"That bitch Qin Ya, she's too heavy-handed!"
"Damn it, if she's damaged you, let's not even talk about possibly ending the Nan Family's lineage."
"Just say she damaged you, she wouldn't be able to enjoy the wedding night and future married life!"
"In the end, wouldn't she be the one at a loss, really!"
Supporting Nan Rui outside the house, Nan Zhan muttered angrily.
Nan Rui gritted his teeth, his face full of pain.
He walked with his legs tightly closed, at times suspecting he'd been rendered infertile.
That damned Qin Ya, she really hit too damn hard.
"Alright, Rui'er, don't think about that for now."
"After you get married, make sure you handle her a few times!"
"Let her know your strength and vent your anger!"
...
"Damn it, why hasn't this rain stopped?" At the Nan Family manor, on the stage in front of the main house, while adjusting the microphone, Nan Zhan looked at the rain, not stopping but rather pouring down harder, and spat angrily.
