Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 132: It Consumes

Ningyan was exhausted.

A bone-deep weight that turned his limbs to lead and his thoughts to sludge.

He didn’t resist as Lan Meishan carried him, burying his face into Meishan’s chest like a spoiled young master who had never known hardship.

His eyes were closed.

Whether he was truly asleep... or pretending, even he wasn’t sure.

They had taken a private chamber in a high-grade inn. It was quiet, exclusive and empty of unnecessary eyes.

The moment they entered the chamber, Meishan moved straight to the bed and carefully placed Ningyan down.

Ningyan immediately turned away, curling slightly, his white hair spilling across the pillow in soft disarray.

He looked peaceful. Docile. As if he hadn’t just threatened to burn down an entire clan hours ago.

Meishan’s fingers brushed gently through his hair, tucking loose strands away from his face before he finally stood.

Behind him, Yan Wuhen had already made himself comfortable, lounging lazily against the cushions, his nine tails swaying in slow, amused arcs.

Near the doorway, Rong Yue remained standing, watching Ningyan.

Meishan’s gaze shifted to him, cold and direct. "What do you intend to do to him?"

Rong Yue raised a brow, amused. "What do I intend to do to him?"

Wuhen chuckled softly, leaning forward.

"You’re here for the dragon crystal," he said, his voice light but sharp underneath. "And now that you know it’s inside him..."

His fox eyes gleamed. "Do you plan to rip it out, Yue’er?"

Rong Yue’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. He looked at Wuhen.

"Do you want me to?" he asked casually.

Wuhen’s grin widened mischievously. "Do you want to try?"

On the bed, Ningyan nearly lost it.

What kind of conversation is this?!

Were they flirting while discussing ripping something out of his body?!

Wait.

His eyes snapped open.

The crystal? Dragon... Crystal?!

He shot upright.

"What are you talking about?" he demanded, voice sharp. "What crystal?"

All three of them looked at him instantly.

"Ningyan..." Meishan called softly, worry flickering in his eyes as he sat at the edge of the bed.

Rong Yue tilted his head slightly. "You weren’t asleep?"

Ningyan ignored him.

Instead, he turned. Then immediately crawled into Meishan’s lap without hesitation, settling there like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Meishan’s arm wrapped around him at once.

"Oh?" Rong Yue’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What is this?"

Wuhen clicked his tongue, clearly displeased.

"They performed the three bows," he said, placing a hand dramatically over his chest. "It hurts."

Rong Yue actually looked surprised. "How did that happen?"

They looked intimate. Too intimate.

Ningyan, relaxed and clinging.

Meishan, quietly indulging him, fingers tracing slow, calming patterns along his back.

Ningyan looked straight at Rong Yue. "I think we should focus on the part where you’re discussing ripping something out of my body."

Rong Yue held his gaze... then smirked. "Perhaps you should ask your husband."

Meishan’s eyes darkened instantly. A silent warning.

But Ningyan had already turned to him, blinking in surprise.

"...Did you know?"

Lan Meishan didn’t answer immediately.

His hand continued its slow, careful motion through Ningyan’s hair in a gentle, grounding way. But his silence was enough.

Ningyan’s heart sank. "You did,"

Those unreadable emerald serpent eyes met his.

"I suspected," Meishan replied at last. "Not the full extent."

"That’s still knowing," Ningyan muttered, frowning.

Before the mood could deepen, a soft chuckle broke through the tension.

"Ah... this is getting interesting," Yan Wuhen drawled lazily from the cushions, propping his chin on his palm, nine tails swaying behind him. "Secrets, hidden power, a married couple already having trust issues. Should I be worried?"

"Shut up," Ningyan snapped, though there was no real bite in it.

Wuhen’s grin widened. "Make me."

Rong Yue let out a quiet scoff from the doorway, stepping forward. "Lan Tianheng and Lan Tianlong attacked the Celestial Beast Academy to take the crystal from Jun Haoxuan."

Ningyan stiffened.

"They failed," Rong Yue continued calmly. "Because it was already gone."

His gaze locked onto Ningyan. "Who would have thought... it ended up inside you."

"...What?" Ningyan forgot how to breathe.

Rong Yue lifted his hand, reaching toward Ningyan’s chest and Meishan slapped it away instantly.

"I will not let you touch him."

The air shifted. Sharp and cold.

A silver glow wrapped around Rong Yue’s body as his expression darkened slightly.

Wuhen leaned back, watching with clear enjoyment, his fox ears perked, red-gold eyes gleaming.

His nine tails swayed slowly behind him with anticipation, mischief and delight.

He was clearly hoping they would fight.

And Ningyan, standing in the middle of all three of them suddenly became very aware of the situation. The attention. The tension. The way all their gazes seemed to circle around him.

