Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

"Mmm...so comfortable..."

Chen Ming sat down next to Qin Hui. He noticed that the sofa only occupied a quarter of the space between him and Qin Hui, suggesting that the whole family could probably sit on it together to watch TV.

"It's as big as a bed."

Chen Ming said something.

Qin Hui narrowed her eyes, like an alluring fox, and gently rubbed her black-stockinged feet against his calf, saying—

"How else could I let so many of your wives sit together?"

It means to sit, not to do.

Chen Ming glanced at her, feeling that she was implying something, though he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination. Huihui was a bit obsessed these days, thinking about it all the time, so it wasn't surprising that he was suspicious.

Qin Hui is now acting like a domineering CEO, teasing people again. Chen Ming felt the warm soles of his feet and glanced at his aunt, who seemed not to have noticed.

He smiled, tapped Qin Hui on the head, and said—

"Get up, let me carry your things back."

"I can't move anymore, so please carry me back with you."

Qin Hui leaned softly against the sofa armrest, her legs resting on his knees, her toes gently tracing patterns, which made Chen Ming squint his eyes.

Do you know how he bullied your aunt who had itchy feet before?

I probably don't know.

Chen Ming remained unmoved. He knew Qin Hui's body couldn't take it anymore; she was just stubbornly resisting him out of habit. So he curled his finger and flicked her little toe.

Qin Hui let out a "whoosh" and then rolled on the floor, clutching her toes.

Aunt heard Qin Hui's cries and came over to find Qin Hui rolling on the ground, clutching her toes.

"..."

She glanced at Chen Ming with her pale eyes, remembering how he had bullied her before. She couldn't help but turn to the side and bend her legs, her delicate, jade-like hands covering her crystal-clear fingers.

I felt a little shivering.

The positions of the aunt and nephew have long been reversed. The aunt, who used to have an absolute advantage, is now the weak one, always being bullied by him and unable to fight back.

Chen Ming smiled and said—

"Auntie, please get up too. I'll move my things over there, and then there's one more thing I need to take care of."

"what's up?"

Qin Hui, who was rolling on the ground, stopped what she was doing, looked up at him, and realized that she didn't need to worry about her image at home or put on airs like a CEO. Rolling around in front of him wasn't shameful at all.

Anyway, he's already seen all my most embarrassing moments.

Chen Ming used his spatial bag to store the furniture and said—

"Someone who made a mistake should wake up soon and be put on trial. Do you want to come?"

Aunt and Qin Hui exchanged a glance, seemingly unaware of Raphael's actions. They had only asked about it when Raphael didn't come out for dinner, and Chen Ming had said she was still asleep.

Aunt said—

"What happened to that girl Raphael?"

"She almost kidnapped me..."

Chen Ming thought for a moment and said—

"Oh right, Auntie doesn't know yet, Raphael is an angel."

"Angel?"

Auntie froze, then her expression turned a little strange, as if she was reacting to the word "angel".

Chen Ming scratched his head and said—

"You'll know when your aunt goes to see for herself."

"……All right."

My aunt already believed him; after all, it was him who said it, how could she not believe it? But... do angels really exist in this world?

Previously, I had mocked the Angelic Cult with my senior tailor, saying that the things they believed in had never shown any miracles, which was actually saying that angels did not exist at all.

Auntie scratched her head. If angels really exist... then some of what those people say is true? And it's true that they call themselves saints?

The more she thought about it, the more something seemed off, even absurd. She shook her head and stopped thinking about it.

Chen Ming finished packing up his things, looked at Miss Qin Hui who was still lying on the ground, and said with his hands on his hips—

"What are you doing? Go back."

"I'm injured and can't get up."

As he spoke, he blinked, as if hinting at something.

She fell down and needed her husband to carry her to get up?

One minute he's acting like a domineering CEO, the next he's acting all cute and clingy. I can't stand it.

Chen Ming thought this to himself, but his face clearly showed that he was very pleased and smiled. He didn't find his wife's behavior annoying; he just found it cute.

He bent down, picked her up, and said—

"Okay, it's just like carrying a gas cylinder, I can carry it."

"..."

Qin Hui narrowed her eyes, tightened her grip on his neck, and said—

"What did you say?"

Chen Ming's tone was firm—

“I told you, my wife, you’re slim and slender, and you’re not heavy at all.”

"That's more like it."

Qin Hui nestled contentedly in his arms.

With Wenrun in his arms, Chen Ming was about to call his aunt to go back together when he felt someone close to his back, gently circling his back with their hand.

That must be a very clever and beautiful finger.

It was as if it had passed through the depths of his heart.

He looked at Qin Hui's wife in front of him. She didn't notice anything unusual, nor did she know that her aunt was behind him, gently kissing his back.

Then I walked ahead, winked at him briefly, and walked back with my hands behind my back.

Chen Ming watched the mature beauty walk away.

It seems that my aunt is increasingly fond of this approach, secretly doing things to him while he is being intimate with other girls.

It's a strange feeling.

It's like walking a tightrope; the slightest misstep could send you tumbling into the abyss, which is captivating.

Chapter 597 Don't look at me, don't look at how filthy I am...

Raphael, may you return...

Raphael...returns...

who is it?

Raphael's consciousness began to rise, as if she saw a holy light welcoming her return, and she gently reached out her hand.

As long as your hand touches the light, you will be saved.

however……

But she couldn't reach out to touch him. Her blue eyes were filled with confusion, then slowly she came to her senses. She remembered the days she spent with him, how he controlled her emotions.

My heart has already fallen.

"I can never go back..."

Raphael murmured softly, watching the light fade away, when he heard his call from behind, his gentle voice calling her name.

Each sound pulled her away from the holy light, plunging her into his boundless abyss from which she could never escape, already fallen into his palm.

Master...Husband...

Her consciousness plunged into darkness again, and she no longer sought salvation, only hoping to be possessed by him in his hell, until eternity.

……

Raphael slowly woke up, his eyelids twitched, and before he could open his eyes, he heard what sounded like people talking around him.

"Lucifer, is Raphael about to wake up?"

It's the owner's husband's voice.

Raphael was overjoyed just hearing his voice and wanted to open her eyes. However, what he said next made her hesitate again.

Lucifer said—

"He should be waking up soon... Have you decided how to punish him?"

"Hmm... how about letting her sleep on the sofa by herself for a month?"

Chen Ming's words were calm, and to outsiders the punishment might seem insignificant, but to Raphael it was a bolt from the blue.

My heart skipped a beat, as if something had shattered.

I am clearly my master's blanket... My master always covers my big wings... Raphael was filled with grief, as if she had lost her dreams. She was already a useless angel. Even her master didn't cover her wings anymore. What was the meaning of her bird life?

Raphael began to let his mind wander.

Chen Ming didn't really want to punish Raphael, after all, she was his wife. But showing too much favoritism would be going too far, and the people Raphael had offended were still watching.

Chen Ming turned his head and said—

"I'm not in a rush, what about you guys?"

"Me..."