I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

27. Gotcha, Sister

Zerola, with gems scattered at his feet, opened his mouth in surprise. Was he planning to swallow me whole?

“What… did you just say!?”

“I said you’re vulgar, to measure your own daughter as a commodity, and only worth a million. Kefir is priceless!”

After all, Kefir is the protagonist. Can a protagonist’s worth be measured in money?

With my head held high, I finished my defiant stand and quietly moved behind Kefir. To ensure I could continue clinging to Kefir’s coattails, I had probably completely offended the old man. But… let’s not mention how Kefir, who promised to “cover for me,” is now as still as a wooden post. How is it that in my own script, I’m still alive and well in front of this uncle?

Sss… Huh?

The moment the uncle snapped back to reality, he approached with an air of invincibility!

“I’m asking you, how did you know I am an eighth…?”

An eighth-tier powerhouse, terrifying indeed… as if.

I wasn’t the least bit panicked because Kefir, too, was jolted awake by her father’s demeanor, firmly blocking me, and the feeling of clinging to his leg was simply divine.

“Father, could you tone it down a bit? Do you want me to just come back and then run away from home with him again?”

The atmosphere tensed for a moment, mostly because I was clinging to Kefir’s leg, and there was no “slapped to death with a single palm” ending in my script. However, Louise XXIII seemed to find the perfect opportunity to meddle at such a time.

Clearly, she was fanning the flames, yet this young lady managed to feign a peacemaker’s expression on her face.

“Alright, uncle, don’t be angry. Kefir was just deceived, but sigh… I didn’t expect her to be so deeply ensnared. Let me drive away this idler who came from outside, and then you can confine Kefir for a while, and she’ll calm down, right?”

Speaking of confinement, it was clear that Louise XXIII was deliberately creating trouble, aiming to deprive Kefir of the chance to compete, making it easier for her to ascend. I didn’t expect this little sister to be not only a villain but also trying to steal the protagonist’s script, with malicious intentions and wicked to the core.

Yet Kefir didn’t disappoint me. Worthy of being the protagonist, worthy of being the main support, she didn’t just cast me aside because of this but faced Louise XXIII without fear.

“Drive him out? Do you have the right?”

A similarly sharp aura made Louise XXIII instinctively step back, but she probably felt that she “couldn’t lose” now and immediately leaned towards Kefir’s father, acting like a sweet girl while deliberately provoking Kefir.

“Uncle, look! How can our great Ying Empire’s royal family be involved in such a scandal?”

“Scandal?”

“Yes, Kefir, I’m doing this for your own good, because we are about to fairly compete for the chance to go to the ruins. It’s supposed to be uncle and the queen carefully selecting the candidates, who must all be exemplary in every aspect. And now, not only are you idling outside every day, but you’ve even brought back a dubious man.”

At that moment, Louise XXIII finally bared her villainous fangs.

Using me, the “dubious man,” to demean Kefir’s taste and even her character, was just Louise XXIII’s own vile nature. Her real goal was probably to somehow snatch the spot that rightfully belonged to Kefir!

“If you insist on protecting this riffraff, then I won’t meddle in your family affairs. However, for the upcoming spot, shouldn’t you have the self-awareness to give it up? After all, if it gets out that the only daughter of uncle’s family is involved with a dubious man, the damage to the reputation… would be unbearable. Uncle Zerola, what do you think?”

“…”

I thought Kefir’s father, Uncle Zerola, would find an excuse to send my head flying for the sake of his family and a bunch of other messy reasons, but he was just frowning in silence.

But I couldn’t care less about him; my entire focus was on Kefir beside me.

“…”

I sneakily glanced at Kefir’s reaction, seeing her struggling to maintain her composure, her fists clenched and trembling slightly, a picture of endurance. It seemed Kefir was well aware: if she lashed out at Louise XXIII here, it would be easy for the other party to exaggerate and spread even more shameless and low-level rumors.

The leg I was clinging to wasn’t just some muscle-headed woman.

So I couldn’t wait any longer!

As a minor villain, opposing the protagonist is suicidal, which I couldn’t be bothered to explain to Louise XXIII, but… that script clearly meant for Kefir, you’re trying to steal it for what!

Not to mention I was also a victim. If Kefir couldn’t level up, my clinging to her leg wouldn’t be stable.

Hmph, little sister, in a while… you won’t be smirking so smugly as you are now. Just watch as I expose the color of the underwear you’re wearing today!

I narrowed my eyes slightly, fully engrossed in reading Louise XXIII’s script.

Immediately following, as Uncle Zerola looked over with a hint of confusion, I slowly began to speak.

“The candidates for the Goddess’s relics must be impeccable in all aspects and loyal to the Great Ying Empire, right? Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three.”

“That’s correct, so take a look at yourself, this packaging of yours, oh dear… you’ve really dragged Kefir down.”

“That’s not right, is it? If having a man by your side disqualifies you, then… aren’t you the same?”

Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three’s lofty tone came to an abrupt halt, her gaze filled with immense shock and a touch of guilt.

“What… what did you say?”

I hid behind Kefir.

And then, I held up two fingers.

“Last night at twelve o’clock, at the Durex Hotel, that blond hunk was really something.”

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