Two pairs of eyes locked onto Chen Yi, like two sharp swords pressing against his throat. Chen Yi's breath quickened, his lips quivering as he tried to speak several times but ultimately refrained, unable to open his mouth.
This kind of situation hadn't been unheard of in the past: women clashing out of jealousy, creating a chaotic scene. It seemed troublesome, yet solving it was easy enough—each unaware of each other's intentions, each feeling that they had gained something.
However, today is not like the past.
In the past, if Great Yin caused such chaos, it would have been suppressed single-handedly and dealt with harshly, believing she would not be restless. Yet, in this strange world, she took advantage of her desires becoming reality to become the master, turning the tide instantly, leaving others without a solution.
As if sensing his thoughts, Yin Weiyin smiled lightly,
He had oppressed her for so long in the past, but today he finally knows bitterness.
