Lucifer, who had just received the washboard from Chen Ping with a bewildered look, heard his wife's angry roar the next second, which startled him so much that he involuntarily shrank back.
Now he understood why Chen Ping had given him this.
Lucifer looked at Chen Ping with despair and asked, "Chen Ping, are you sure this thing really works?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ping gave Lucifer a thumbs up and laughed, "Don't worry, it will definitely work, but you have to be decisive. Once you're inside, kneel down, and I guarantee you'll get forgiveness!"
"Lucifer! What are you dawdling for! Get up here now!"
Twice now, Lucifer could only shakily walk up the stairs, still tightly gripping the washboard in his hand.
As he stepped onto the stairs, Gabriel came down just then. She looked at the washboard in Lucifer's hand with a surprised expression. Hmm? Isn't this the washboard she equipped Chen Ping with?
How did it end up in Lucifer's hands? Did Chen Ping give it to him?
Gabriel was both amused and exasperated. Did Chen Ping really want the master of Hell, the mighty Satan, to kneel on a washboard for Seraphim? How could that be?
He's a figure of taboo status; how could his dignity possibly be reduced to kneeling?
Although that's what she thought, Gabriel didn't say anything about it. Instead, she brushed past Lucifer and walked towards Chen Ping.
Lucifer paid no attention to Gabriel; his mind was preoccupied with how to gain Seraphim's forgiveness. He looked at the washboard in his hand, hoping it would actually work.
......
Gabriel came to Chen Ping's side and asked curiously, "Chen Ping, why did you give the washboard I prepared for you to Lucifer? You're not planning to make him kneel on the washboard to apologize to Seraphim, are you?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ping laughed and said, "That's right, isn't a washboard useful?"
Gabriel subconsciously rubbed her knees and then said, "It's quite useful, but Lucifer is Satan, the dignified ruler of Hell, a forbidden-level big shot. His dignity wouldn't allow him to kneel, would it?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ping shook his head and smiled, "That's different. I just talked to Lucifer, and I can tell that he loves Seraphim very much."
"Hmm, shall we take a gamble?"
Upon hearing this, Gabriel laughed and said, "Let's make a bet? Sure, if I lose, I'll wear those outfits you've been talking about, but if you lose, you'll have to kneel on a washboard for three days! How about that?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ping smiled and said, "It's a deal!"
Gabriel: "It's a deal!"
"Walk!"
In an instant, the two quietly headed upstairs; they needed to know the outcome!
......
Lucifer walked slowly toward Seraphim's room, each step feeling particularly heavy. He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and saw Seraphim's face, slightly angry yet still beautiful.
The atmosphere in the room was tense; it was as if they could hear each other's breathing.
Before Seraphim could speak, Lucifer, following Chen Ping's advice, resolutely knelt on the floor, slamming the washboard down beside him. His swift and decisive action stunned the previously furious Seraphim, whose eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, filled with disbelief.
"Lucifer, what are you doing?" Seraphim's voice trembled slightly, but more so with confusion.
Lucifer looked up, his gaze sincere, and said softly, "My dear, I know I was wrong. I didn't tell you my identity as Satan in time, and I made you worry."
I am willing to accept punishment, even in the most humble way, just to ask for your forgiveness.
At this moment, the washboard seems to have become the strangest prop, symbolizing an unprecedented surrender and apology.
Seraphim recovered from her initial shock and was gradually moved by Lucifer's sincerity. At the same time, a strange smile welled up in her heart. She never thought that someone as proud as Lucifer would be so "down-to-earth".
“You…” Seraphim couldn’t help but chuckle, his lips curving slightly upward, but he tried hard to suppress his laughter. “Lucifer, get up. I know what you’re thinking.”
"I just hope you won't disappear so suddenly again."
Lucifer stood up, gently placing the washboard aside. He embraced Seraphim, his voice full of gratitude: "Thank you for your understanding. I promise I will never let you worry again."
But Seraphim wasn't easily fooled. She quickly came to her senses, pushed Lucifer away, patted her chest, and thankfully, almost fell for his charm.
Seeing that Seraphim's anger had not subsided, Lucifer quickly adopted a serious posture and said softly, "My dear, you have misunderstood. I do not have any special privileges because I am Satan. On the contrary, it is precisely because of my special status that I should know how to be humble and respectful."
Kneeling on the washboard was my own choice, a way of showing my apology and respect, and had nothing to do with our social status.
Upon hearing this, Serafin's anger subsided slightly, but he still stood with his hands on his hips, his eyes filled with resentment: "Then you can't just disappear for so long without a word, making me worry! Do you know how afraid I was that something had happened to you?"
Lucifer held her hand tenderly, his eyes filled with remorse: "I know it was my oversight. I promise that no matter what happens in the future, I will inform you in advance so that you will no longer have to worry."
My existence is to protect you, not to be a burden to you.
Serafin pursed his lips, his expression softening slightly, but he was still relentless: "I'll let those things go for now, but what are you plotting with the Lord of Heaven about your meeting?"
I've heard that the Lord of Heaven is older than you, so maybe you should go find Gabriel!
"Uh," Lucifer blinked, then chuckled, "How about we go downstairs and talk? Gabriel's here too, so we don't have to explain it all over again, right?"
Seraphim scoffed, then nodded and said, "Fine, but I'm telling you! No hiding a thing! If I'd known you were Satan, I shouldn't have hidden away for so many years! Humph~"
Seeing this, Lucifer could only try to coax them again.
......
On the other side, Chen Ping and Gabriel quietly came downstairs and sat down on the sofa.
The two locked eyes, and in the end, Gabriel gave in.
Gabriel, her face slightly flushed, said, "I... I lost! Damn it, the dignified ruler of Hell, kneeling so easily? He has no shame at all!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ping laughed and said, "Haha, face? What use is that? It's not like you're in front of outsiders. In front of your lover, face is worthless."
"Hehe, Gabriel, you should wear that red one tomorrow night."
"Red?" Gabriel's face instantly turned bright red. That red dress was the most alluring of all her clothes.
But, you have to accept the consequences of your bet, so I'll wear it!
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