It was intense. Overwhelming. And ...why does this feel a little...

No.

Absolutely not.

Not sexy.

"Stop," he muttered under his breath, snapping himself out of it.

Before his thoughts could betray him further, he pushed himself out of Lan Meishan’s arms and stepped away, drawing all their attention at once.

"I need you to leave, Rong Yue."

Rong Yue raised a brow slightly.

Behind him, Wuhen let out a soft, amused chuckle.

Ningyan shot him a look. "You too, Wuhen."

The smile on Wuhen’s face vanished instantly.

Rong Yue shook his head. "I came all this way for the crystal," he said. "I’m not leaving without it."

He took a step towards him. "Either I take it... or Lan Yunlai comes for it himself."

That.. was bad. Very bad.

Ningyan felt the edge of panic rise in his chest... but forced it down.

Not now.

He’d had enough chaos for one day.

So instead, he lifted his chin slightly and said, firmly. "Leave. I want to consummate my marriage in peace."

Silence fell.

Even Wuhen blinked.

Rong Yue, however... didn’t get angry. Instead, he studied him carefully. Curiously.

"...Very well," Rong Yue said at last. "We’ll discuss this over breakfast."

A small pause. "Is that acceptable?"

Ningyan blinked, then nodded. "...Okay."

As if nothing had happened, he walked straight back to Meishan and climbed into his lap again without hesitation claiming his place.

Meishan’s lips curved faintly as his arms wrapped around Ningyan’s waist, holding him close.

"Good." Rong Yue turned, his tail swaying lazily as he moved toward Wuhen, who still hadn’t moved.

As he passed, he murmured quietly, "Let them have their privacy, Hen-er."

Ningyan’s eyes widened slightly.

Hen-er?

Wuhen looked up at him, stubbornness flickering across his face but after a moment, he stood reluctantly.

His gaze lingered on Ningyan.

Meishan didn’t even look at him.

He had already lowered his head, lips brushing lightly against the side of Ningyan’s neck.

Ningyan felt the reaction instantly. The goosebumps rising along his skin.

Wuhen’s expression darkened.

But Rong Yue was already pulling him toward the door.

This time, he didn’t resist.

The door closed behind them.

Silence returned.

Ningyan let out a small breath... then chuckled softly.

Finally. Peace.

He turned back to Meishan, arms sliding around his neck as he shifted, straddling him easily.

"Hello there, Shan’er."

Meishan froze. A faint flush spread across his face, all the way to his ears.

"I... think we should talk about the crystal."

Su Ningyan blinked, the earlier excitement fading from his eyes. "I don’t want to talk about it."

Lan Meishan’s expression didn’t change much, but his voice softened. "We can’t ignore it, A-Yan."

There was a faint smile on his lips but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"Not when my father wants it," he continued quietly. "He’s already controlling countless beasts... feeding them power. What he lacks now is that crystal."

Ningyan swallowed. Guilt pressed heavily against his chest.

Meishan wasn’t angry. That somehow made it worse.

There was only concern in his gaze. It didn’t match the faint flush still lingering on his face.

For a brief moment, Ningyan wanted to lean in, kiss him, distract him, soften this... but he stopped himself.

That would be manipulation.

And this, this was marriage. Not a game. Not something fleeting.

He wanted to be better.

Meishan deserved that.

"I... I don’t..." Ningyan started, but the words tangled in his throat.

He didn’t want to lie. But he didn’t know how to tell the truth either.

Meishan spoke before he could force anything out.

"The dragon crystal is a fragment of a divine core," he said calmly. "It doesn’t remain dormant inside a host."

Ningyan’s fingers tightened slightly against his robes.

"It consumes," Meishan continued. "It amplifies. It changes."

"...Consumes what?" Ningyan asked quietly.

"Energy. Artifacts. Power."

Ningyan stilled.

Then, carefully, "Can it consume demon tools?"

For the first time, Meishan’s eyes widened slightly. "...Yes."

Then, carefully, "Have you?"

"No."

Too fast.

Ningyan let out a soft laugh, forcing lightness into it as he leaned closer, their noses brushing.

"I promise. That hasn’t happened."

Meishan watched him for a moment. Then relaxed. Just a little.

Relief softened his expression.

And Ningyan felt like absolute trash.

Because the truth sat heavy in his chest.

It already has. And worse, it wanted more.

Ningyan closed his eyes and leaned forward, pressing their foreheads together.

"I’m sorry," he whispered. "I should’ve told you sooner."

He felt Meishan’s hands settle against his back.

There was no accusation. No anger. Just warmth. And silence.

That silence hurt more than anything.

Ningyan exhaled softly, his grip tightening slightly as the weight of it all settled in.

...So much for their wedding night.

It wouldn’t be fair.

Not like this.