"Ah!!!"
...
The atmosphere in the entire venue instantly ignited, and the audience below erupted.
They were shocked, and also devastated.
Good heavens, Brother actually has a wife. For them, it was as if the sky had fallen and crushed them.
Tang Ye looked at the atmosphere and knew that tomorrow's trending searches were guaranteed.
He looked at Tang Xiaomin, who was excitedly spinning in place and smiling happily.
At first glance, it seemed as if Tang Ye was overjoyed and dancing with excitement because the woman beside him had called him her husband.
"Oh my god, Brother has a wife! My heart... is broken."
"Wuwuwu... Brother is too much. How can he be exclusively owned by one woman?"
"Brother... No!!! Don't be with her. Don't be with her! Don't leave me, Brother...!!"
"Brother, how can you have a wife? I don't agree!!"
"Brother, don't be with her, I will die...!!"
...
Tang Ye's extreme fans protested frantically from below the stage.
Seeing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, the pressure fell on the security guards maintaining order.
With so many people, if a real disturbance broke out, they wouldn't be able to handle the madness of these female fans.
Just as the scene was about to become uncontrollable, a man suddenly jumped onto the stage.
He held roses, his gaze sharp.
Yan Jue's sudden appearance stunned the audience, who immediately quieted down and focused their attention on the three people on stage.
"What's going on? What does that man want to do?"
"Holding roses, he must be a male fan of Tang Ye."
"Ah, but I have a feeling he's going up there to cause trouble?"
"Quick, take that woman away! Quick, take that woman away!"
...
Someone shouted this, and then everyone echoed the cry in unison.
"Take her away!"
"Take her away!"
...
On stage, Yan Jue slowly approached Tang Xiaomin. The bouquet of roses he was holding was now held in one hand, dangling by his side.
He spoke in a calm, low voice, "Repeat what you just said."
...
Yan Jue's sudden appearance made Tang Xiaomin's heart skip a beat.
Immediately after, she became nervous.
She wasn't nervous even with tens of thousands of people watching.
"I..."
As soon as she spoke, she realized her voice was amplified by the sound system, so she quickly ripped off the microphone from her body.
At this moment, Tang Ye stepped forward, standing beside Tang Xiaomin.
He was like a powerful giant.
He said coldly, "What do you want?"
He didn't turn off his microphone and brazenly questioned Yan Jue.
Honestly, he had always disliked Yan Jue.
He didn't believe Yan Jue would dare to lay a hand on him in front of thousands of people.
The atmosphere on stage instantly became tense and heavy.
It was like a melodramatic love triangle unfolding in real life.
With the microphone pinned behind her, Tang Xiaomin struggled to remove it.
Meeting Yan Jue's ominous gaze, she knew he was angry.
She pushed Tang Ye aside and stepped forward to explain.
"It's not what you think."
At first glance, it looked as if Tang Xiaomin was shielding Tang Ye.
Tang Ye, unafraid, said, "He clearly doesn't want to hear your explanation. In his eyes, it's already like that, isn't it?"
Tang Xiaomin was annoyed and glared at Tang Ye.
"Stop talking."
Wasn't he causing enough trouble already? Continuing to provoke Yan Jue would ruin the concert.
He was fearless and didn't take a small concert like this seriously.
Yan Jue was furious. He was angry at Tang Xiaomin, but he wouldn't do anything to her.
Therefore, Tang Ye became the target of his rage.
He advanced menacingly without a word.
Seeing this, Tang Xiaomin stepped in front of Yan Jue and continued to explain.
"Don't be impulsive. This is just a pre-designed stage effect. It's acting."
His strength was immense, and Tang Xiaomin realized she couldn't resist Yan Jue's actions at all.
Seeing that Yan Jue had broken through her obstruction, she desperately grabbed his arm and used all her might to pull him in the opposite direction.
"Yan Jue, come with me, let's go back."
"Please, come with me."
This was the first time Tang Xiaomin had used all her strength without reservation since she came to the human world.
Yan Jue's body was like iron, unmoving, not shifting an inch.
She knew he was powerful, but now he felt even stronger than before.
Was it because he had turned his anger into strength?
"Yan Jue, will you come with me? I'll do whatever you say, just come with me."
Tang Xiaomin couldn't budge Yan Jue and, sensing the chaos that was about to erupt on stage, cried out in despair.
"No!"
...
The audience below erupted, shouting in unison.
"Leave Tang Ye alone, hurry up and take her away."
"Leave Tang Ye alone, hurry up and take her away."
...
They simply wanted their idol to remain single.
At this moment, several staff members arrived late and stepped forward to block Yan Jue.
"Sir, please leave the stage."
Yan Jue stopped, not because of the staff.
It was because he saw the aggrieved expression on Tang Xiaomin's face and the moisture welling up in her eyes.
Clearly, he had made her feel this way.
Tang Xiaomin finally managed to pull Yan Jue off the stage. During the process, the bouquet of roses intended for her was left behind on stage.
Tang Ye finally had the stage to himself again, much to the excitement of the fans below.
"Tang Ye!"
"Tang Ye!"
"Tang Ye!"
...
It was just a performance, and Tang Xiaomin still left him.
Tang Ye slowly walked to the fallen bouquet of roses, picked them up with a sense of desolation, and an indescribable loneliness.
On the big screen, he held the roses, a bitter smile on his lips.
He turned his microphone back on.
"These flowers are for you, the ones I love the most."
Amidst the roaring cheers of his fans, Tang Ye ran wildly on stage, scattering the bouquet of roses into the sea of people below.
...
Parking lot.
Tang Xiaomin had intended to pull Yan Jue into the car, but in a dizzying turn of events, she was pinned against the wall.
The man's body pressed against her without warning, and a scorching kiss descended without any prelude.
It wasn't the gentle and considerate kiss they usually shared, but a domineering one, leaving her with no escape.
Ten minutes.
She felt breathless, suffocating.
Twenty minutes, her consciousness began to fade, as if she would die at any moment.
Just before she closed her eyes, she finally regained her freedom and gasped for fresh air.
"Huff..."
"Huff..."
She wanted to cry but had no tears, and her grievance made her accuse him of his crime.
"You... you... you almost kissed me to death..."
This was a death she could never have imagined, the first of its kind.
Compared to dying from a kidney theft, this way of dying was truly too embarrassing.