Caught in a chaotic situation, she is doted on by six villainous sons.

Chapter 1 Soothing Him

After the successful redemption, Jiang Liwu disappeared and died.

Traveling back twenty years.

The six villains she redeemed are outwardly cruel, cold-blooded, and extremely misanthropic doomsday creators, but in reality, they are all pitiful little people who are unloved by their parents, have miserable childhoods, and are physically weak.

Jiang Liwu discovered that a hug could make them lower their guard, a compliment could make their eyes light up, and a kiss could make them shyly cover their faces.

Good heavens, this isn't a villain at all, she's absolutely adorable!!

"It's terrible! The patriarch has fallen ill again!" A hurried and anxious voice rang out, and soon chaos erupted all around.

Jiang Liwu, who had just returned from the previous life, was suddenly pushed from behind. She was about to fall, but luckily someone grabbed her arm and helped her up.

The person supporting her was calmly issuing orders, "Take the head of the family to the quiet room and control her. Make sure she doesn't hurt herself or the head of the family. Go and invite Miss Qiao. Miss Qiao is helpful for the head of the family's condition."

Jiang Liwu pressed her head down, her eyes straining to break free from the darkness. Her pupils began to refocus, and upon contact with the light, her once innocent and clear eyes instantly transformed into a sharp, calm, and incomparably resilient gaze.

She looked up and her gaze fell on the person who was helping her. He was a middle-aged man, and she heard someone call him Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang was stunned when he met the girl's pair of dark, piercing eyes.

Suddenly feeling an invisible pressure, he felt that the person in front of him looked somewhat familiar, but he didn't have time to think about it. Considering the patriarch's symptoms, his expression became more solemn and serious, and he instructed the servants beside him, "Take them over as well."

Jiang Liwu then realized that she was in a group of young women. Not knowing what was going on or where she was, Jiang Liwu chose to wait and see and follow the group.

From afar, the sounds of women protesting and arguing could be heard.

"I don't want to go in and comfort him. He's a monster. Don't push me any further!"

“Miss Qiao, you know that only you can calm the master down,” the servant beside her kept trying to persuade her.

Qiao Yiran covered her ears and stomped her feet, her eyes filled with sarcasm as she glanced at Jiang Liwu and her group. "Just me?"

Uncle Wang's gaze was deep and sharp. "The patriarch's condition is very unstable right now, and the sedatives have had no effect whatsoever. If you are unwilling, I will have no choice but to have someone escort you inside."

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yiran's expression instantly turned ugly. She glanced at the bodyguard beside her who seemed somewhat tempted, gritted her teeth, and ultimately gave up resisting in humiliation. "I understand."

The bodyguard opened a heavy iron door, and Qiao Yiran reluctantly moved forward.

The quiet room was designed as a huge iron cage, completely dark inside, like the entrance to hell, emanating a heavy stench of blood and malevolent energy, with the sounds of fists pounding and screams constantly audible from within.

Jiang Liwu crossed her arms and looked at him calmly and inquisitively.

Qiao Yiran held her breath, her heart pounding violently, her eyes filled with tension and fear. One of the most direct reasons why she was unwilling to comfort the terrifying man inside was because she was genuinely scared.

As soon as Qiao Yiran entered, a figure with a bruised and swollen face and blood flying everywhere brushed past her and crashed hard into the iron railing, startling her so much that she froze on the spot.

A heavy, menacing breath was coming from very close to her.

Qiao Yiran's hair stood on end. She steeled herself and looked up, meeting a pair of bloodshot, hateful eyes like those of a beast. This time, she couldn't help but scream. As the man reached out his large hand towards her, she retreated in terror, tears streaming down her face. "No, no, don't come any closer!"

"Wei Xifeng, you're a madman, a demon, a violent maniac, a monster that's neither human nor ghost!"

Wei Xifeng?!

Upon hearing this name, Jiang Liwu suddenly stood up straight, lowered her arms from her chest, and looked serious.

Qiao Yiran sobbed, looking pitiful and helpless yet stubbornly shouting, like a kitten forced into a corner, revealing its claws that were neither itchy nor painful.

Anyone who saw her like this couldn't help but feel pity, but Uncle Wang's eyes were stern and his words contained a warning: "Miss Qiao, you are here to appease the head of the family, not to provoke him."

"Whether I'm there or not, you'll all find someone else to appease Wei Xifeng." After saying this, Qiao Yiran ran away without looking back.

"breeze?"

Uncle Wang was about to order someone to bring Qiao Yiran back when he was suddenly stunned to hear someone dare to call their patriarch that.

Everyone present was stunned, even the subordinate who had been beaten propped up his head.

Who has the audacity to do this?

The man's familiar features and appearance overlapped with those of the little boy he was as a child.

Wei Xifeng is one of the world-destroying villains who created the apocalypse; if ranked by age, he is the fourth oldest.

When Jiang Liwu traveled back twenty years, the world-destroying demon king was only six years old. Instead of killing him quickly, she chose to take advantage of his young age and undeveloped personality to correct his distorted values ​​and obsessive character.

"Xiao Feng." Jiang Liwu walked over.

The name is outdated; no one has used it in twenty years, and even a breath seems to turn to dust.

Wei Xifeng mechanically moved his manic, bloodshot eyes, and as he looked at the approaching person, a trace of disbelief returned to his eyes.

Reason was quickly overwhelmed, because that person had died twenty years ago.

The thought of that person dying right before his eyes, his body vanished without a trace, filled Wei Xifeng with even more intense pain. He roared and screamed, completely losing his mind, his throat emitting the fury and wailing of a wild beast, instinctively destroying everything within his field of vision.

He smashed things wildly, even knocking over several bodyguards who tried to subdue him.

Jiang Liwu reached out and grabbed him without even blinking.

Wei Xifeng subconsciously withdrew his strength, afraid of hurting her.

"Xiao Feng, what's wrong? Calm down and look carefully, it's me." Jiang Liwu cupped his face and held his head still, forcing his eyes to meet hers up close.

The impact was undoubtedly enormous, and the feel was so realistic.

Wei Xifeng covered Jiang Liwu's hand, rubbed his face against Jiang Liwu's palm, and after a moment, tears fell, "Teacher..."

"Ah."

"teacher."

"Mm," Jiang Liwu replied patiently.

"Teacher!" Wei Xifeng hugged the person tightly around the waist, his strength so great it seemed he wanted to embed his longing into the very bones.

Feeling his neck damp with tears, Jiang Liwu reached out and ruffled his hair with a sigh. "You're such a grown man, why do you still cry like a child?"

Wei Xifeng's shoulders trembled, unable to speak, only his tears flowed even more profusely.

Uncle Wang and his group were dumbfounded, speechless with shock.

It actually worked.

These are the only two people who can appease the head of the household.

This person is even more well-rounded than Qiao Yiran. Even with Qiao Yiran's attempts to appease him, she couldn't completely calm the head of the family down.