the hidden compartment. Her eyes were full of disbelief, and for some reason, her cheeks suddenly flushed crimson.

He opened the hidden compartment.

Su Chen looked at Ning Rongrong in disbelief. He had never expected obedient little Ning Rongrong to have such a side to her.

Ning Rongrong did not dare look at Su Chen at all. She was both embarrassed and angry, yet utterly helpless.

Su Chen casually picked out a floral short dress and handed it to Ning Rongrong. "Put this on."

But faced with the tyrant Su Chen, Ning Rongrong could only comply.

Just as Ning Rongrong was about to head to the dressing room, Su Chen said, "Stop. Change here."

Su Chen casually found a chair and sat down, preparing to enjoy the beautiful sight before him.

Ning Rongrong's advancing steps halted slightly, and she clenched the clothes in her hands tightly. But when she thought of Oscar still hanging on the wall outside...

Ning Rongrong had no choice but to sit as Su Chen instructed.

However, Ning Rongrong chose to face away from Su Chen, perhaps so she would feel a little less guilty.

Her snow-white skin appeared before Su Chen's eyes, and Ning Rongrong's graceful figure carried an especially alluring charm.

Her fair, jade-like legs, her curvaceous body, her elegant and captivating bearing—especially that lustrous black hair—held an indescribable charm.

It made Su Chen feel like taking her right then and there.

Those brief ten seconds felt like torture to Ning Rongrong. Feeling the scorching gaze behind her, she grew a little frightened.

Su Chen stepped forward and embraced Ning Rongrong from behind, whispering softly into her ear, "Rongrong, you're so beautiful."

"Thank you," Ning Rongrong replied tremblingly.

Turning Ning Rongrong around, Su Chen saw her like a goddess carved from ivory—generous, dignified, gentle, and demure. Every part of her was deeply captivating to a man.

"Mmph~"

Ning Rongrong had wanted to push him away, but—

In the end, Ning Rongrong's hands gradually wrapped around Su Chen's neck.