Let Go of Those Villains, Let Me Handle Them

Quick transmigration through three worlds, a sweet romance novel, sweet to the very end.

Search, search, search for a husband~

Gather three husband fragments to summon a Phoenix Lord~

Try to make sure your mother and I can hold our grandson next year.

"You two, can't you tone it down a bit?" Bei Feng couldn't stand it anymore. Although he had agreed to their relationship,

But that doesn't mean he agrees to these two being so unrestrained in front of him. His precious Jingjing, whom he raised with such care and effort...

Now that he's nestled in Junchen's arms, this wolf, he just can't help but feel incredibly frustrated.

"Okay." Bei Jing obediently listened and tried to get out of Jun Chen's arms, but as soon as she made a move, her man pulled her back into his arms.

"You brat, your sister and brother-in-law have a good relationship, why are you meddling in their business? Mind your own business."

Bei's father, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up. Bei Feng pursed his lips, while Bei Jing secretly gave Bei Feng a meaningful look.

Bei Feng finally felt a little comforted, crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa, squinting at Bei Jing who was giving him all sorts of little glances.

A faint smile appeared on his handsome face. It seemed this little girl still had some conscience; she hadn't forgotten her brother just because she had a husband.

Bai You watched the interaction between the brother and sister, a slight smile appearing in his peach blossom eyes. He still doted on his younger sister.

Bei Jing met Bai You's gaze. Her dark, bright eyes held a hint of coldness. She recognized Bai You.

Her older brother's first love was also his youth.

Didn't she break up with her brother three years ago? How come she's back together? And they're even back together?

She hadn't forgotten how dejected Bei Feng was after his breakup; her dark eyes narrowed.

It's best to stay close to your brother and not do anything to hurt him again.

Otherwise... don't blame her for doing something ruthless.

Bai You never expected that in this memory, the girl following behind the North Wind was so adorable and clueless.

The little girl who called her sister-in-law in a sweet, innocent tone was now looking at her with such a cold gaze.

My heart trembled violently, and my guilt towards the North Wind grew even stronger. How much harm must my departure have caused the wind back then?

Looking up, I was met with a pair of deep, dark brown eyes, as dark as a secluded valley. The person nodded politely as a greeting before looking away.

Bai You withdrew her gaze, beads of cold sweat seeping from her back. She knew Jun Chen; she had met him a few times when she was still with Bei Feng.

Junchen gave her the impression of being a very unfathomable man.

"Child, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mother Bei noticed Bai You's unusual behavior and asked with concern.

"Auntie, I'm fine, don't worry." Bai You came to her senses and smiled.

Bei Feng glanced at Bai You, then quickly looked away and began talking to Bei's father about everything related to the company.

The family ate dinner in a relatively harmonious atmosphere, and as always, Bei's parents sent Bei Jing back to the Jun family home.

Surprisingly, Bei Feng didn't stop them; instead, he pulled Bei Jing aside and gave her countless instructions.

The implication was that Bei Jing should be careful, lest Jun Chen, a wolf in sheep's clothing, take advantage of her. Bei Jing blushed upon hearing this, and only then did Bei Feng let her off the hook.

Only after Junchen's car drove away from the Bei family's house did the group turn their attention away.

The father said with a sigh, "My daughter has grown up and can't be kept here anymore. She's getting married."

North Wind rolled his eyes. "Isn't it you guys who can't wait to marry off your little sister?"

Bei's father glared at his son and said, "Go away, go away! The legal marriage age for women in our country is eighteen. How is this considered impatient?"

This is called a natural progression, a natural outcome. What do you know, you brat? Mind your own business.

Work hard so your mother and I can hold our grandson next year – that's the real deal!