Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands Chapter 64: Let’s Just Say… We Enjoy Each Other

"Why did you stop?" Rong Yue asked.

Ningyan shifted against the concrete railing of the stone bridge, turning to look at him. His white-gold eyes glowed faintly, too many conflicted emotions swirling within them, emotions Rong Yue already understood the source of.

After all, he had heard every word Mingze had spoken before making himself visible.

"I don’t play for beasts," Ningyan said, turning his head away. "Did you follow here?"

Rong Yue’s lips curved slightly. "What do you think?"

"I don’t think I have room to think about anything more than I already am," Ningyan replied.

He grabbed his book and turned properly this ti, leaning back against the railing. The wind threaded through his white hair, tugging loose strands into his face as the glow in his eyes dimd slightly.

"I can protect you," Rong Yue said calmly. "The attempt happened right in front of ."

Ningyan shot him a guarded look. His lips twitched instinctively. He was drawing a boundary.

Rong Yue noticed and didn’t step closer.

"I don’t need your protection," Ningyan said. "Or anyone’s. Pretend you didn’t hear anything. I can handle myself."

Despite his words, he didn’t move from the bridge.

Rong Yue sighed quietly. "I invited Yan Wuhen to dinner tonight. You as well. We can talk more when you arrive at the manor."

Ningyan glared at him. The glow in his eyes faded completely now, leaving only that steady white-gold hue with no violet in sight.

"I said I don’t want help."

"And I agreed," Rong Yue replied evenly. "I’m only inviting you to dinner. I an no harm."

"I didn’t say you did," Ningyan said, standing upright. He brushed the hair from his face, though the wind imdiately returned it. "You saved my life that night. If you hadn’t been in that chamber, the poison would’ve killed . Blood loss or not."

Rong Yue’s eyes sharpened slightly.

"What were you doing there anyway?" Ningyan asked.

"I wanted to steal sothing precious."

Ningyan snorted. "And you’re telling ?"

"You asked," Rong Yue said with a smirk.

Ningyan’s lips twitched. "Did you succeed?"

"Unfortunately, no. You happened," Rong Yue replied. "But I’ll try again. Hopefully, you won’t happen again."

For the first ti that day, Ningyan smiled. Not a guarded curve. A real smile. One that reached his eyes.

"I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell Wuhen what you heard today," he said. His smile had grown smaller now.

Rong Yue nodded slowly. "And if he finds out under... unfavorable circumstances?"

"Then he will save and protect ," Ningyan replied without hesitation. "As my lover."

He grabbed his book, pressing it to his chest as he pushed away from where he had been leaning.

"That he will," Rong Yue agreed. "Which is precisely why I’ll be watching your back. Wuhen fancies you more deeply than I thought and I can’t have him wreaking havoc that won’t only fall on whoever tries to kill you."

Ningyan raised a genuinely curious brow and stepped closer. The movent made their height difference so clear. Sothing Rong Yue couldn’t help but appreciate.

Ningyan was beautiful. Beautiful enough to pass as female. Beautiful enough to remain unmistakably male.

His eyes had regained their violet hue now, curiosity gleaming brightly within them. Rong Yue found his attention caught more than he expected.

"Wuhen listens to you?" Ningyan asked.

"To an extent."

"But he does."

"If he wants to."

Ningyan humd thoughtfully. "You two seem like very good friends."

Rong Yue smiled and stepped closer as well, still leaving a respectful distance between them. "We’re much more than friends."

He lifted his hand, reaching toward Ningyan’s hair.

Ningyan didn’t flinch. Didn’t stiffen. He just watched him calmly.

Rong Yue brushed the loose strands from Ningyan’s face with his fingers, then lowered his hand just as carefully.

"Just as you have a bond with him," he said softly, "I also have a bond with him."

Ningyan’s lips twitched. "It can’t be a spirit mate chain."

Rong Yue chuckled. "Not quite. Let’s just say... we enjoy each other."

Ningyan’s eyes widened.

Then he let out a genuine and startled laugh before stopping abruptly. His face turned bright red as he covered his mouth with his palm.

"You two are—" He gasped, cutting himself off. "I can picture it. Bloody heavens."

He seed to be talking more to himself than anyone else at that point. Rong Yue, however, found the reaction both amusing and intriguing.

Ningyan cleared his throat and straightened at once, slipping seamlessly back into the deanor of a respectful, obedient scholar.

"I apologize for asking," he said. "I shouldn’t have... but I have questions."

There was unmistakable mischief in his eyes now. Rong Yue couldn’t tell whether it had always been there, or if he’d acquired it after spending so much ti with Wuhen.

"You can ask during dinner," he said.

Ningyan laughed nervously. "I don’t think that’s a good idea to ask such questions in Wuhen’s presence. It would give him ideas."

Rong Yue didn’t say anything at first. He rely nodded.

"Then we will find ti away from him," he said smoothly. "And it would be an honor if you played for , Su Ningyan."

He bowed once then turned and walked away from the stone bridge, a faint smile lingering on his lips as his figure disappeared into the winding path beyond.

Ningyan remained where he was.

His gaze followed the tiger beast prince’s retreating back, watching the slow, deliberate sway of his tail until he suddenly let out a quiet laugh.

"I should have known," he muttered to himself. "They are intimate."

His brows furrowed as an entirely unwelco curiosity crept in.

"I wonder who’s on top..." He paused, then winced. "Rong Yue does seem like the type."

He slapped a hand lightly against his own forehead. "Bloody heavens. I shouldn’t be thinking about this."

He leaned over the bridge railing, staring down at his reflection in the water below.

"Get it out of your head, Ningyan," he scolded himself quietly. "You are officially a monk."

...Then again.

He let out a long and frustrated sigh, placing his book and flute neatly on the railing before resting his elbows against the stone. His palm propped his cheek as his legs crossed idly, eyes still fixed on the water.

"Is it a cri to be curious?" he murmured. "To want to watch... or even—"

He cut himself off with another sigh.

"Focus. Focus."

His reflection stared back at him, pale and calm, hiding far too much beneath the surface.

"You’re in danger," he reminded himself firmly. "Your own family is trying to kill you."

His fingers tightened briefly against the stone.

"So plan," he continued under his breath. "Plan how to uproot them. Show them exactly who you are."

Straightening, Ningyan drew in a slow, steady breath. His shoulders squared, resolve settling into place like a drawn blade returning to its sheath.

"You can do this."