Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 121: You Left Without Saying Goodbye

Ningyan hated the way his body immediately tensed when the demonic energy appeared.

Wuhen instantly placed him back on his feet.

Meishan lifted his gaze toward the ceiling, as if he could already tell that someone was standing on the roof above them.

Ningyan’s heart began racing. This presence felt... different.

It wasn’t just power.

With powerful beast cultivators, one could sense the growl of their beast soul, feel the intensity of their beast qi.

But this aura was strange.

It was a perfect mixture of beast qi and demon qi, twisted together in a way that made Ningyan’s skin crawl.

Then suddenly, the presence vanished.

Ningyan let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

Without thinking, he stepped closer to Meishan and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him into an embrace.

Meishan immediately returned it. His hand moved slowly across Ningyan’s back, rubbing it in quiet reassurance.

Across the room, Wuhen watched them.

His lips pressed together tightly as jealousy crawled through his chest like a living thing. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"You should leave, Yan Wuhen," Meishan said coldly, clearly displeased by his presence and not bothering to hide it.

Wuhen frowned. "He’s in danger. I can’t just leave knowing that—"

Before he could finish, Ningyan gently pulled away from Meishan and turned toward Wuhen.

His expression looked tired. "Leave, Wuhen."

Wuhen’s eyes widened.

"I can’t just leave, Yan’er," he said softly. "Do you know how long I’ve been searching for you?"

His voice trembled slightly. "It’s been awful without you. And it’s already unbearable seeing how you are with him, but I—"

"Don’t." Ningyan cut him off immediately, shaking his head.

He didn’t want to hear it. He hated this.

Why did Wuhen have to appear now?

Things had finally become quiet. At least to an extent.

It was exactly what Ningyan had always wanted.

To break the chain between them.

Even though it had happened under terrible circumstances, he was still grateful to be free.

And there was no way he would go back.

One male lead was already enough.

He didn’t need to be greedy like the original Ningyan from the book and collect all four.

Slowly, he stepped toward Wuhen.

Wuhen’s fox ears had drooped low on his head. He looked at Ningyan with such raw pain that Ningyan immediately felt like a terrible person.

Before he could get any closer, Meishan reached out and grabbed Ningyan’s arm. Stopping him.

Ningyan paused and took a slow breath.

"You have to stop, Wuhen. I can’t belong to you." His voice was calm, but firm. "I don’t want to be with you."

He looked directly into Wuhen’s eyes. "You should forget everything and move on."

Wuhen shook his head. Then he started walking toward Ningyan.

Immediately, a vivid emerald-green light flared to life around Meishan’s body. His aura surged as he frowned coldly at Wuhen.

But Wuhen didn’t even glance at him. His gaze never left Ningyan. Still filled with that same heartbreaking sadness.

Ningyan quickly placed a hand on Meishan’s chest. "It’s alright, A-Shan."

The emerald glow around Meishan’s body slowly dimmed. He released Ningyan’s arm and calmly gathered his robes, pulling them back on.

Then he said to Ningyan, "I will leave you two to speak privately while I investigate the energy from earlier."

Ningyan immediately looked surprised. "Wait. It might be dangerous."

Meishan gave him a soft smile. "I won’t engage. I promise."

Ningyan frowned. "That doesn’t make me feel better."

Meishan glanced briefly at Wuhen, who still looked unusually subdued.

It was strange seeing the fox this quiet. Normally there was always mischief and chaos dripping off him like sparks from a flame.

Seeing him like this made Meishan strangely irritated.

Yan Wuhen clearly adored Ningyan.

But Meishan didn’t understand the fox. And he had no desire to.

"I will return," He looked back at Ningyan.

Ningyan let out a heavy breath but eventually nodded.

A glowing green portal suddenly formed beneath Meishan’s feet. In the next moment, he sank into it, and both he and the portal vanished.

Silence filled the room.

Ningyan looked back at Wuhen with a tired expression before huffing and walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.

Wuhen blinked at him. Then he quietly moved forward and sat on the floor at Ningyan’s feet.

His nine tails swayed slowly behind him, but his ears were still drooping.

"Yan’er?" His deep voice came out almost like a whisper.

Ningyan turned his head away, avoiding his gaze.

When Ningyan didn’t respond, Wuhen’s expression grew even sadder.

But beneath that sadness, frustration and desperation were slowly starting to surface.

Then he spoke again. "You left without saying goodbye."

Ningyan’s eyes widened slightly.

Slowly, he looked back at Wuhen.

Wuhen’s eyes immediately brightened when he realized he had finally gotten Ningyan’s attention.

"I know you hated the chain. I know." he continued quietly. "But that day was chaos. We were fighting Lan Tianheng and Lan Tianlong. Everything was a mess."

His voice dropped. "And I never imagined you would leave so suddenly without..."

"Are you manipulating me to feel bad?" Ningyan interrupted bluntly.

Wuhen’s ears instantly perked up. His eyes widened like he had just been caught stealing something.

He immediately raised both hands. "What? Why would you think that?"

He looked genuinely offended. "I would never manipulate my Yan’er. I swear to the gods, on Qinghe’s life and that slippery thing’s life."

He nodded vigorously, wearing an expression of exaggerated innocence.

It didn’t quite work.

Yan Wuhen looked like cunning incarnate even when trying to appear harmless.

But Ningyan was already getting irritated.

Wuhen had interrupted the consummation of his marriage.

And back at the temple, it seemed like he had been there for quite a while.

"Why didn’t you stop the ceremony?"

Wuhen blinked. He looked genuinely caught off guard. "What?"

"At the temple," Ningyan tilted his head. "You watched us perform the bows and you did nothing."

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "That’s not what the Yan Wuhen I know would have done."

For a moment, Wuhen said nothing.

Leaning back on his elbows, he tilted his head and stared thoughtfully at the ceiling.

"Why didn’t I interrupt it?" he murmured to himself.

It was a good question.

He had watched the ceremony. He had felt that sharp pain tearing through his chest. That pain that confirmed the obvious.

He could have used that pain as an excuse to stop it.

But he hadn’t.

Slowly, he lowered his gaze again. His eyes met Ningyan’s.

Ningyan was watching him closely.

Those gem-like violet eyes. His soft pink lips slightly parted. His slender body, marked with scars, glowing faintly under the warm lantern light.

Wuhen sighed quietly. "It wouldn’t have made you happy."

His voice was softer now. "You look... happy with him."

His eyes dimmed slightly. "The way you never have with me."