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

Looking at the rioting angels, she was at a loss. She released Wendy and looked around for help. All of them were her compatriots protesting and pressuring her to become queen.

She was like a desperate and tyrannical ruler, someone everyone wanted to kill.

Her gaze then turned to Michael, who seemed somewhat bewildered. At least this guy was relatively calm and hadn't joined the riots.

"!"

Michael noticed Gabriel looking over at him as if seeking help, and his heart skipped a beat. "Don't come after me! What does this have to do with me? Wendy just said something about 'stealing the queen,' and if we accidentally become enemies, we're doomed."

So Michael, the angel king who never backed down on the battlefield and was skilled in combat, took a few steps back, sweating profusely, and gave his place to the angels who were crowding in.

...Are you serious about the way you're backing away?

Gabriel felt a wave of despair. Looking at everyone around him, he felt his body shrinking smaller and smaller. Despite being a king, he felt helpless and insignificant.

Under the pressure of the crowd, she didn't dare to say a word, and began to feel that everyone was saying she was wrong, so was she really wrong... She became somewhat disoriented.

Wendy looked at King Gabriel like this, sighed, and said—

"Your Majesty, repent."

Chapter 711 Then he can only marry the Queen.

Your Majesty, repent.

Gabriel looked blankly at his fellow countrymen, completely at a loss after hearing Wendy's words. He opened his mouth and said—

"Repentance, repentance?"

What does this mean? What did I do wrong that I need to repent for? I clearly didn't do anything, so why should I repent...?

King Gabriel was inwardly bitter, but he could not express it.

He said blankly—

How can one repent?

Her eyes, as vast as the ocean, were now filled with confusion; she didn't know what to do. Her mind was a jumble of grievances and the image of Mr. Chen Ming kept flashing through her mind.

Wendy felt bad seeing her king like this. Looking at the lunchbox in her hand, she handed it to Gabriel and said—

"This is the Queen... no, it's the meal Mr. Chen Ming prepared for you. He's waiting for you at home."

"..."

Gabriel took the lunchbox, still lukewarm, which reminded her of his body temperature. He had been sitting on her when she fell, and later in the office, she had been on top of him…

For some inexplicable reason, I felt a strange familiarity with the other person's warmth.

She remained silent for a while, then lowered her head.

Finally, she whispered—

"I will... take responsibility..."

"Your Majesty."

Everyone's eyes softened, and they showed happy expressions, as if they were gratified to see a prodigal son return home.

Has the ever-unsteady King Gabriel finally come to his senses?

Everyone gathered around and gave the king a gentle hug.

Then he excitedly said—

"Great! We'll have a queen from now on! How exciting! Hurry up and prepare for the ceremony, let's get married as soon as possible. The king is getting on in years, let's not delay any longer."

"..."

Gabriel sat blankly on a large rock, his white boots barely touching the ground with his toes, watching the noisy angels leave.

Wendy watched this scene, a gentle smile appearing on her face, and said—

“That’s wonderful, Your Majesty.”

"..."

Very good?

Gabriel's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his head, as if he was enduring something with great effort.

"Your Majesty?"

Wendy noticed Gabriel's unusual behavior and leaned over to ask him with concern—

"Your Majesty, what's wrong? Are you too happy? This way, there won't be too many rumors, and everyone will know that you are the Queen."

Wendy thought it was great that no one would have an excuse to steal the queen anymore.

Unaware of Gabriel's barely contained rage, she abruptly looked up, her expression slightly ferocious, and grabbed Wendy's head with one hand.

Wendy was startled and said—

"Your Majesty? How come even this gesture is so similar to the Queen's? They really do look like a married couple..."

Before Wendy could utter her foul words, Gabriel grabbed her head and threw her into the spatial rift she had torn open.

Suddenly the world became quiet.

Gabriel let out a sigh of relief, but when he realized that things were beyond repair, he sat back down dejectedly, his expression becoming somewhat blank.

How did I end up with such a complicated relationship with Mr. Chen Ming without even realizing it? I hadn't done anything wrong, but now this is really ruining Mr. Chen Ming's reputation.

She couldn't help but cover her face, her voice weak as she said—

"What am I doing... Waaah..."

This caused him even more trouble.

Why is it always like this? In the short time he's been here, I've offended him time and time again, and ended up in this situation.

What should we do now?

Does Mr. Chen Ming know about this?

Am I really going to become a ruthless tyrant who steals other women's husbands?

She never imagined she would do such a thing, truly. It was all a series of unfortunate coincidences, one wrong step leading to another. Perhaps it was all destined from the very beginning, when she mistakenly brought him to heaven?

Or perhaps she thinks she doesn't want to, but subconsciously she drools over other people's handsome men and intentionally or unintentionally tries to win them over?

"Ugh..."

Gabriel clutched his head in his hands, grabbing his hair, looking like he was wearing a mask of pain. His beautiful face became somewhat distorted and conflicted as he thought of Michael's words, Wendy's nonsense, and then everyone's advice.

Finally, there's his face...

His gentle smile...

How did I come up with that idea?

Gabriel asked himself these questions, trying to understand his own heart.

Originally, she didn't have many strange thoughts about Mr. Chen Ming, but the people around her kept saying that she had ulterior motives, which made her pay attention. Then, recalling his affairs, it seemed that she did have a different feeling from others.

Is he alright?

Of course, he's great. He's very kind, good-looking, and has a good personality. I heard he was someone's husband before, and it's true, he's caring and considerate, making you feel at ease.

She looked at the lunchbox resting on her plump, soft thighs, and the warmth felt like his hand sinking into her legs.

Did he cook for me specially...?

Gabriel lowered his eyelids, his hands gripping the lunchbox, increasingly at a loss for what to do.

stomping on...

Michael watched as most of the angels departed. Bai Hao walked back to Gabriel's side, glanced at the vanished spatial rift, and asked—

"Where did you put that guy?"

"Spark Tower Core".

Gabriel gritted his teeth and said—

"I tied her up as well, so she couldn't escape."

"...Would he still be able to survive?"

Michael scratched his cheek. The Spark Tower was the source of Heaven's energy, acting as the sun. Letting Wendy, a two-winged angel, go in would probably mean she'd be roasted alive.

Gabriel pursed his lips and said—

"Just leave it cooked, I don't want it."

Is there any need to keep such subordinates? They should be cremated like non-recyclable waste; keeping them outside will only pollute the environment.

Michael smiled. Of course, she knew that Gabriel was just saying it in anger and that the other party knew his limits, so she didn't ask any further questions.

Gabriel glared at her and said—

"Laughing? You're still laughing! Why were you just watching from the sidelines? You traitor!"

They clearly saw that something was wrong, yet they didn't try to calm everyone down.

Michael raised his hand and said—

"Didn't you hear what Wendy said? I'm suspected of trying to steal the queen from you, and talking nonsense will only make things more chaotic."

After calmly analyzing the situation, she realized she was probably just being a coward. She hadn't even met Mr. Chen Ming; how could she possibly take the blame?

"..."

Gabriel glared at her fiercely. It was too late to blame anyone now. She sighed deeply, looking at the white lunchbox on her lap.

"Aren't you going to open it and take a look?"

Michael said something.

Gabriel glared at her again and said—

"Don't worry about it."

Then he opened the lunchbox himself, and as soon as he opened it, he smelled a rich aroma. Even Michael sniffed, looked over curiously, and said—

"What is this? It smells so good."