TSFLIP Chapter 644

Fengguang stared at Ao Ye for a moment.
“So that’s what the King of Hell looks like…”

She had always imagined the King of Hell as the legends described—fierce and terrifying, with bulging eyes and a face that would make any ghost drop dead from fear at first sight.
But to her surprise, he looked more like a handsome young scholar than a demonic overlord.

Rubbing her chin, she squinted and murmured, “Mmm… that whole ‘ascetic’ vibe is kinda delicious…”

Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her hand.
Turns out, Naihe had been holding her hand the entire way to keep her from escaping—and still hadn’t let go.

Fengguang glared at him. “You’re hurting me!”

She tried pulling her hand back, but couldn’t shake free.

“Your thoughts are dangerous,” Naihe said coldly.

His expression was so icy that she instinctively shrank back a little.
“I-I was just making a casual comment! I didn’t mean any disrespect to you, Your Highness…”

But Naihe’s cold stare didn’t waver—it was intense enough to make her skin crawl.

Just then, Ao Ye turned toward them, having heard the noise.

When his eyes landed on Fengguang, his expression shifted, and he walked over quickly.
He looked… strangely emotional. There was even a sparkle in his eyes.

The King of Hell—who never showed personal feelings—was now gazing at a woman with a look full of deep affection.
It wasn’t just Fengguang who was caught off guard; even the crowd of onlookers watching the drama unfold was completely dumbfounded.

Fengguang couldn’t handle that gaze. She awkwardly shifted her feet and stepped behind Naihe, trying to hide.

Naihe gave a rather rude greeting: “Your Highness.”

But Ao Ye had noticed their joined hands. His expression darkened instantly as he reached over, yanked Fengguang out from behind Naihe, and just as rudely said,
“You’re not allowed to touch her.”

——???

It wasn’t just Fengguang—everyone’s mind was filled with question marks.

“U-uh… Your Highness…” Fengguang started, but before she could finish, the hand still in Naihe’s grip throbbed with pain again.

She looked at him, feeling deeply wronged, her eyes silently saying, I’m innocent, too!

Wait a minute—why was she feeling wronged?
Just because this man was staring at her with suppressed fury in his eyes?

Ao Ye grabbed her other hand and said coldly to Naihe, “Let her go.”

“The one who should let go… is you, Your Highness,” Naihe replied calmly, completely unfazed by Ao Ye’s anger. His expression was as cool and composed as ever.

A chill settled into Ao Ye’s features. “She’s not someone you can touch.”

“And you are?” Naihe shot back. “Are you saying the King of Hell has that kind of privilege?”

“She is mine—” Ao Ye paused when he met Fengguang’s confused gaze. He abruptly changed course.
“I mean, I am the master of the underworld. Every ghost here is under my jurisdiction.”

“Is that so?” Naihe turned to look at the quiet Meng Po. “What do you think, Aunt Meng?
Does His Highness have a point?
Because the way he’s acting, you’d think he just ran into the love of his past life.”

Meng Po froze for a second, unsure why she’d been dragged into this drama—she was just here for the tea and gossip!
But after thinking it over, her eyes lit up with understanding, and she nodded in agreement.

Then suddenly, something else occurred to her. She slapped the table and shouted,
“AO YE, YOU LITTLE RUNT! HOW DARE YOU TRY TO STEAL MY DAUGHTER-IN-LAW!?”

Ao Ye’s face went dark.

She was much older than him, by who knows how many centuries—so calling him a “little runt” wasn’t technically wrong.
But still, even if it was technically true, the words rubbed him the wrong way.

“Meng Po, what nonsense are you spouting?!”