This World Should Just Hurry Up and End

At that very moment.

After Ye Shu left, the women in the bedroom weren't idle either. Each occupied a small patch of the room, eyeing one another coldly.

Jiang Xin stood by the bed, holding Jiang Mingyue in her arms.

Xia Hanmo, her plain dress half undone, reclined quietly against the bed.

Meanwhile, Liu Ruyi remained seated on the windowsill, half her body leaning out of the window. Her bright red wedding dress fluttered gently in the night breeze, like a banner waving in the wind.

"What's the matter? Cat got everyone's tongues?"

She covered her mouth with her hand, sweeping her gaze across the room, then chuckled lightly. "Speechless with shock in the presence of the true, legitimate wife?"

"Of course—I imagine my husband never mentioned me to you. After all, no matter who goes out to have an affair, they wouldn't admit there's a nagging old wife waiting at home, would they?"

She said it lightheartedly, but between the lines she was calling the rest of them nothing but cheap wildflowers who couldn't make the cut.

How could Jiang Xin stomach that?

She immediately spat, lifted her head, and roared: "Pah! You shameless tramp! Putting on a scrap of red cloth, who are you trying to fool? You say you're his duly wedded wife, and that makes it so?"

"This lady right here is the real wife of that heartless bastard!"

Jiang Xin thrust out her chest, raised her chin, and wore a haughty expression. "You lot? You're nothing but latecomers!"

"Heh~ Little girl, quite the sharp tongue."

Liu Ruyi wasn't the least bit angered by the insult. She just smiled faintly: "Then wait until your husband comes back, and ask him who is the duly wedded wife, and who is the strutting wildflower putting on airs."

At those words, Jiang Xin's confidence faltered.

She froze in place, her eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Oh no, oh no. Why isn't this woman panicking at all?

Could she really be that heartless bastard's wife?

It wasn't that she lacked confidence—it was just that Liu Ruyi's calm, effortless demeanor made one suspect she had some trump card up her sleeve.

Even so, she couldn't lose face.

Jiang Xin forced herself to stand tall, hands on her hips: "A-ask then! Who's afraid of who? I just hope you dare!"

Even as she said it, her eyes darted around nervously.

Seeing this, Liu Ruyi felt reassured, thinking the girl was adorably naive and hardly a threat.

The two of them were trading barbs.

Then, suddenly, Xia Hanmo, who had been lying sideways on the bed, propped herself up halfway. Her loose white robe naturally slid down, revealing half a pale, snowy shoulder, and she drawled lazily:

"Both of you, stop squabbling."

"Truly, when the big tiger keeps quiet, the little kittens start yowling."

She lifted her eyelids faintly and cast a glance at Liu Ruyi perched on the windowsill.

"All that jabbering..."

"Heh~"

She let out a sound that was half laughter, half sneer, her tone dripping with ridicule: "Legitimate wife, formal marriage..."

"I wonder if you're still a virgin?"

"You don't even know what your man tastes like, yet here you are fighting over who's bigger or smaller. Aren't you embarrassed?"

"You know..."

Xia Hanmo's gaze turned seductive. She lazily raised her right hand, parted her cherry lips, stuck out her little tongue, and gave her fingertip a delicate lick, her eyes filled with allure.

"If you hadn't interrupted, he and I would have already..."

She left the rest unsaid, trailing off into a meaningful, quiet laugh.

She didn't say it. But she said everything.

"Y-you you!"

Staring at Xia Hanmo's utterly alluring pose on the bed, Jiang Xin's face flushed red with rage: "You shameless slut! How can you make such a disgusting, vile gesture!"

"Disgusting?"

Xia Hanmo glanced at her, then provocatively opened her mouth and slowly circled her tongue around her fingertip.

"You think it's disgusting, but some people absolutely love it."

"Besides, you talk about being the legitimate wife—don't tell me you've never even tasted what my man is like?"

Outrageous!

Absolutely outrageous!

At these words, the faces of the other three women in the room turned ugly in an instant.

Even Liu Ruyi lost her composure.

She stared coldly at Xia Hanmo, murderous intent blazing in her eyes.

This woman had no idea what was good for her. She had been gracious enough not to bother with these wretches, and now she dared to provoke her.

She was already courting death!

On the other side, Jiang Xin was completely losing her mind.

Her pretty face was bright red, her entire body like a boiled lobster, steam rising from the top of her head. Paired with Jiang Mingyue perched up there, she looked like a cherry bomb ready to explode at any moment.

She glared viciously at Xia Hanmo and shrieked hysterically:

"Who said I never tasted it?"

"Who never tasted it!"

"This lady tastes it every single day, eats it every day! Mixed into porridge in the morning, mixed into rice at night! I'm already sick of it!"

The moment those words left her mouth, dead silence fell over the room.

Liu Ruyi and Xia Hanmo were both stunned by Jiang Xin's wild, shameless declaration, not knowing how to respond.

Is that something a human being could even say?

But Jiang Xin wasn't done. She actually reached into her skirt, pulled out a piece of cloth—cut square, stained with blood in the middle—and held it up with both hands like a banner.

"See this? This is proof!"

"Do you have it?"

"Huh?"

She widened her eyes, holding up that bedsheet symbolizing purity and chastity, and bellowed:

"Do you have it?"

"Speak up! Why is everyone so quiet!"

Jiang Xin held up that bedsheet, chest puffed out, strutting like a victorious peacock, her tail nearly reaching the sky.

Xia Hanmo's face turned grim.

She gritted her teeth as if she'd made some resolution, and pulled out a white handkerchief from somewhere. On it were a few dark red bloodstains, and at the edges clung a few bits of dried leaf residue.

She raised it high, standing face to face with Jiang Xin.

"Isn't it just a bit of virgin blood? As if I don't have any!" Xia Hanmo gave the handkerchief a flick, and it unfurled in the moonlight.

"Th-this..."

Jiang Mingyue and Liu Ruyi were both dumbfounded.

No matter how worldly they were, they had to admit—they'd never seen a scene quite like this.

Jiang Xin and Xia Hanmo stood facing each other, each holding up their bloodstained cloth, glaring relentlessly, each treating their scrap of white fabric as their final trump card, neither willing to back down.

"Yours is fake!"

"Yours is fake! Mine is real!"

Back and forth they went, neither yielding an inch.

And it was at this very moment that Ye Shu, carrying a small beast, walked into the room and caught the entire scene.

He had barely stepped in before he was frozen in shock.

Wait. What the hell? Why were they suddenly waving around banners of shame? Was this even human behavior?

"Uh... you ladies..."

He scratched his head, awkward but polite, pointing at the bloodstained cloths in their hands.

"Are you two comparing who bled more?"

Hearing his voice, the two women whipped their heads around at the same time. Seeing Ye Shu standing there holding a half-grown girl and staring at them, their bodies went rigid like two weathered stone statues.

Then came the ear-piercing screams that echoed throughout Myriad Beast City.

Jiang Xin and Xia Hanmo's eyes rolled back simultaneously, their vision going dark, and they both keeled over backward—one onto the bed, one under the table—with the exact same thought running through their minds.

Let the world just end already.