Chapter 152: Abusing the Tang Dog Again — Your Goddess Falls Into My Arms, Your Sister-in-Law Is Mine to Bully (4)
Yun Rong looked at her junior niece's current state with a slightly hollow gaze.
This pitiful expression of hers might as well have "clingy little bird" written on her face.
Even her senior martial uncle was starting to show signs of turning into a yandere.
Of course, this wasn't the time to bring that up.
She knew how to prioritize—external matters first, personal ones later.
No need to embarrass her husband in front of everyone.
The one most wounded in spirit was undoubtedly Tang Xuan.
Looking at the goddess of his dreams in someone else's arms, he felt like a whole grassland had sprouted on his head.
And it wasn't just grassy—lightning and thunder were striking down on it, frying him inside and out.
His body trembled, stumbling as if he really couldn't take it anymore.
The goddess he'd longed for—Ye Xueyi!
Who would've thought she was already someone else's woman!
And so obedient and sweet too—something he hadn't even dared dream of!
Su Qing and Ye Xueyi kept hugging, and the other girls watched with various expressions.
None of them said anything, as if waiting for Su Qing's next move.
Tang Xuan could feel the bizarre atmosphere and completely lost his grip.
No way. No way this could be real!
Why did this bastard get so many girls? Why were even goddesses falling for him?!
"I get it now! You… you must be using some evil mind control spell!"
"Don't worry! I'll save you all—I won't let you wither in his hands!"
His eyes lit up as he spoke, like he'd just realized the grand truth.
"This guy is such a turnoff."
Long Ye rolled her eyes, unable to hide her disgust.
If such mind control magic really existed, the world would be rid of a lot more trouble.
Ye Xueyi and the others looked at the demoness and nodded in agreement.
She wasn't very popular, but this time, they were all on the same page.
"Sigh. I thought you'd at least say something worthwhile. But nope—pure nonsense."
"Forget it. Don't hold back. Attack."
Su Qing had lost interest.
Barely a few sentences in, and it was clear—Tang Xuan was a narcissist.
Talking to someone like that wasn't just unproductive—it was annoying.
The four women had long been ready.
Even Ye Xueyi, who had just been blushing moments ago, joined the assault.
Her cold expression now made one doubt whether the earlier shyness had been real.
Tang Xuan's last hope of gaining an ally crumbled to dust.
The four women each took a side, launching their attacks without mercy.
No holding back—every strike targeted vital spots.
Tang Xuan's body was tense, and danger closed in fast.
Trapped inside, he could only fight like a caged beast.
Even the formation alone had made him feel helpless.
Now, with four elite fighters attacking together, he had no chance of resistance!
A righteous four-on-one beatdown—a total steamroll.
Even going all out, Tang Xuan could barely hang on.
Su Qing watched thoughtfully.
As expected of a protagonist, the guy's luck was out of this world!
He narrowly dodged fatal strikes again and again—completely absurd.
When it came to luck, protagonists were just built different.
But while no serious wounds hit him, the minor ones kept piling up.
The pain filled Tang Xuan with endless regret.
He cursed himself for not striking earlier—now look at the mess he was in!
But there was no medicine for regret. He couldn't use his trump card anymore.
What was he going to do, ask for a time-out to activate it?
He could only grit his teeth and hold on, hoping for some miracle.
Then—he saw Su Qing bring someone over.
His pupils dilated. Shock and disbelief filled his eyes.
Because the person Su Qing brought over… was his sister-in-law!
The first thing he saw was a pair of pristine white silk stockings.
A gorgeous split dress hugged her flawless figure—nothing like what she wore before.
The elegant, luxurious new outfit made her stunning face even more alluring.
She kept her head low, as if she couldn't bear to look anyone in the eye.
"Tang Xuan, what do you think of this outfit? I picked it out for her myself."
Su Qing casually boasted.
As he spoke, his arm wrapped around her slender waist.
The easy, natural way he did it made her look like his private possession.
Tang Xuan: "…"
He staggered again, adding fresh wounds to his body.
If rage could become fire, he'd burn Su Qing to ashes on the spot.
Sadly, he didn't have any laser-eye techniques.
"Nong Ying, you probably haven't met the guy being attacked, but he's actually family."
"Your little brother-in-law, though you've never seen each other before."
"Real relatives. I wonder how deep your bond runs—what would you do for him?"
Su Qing grandly introduced Tang Xuan's identity to Nong Ying.
"You just said I didn't know him. What bond would there be?"
Nong Ying glanced at the struggling Tang Xuan and replied coldly.
Tang Xuan's heart skipped, then nearly burst with emotion.
She was protecting him—trying to keep him from being used against her!
"Oh, good. That puts my mind at ease. Would've felt a little bad otherwise."
Su Qing smiled.
As he spoke, he rested his face on Nong Ying's shoulder.
What followed wouldn't just be teasing—he planned to go further.
What did it feel like to humiliate the protagonist's sister-in-law right in front of him?
Maximum satisfaction.
Tang Xuan could only watch as the scene unfolded—he was on the verge of snapping.
He wanted to rush over, but he was firmly blocked, completely powerless.
Especially when he saw his sister-in-law's downcast face, the shame and helplessness in her posture…
It hurt more than any wound ever could.