"From now on, you are my wife!"
After making this confident declaration, Berg suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
He lowered his head.
—Chu Shiye had a blank expression on his face, with the dagger drawn from its sheath, placed across his neck.
Berg's face changed, and the younger brother behind him immediately rushed over: "Brother!"
The atmosphere was tense and tense. Kane's head turned back and forth, first to Berg, then to Chu Shiye, then to Ji Mian.
There was no emotion in Ji Mian's eyes. Although he was in the center of the vortex, he didn't care about himself. His sight fell on the front, clearly reflecting the back of the person blocking his way.
The interests of the major families in the capital planet are as deeply intertwined as the roots of an ancient tree. Even if they offend each other privately, they will not take extreme measures to break up - beneath the false smiles, there is always a tacit understanding of hypocrisy.
This was the first time someone stood up for him and drew his sword without hesitation.
Even if this person has no family or powerful force behind him.
"Wait," Berg confronted Chu Shiye stiffly, "Didn't you say he's not your wife?"
Chu Shiye said coldly: "Don't touch him."
"… Okay, I get it now."
Berg took a step back, rolled his eyes a few times, and then smiled.
"In that case, why don't we have another match?"
He said.
"If I win, he'll come with me... If you win, just pretend I didn't say anything today."
"You just beat me, and I respect you as a strong man. Since you are a strong man, you shouldn't be afraid of another match, right?"
Berg's smile was calculated, but the only response he got was Chu Shiye's even colder words: "You think too highly of yourself."
Berg: “What?”
"It's his freedom to go wherever he wants. Neither you nor I have the right to decide this matter." Chu Shiye's dark eyes were like a bottomless cold pond. "How dare you say that?"
Berg: "You—"
"No need to bother."
A calm voice interrupted the argument that was about to break out. Ji Mian took a few steps forward and gently pulled Chu Shiye's arm.
Chu Shiye lowered his head.
Ji Mian didn't look at him, but met Berg's gaze with a smile on his face: "I'll compete with you. If I lose, it's as you wish."
Berg's eyes lit up when he heard the second half of Ji Mian's words:
"But if you lose."
Ji Mian's voice was gentle, like a soft breeze and drizzle.
The icy blue light in his dark eyes was like the cold light of a sharp blade being unsheathed.
"Just go and die."
Berg: “…”
Berg took a step back, then another step back, and bumped into his equally stunned younger brother behind him.
“Brother!”
Suddenly, a few people stepped out from the crowd on the other side, pointing their spearheads at Ji Mian.
"He's the one who hurt us that day!"
"Brother, don't let him get away so easily!"
Ji Mian glanced around casually.
It was Zhang Huairen and his gang who broke into Chu Shiye’s house not long ago.
Their old wounds had not yet healed, and they had been shouting arrogantly just now, but now, when they met Ji Mian's cold blue eyes, they all fell silent and retreated at the same time.