Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands Chapter 128: Does He Always Talk This Much?

"Wha..." The grimace on Ningyan’s face faded.

His eyes widened slightly, surprise replacing everything else as he stared at Yan Wuhen.

He searched his expression waiting for mischief, for mockery, for anything.

But there was none.

Wuhen looked... serious.

Ningyan hadn’t expected that.

"...No." He took a step back, shaking his head faintly. "I don’t want to do that to you."

Yan Wuhen straightened imdiately, a flicker of surprise crossing his face like he had expected rejection, yet still found himself caught off guard by it.

"I don’t understand."

Ningyan exhaled slowly, steadying himself. "What is there not to understand?"

Wuhen tilted his head slightly, genuinely puzzled. "Don’t you want to punish ?"

Ningyan blinked.

For a mont, he simply stared at him.

"I am not you, Yan Wuhen," he said flatly. "And I don’t think trapping you is romantic... or a way for you to earn my affection."

He shrugged lightly. "You can be free. But you will not force into anything I do not want."

Wuhen’s eyes brightened.

"So," he said softly, stepping closer, "you’re giving a chance?"

Before Ningyan could respond, Yan Wuhen closed the distance, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close.

His face buried into the crook of Ningyan’s neck, inhaling deeply as if committing his scent to mory. His tails swayed lazily behind him, betraying his satisfaction.

Ningyan stiffened.

What was he doing?

Why was he allowing this?

He should have learned his lesson already.

He wasn’t supposed to be greedy like the original Ningyan.

And yet, even now, after everything... After the anger, the shouting, the distance, Yan Wuhen still had a hold on him.

"...Troubleso," Ningyan muttered under his breath.

But instead of pushing him away imdiately, he relaxed. Just slightly.

A quiet sigh escaped him.

At that mont, Lan ishan returned.

Su Nianci lay unconscious in his arms.

His gaze fell first on Yan Wuhen, who had yet to let go of Ningyan and his expression remained calm, though sothing colder flickered beneath the surface.

Wuhen lifted his head lazily, resting his chin against Ningyan’s shoulder as he t ishan’s gaze with a knowing smile.

ishan said nothing.

But the air shifted.

Ningyan sighed again, this ti with clear exasperation. He reached up and pushed Wuhen’s head away from his shoulder before stepping toward ishan.

His attention imdiately fell to Nianci.

She was covered in dirt, streaks of blood staining her robes. Evidence of the earlier impact.

"Is she dead?" Ningyan asked bluntly.

Alive, she was useful.

Dead... less so.

"No," ishan replied calmly. "But she is in a critical state. I’ve already given her dicine."

Yan Wuhen stepped closer, his eyes flicking between them before settling on Ningyan.

"So," he said, piecing it together easily, "you abducted Su Nianci to force Madam Qin to lift the bounty on your head."

"Yes." Ningyan glanced at him, unimpressed. "Why are you here?"

Yan Wuhen blinked. "What?"

Ningyan frowned slightly. "Did you co for Nianci’s na day?"

Wuhen opened his mouth. Then paused.

A slow smile spread across his lips instead. "...Does it matter?"

Ningyan narrowed his eyes.

Behind him, ishan carefully lowered Su Nianci back onto the ground.

Without thinking, Ningyan stepped back toward him. His hand naturally found ishan’s sleeve, holding onto him lightly.

Yan Wuhen watched the two of them quietly before letting out a soft breath.

"So," he drawled, "we’re waiting?"

Ningyan shot him a look. "We?"

Wuhen smiled lazily. "I may find this union dreadfully boring... but he is your husband." His gaze flicked toward Lan ishan. "So yes. We."

"There is no we," Lan ishan replied flatly.

Ningyan hugged his arm. "We’re fugitives, Yan Wuhen. You should go your own way."

"I already told you," Wuhen said lightly, "I’m not leaving you."

Ningyan rolled his eyes, unimpressed, and tightened his hold around ishan’s arm.

"Clearly."

Lan ishan, however, gave Wuhen a long, asuring look. Sothing unreadable flickering beneath his calm expression.

Wuhen rely tilted his head back, gaze drifting toward the night sky as though none of it concerned him.

Then, the air shifted.

Wind rushed violently through the trees, carrying with it a heavy, ominous presence.

A figure stepped out from the darkness.

Lan Shiyu.

"There you are... brother." His tone was cold, his expression thoroughly displeased.

Yan Wuhen raised a brow.

Ningyan blinked once, still clinging to ishan without the slightest intention of letting go.

Lan ishan simply looked at him.

Lan Shiyu’s gaze flicked to Yan Wuhen, briefly sharp and assessing, before settling on Ningyan.

White hair. Violet eyes.

Recognition dawned.

His lips twitched.

"Oh... the phoenix." His gaze sharpened with interest. "You must be Su Ningyan."

Silence.

No one answered.

Shiyu didn’t seem to mind.

"Interesting," he continued, a faint smirk forming. "You’ve always disliked being touched, brother. Yet here you are..."

His eyes lingered on Ningyan’s hand wrapped around ishan’s arm. "...allowing this."

"He’s my husband," Lan ishan said simply.

The words landed like a blade.

Lan Shiyu’s expression froze. "What?"

"What are you doing here, Shiyu?" ishan asked, unmoved.

Shiyu frowned. Then his gaze dropped to the unconscious Su Nianci lying nearby.

A short, amused scoff escaped him. "So this is what you’ve been busy with."

He looked back up.

"I ca to find you," he said. "To ask why you would appear at the Phoenix Clan’s celebration of all places." His lips curled slightly. "But it seems I already have my answer."

His gaze shifted aningfully toward Ningyan. "The rightful phoenix to rule... and the usurpers who don’t want that to ever happen."

Ningyan blinked, then leaned slightly toward ishan. "...Does he always talk this much?"

ishan gave a small nod. "Unfortunately."

Ningyan clicked his tongue. "What a pity."

For a brief second, ishan’s lips curved.

Lan Shiyu’s eyes narrowed. "Father is looking for you," he said suddenly.

The words drew all attention.

Even Yan Wuhen’s gaze sharpened slightly.

"He wants you back."

"Lies," ishan replied without hesitation.

Shiyu snorted. "Why would I lie? You were always the chosen heir. The one he molded." His tone darkened. "Yes, you rejected him. Yes, you turned away from demon qi. But that doesn’t make you worthless."

He smiled. "He’s already sent Uncle Tianlong to search for you."

"I want nothing to do with him," ishan said, his voice colder now.

Shiyu exhaled sharply. "Then you shouldn’t have shown yourself today."

His gaze hardened.

"Now, I will take my revenge. And then I’ll drag you back myself."

Ningyan let out a loud, frustrated groan.

"Can you stop?" he snapped. "Not everything revolves around you and your family drama." He waved a hand dismissively. "I’m in the middle of sothing important. So kindly—"

His eyes narrowed. "Leave."