Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 137: The Night You Left...

Su Ningyan let out a heavy breath. "No."

Yan Wuhen visibly relaxed but didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned in even closer until their noses brushed.

Ningyan’s eyes flickered with that faint ominous glow.

"You can talk to me," he said flatly, "without invading my space."

Wuhen chuckled, low and amused. "And miss this view?"

His gaze lingered on Ningyan’s face. "Absolutely not."

Ningyan frowned and placed a hand on his chest, pushing lightly. "I’m fine. Now move. I have somewhere to be."

Wuhen didn’t budge. If anything, his eyes lit up with interest, ears perking. "Then I’m coming with you."

Ningyan shot him an unimpressed look. "No. You’re not."

Wuhen’s smile widened and before Ningyan could step away, he grabbed his arm, pulling him in.

His arms slipped around Ningyan’s waist as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling slowly, like he had all the time in the world.

"Please let me come with you, Yan’er," he murmured.

Ningyan stiffened. "...Since when do you say please?"

Wuhen’s lips curved faintly against his skin. "You sound impressed. Am I earning your affection?"

Ningyan rolled his eyes, though his ears felt a little warm.

This fox...

He let out a quiet sigh. What was the worst that could happen?

"...Fine. Let’s go."

Wuhen pulled back immediately, looking bright and satisfied.

Ningyan walked past him and Wuhen followed, tails swaying lazily behind him.

"Where are we going?" he asked, curiosity clear in his voice.

Ningyan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, an illusion mask formed in his hand.

Wuhen’s gaze dropped to it instantly. "Hmm?"

Ningyan stopped. Wuhen halted with him.

Then Ningyan turned, meeting his eyes. "Someone killed Madam Qin and her children. I’m going to find out who."

Wuhen’s smile didn’t fade. If anything, it deepened.

Ningyan narrowed his eyes slightly. "I suggest you suppress your presence. If it turns out to be the Lans..."

His gaze sharpened. "Protect me."

A small, almost teasing tilt of his head. "You can earn my affection that way."

"Anything for you, Yan’er," Yan Wuhen whispered softly.

Su Ningyan scoffed.

The way Wuhen was looking at him. Like he was something warm... something tempting... something he wanted to sink his teeth into was honestly ridiculous.

Without replying, Ningyan slipped the illusion mask over his face.

His body shifted instantly.

White wolf ears appeared atop his head, and a soft tail flicked out behind him.

Wuhen’s eyes lit up.

"An illusion mask?" he asked, clearly intrigued. "Where did you get that?"

Ningyan shrugged, already turning away. "It’s mine."

He started walking and, of course, Wuhen latched onto him again.

"The tail suits you, Yan’er."

Ningyan sighed, long-suffering. "Thank you."

^°^

In no time they reached the clan manor.

The secluded side. The same stretch of fence no one ever bothered guarding.

Except now, there were no guards at all.

Ningyan climbed up first, peering into the compound.

It was too clean. Too quiet. With no movement. No presence.

He dropped down lightly on the other side.

Wuhen followed right behind him, landing soundlessly, his expression sharpening as he scanned the area.

Even he could feel it. Something was off.

But then his gaze shifted back to Ningyan.

The twitch of his wolf ears. The slow wag of his tail. His presence completely suppressed.

Wuhen’s expression softened. He liked this.

Just the two of them.

It was like before Ningyan disappeared. Before the Lans attacked the academy.

He cleared his throat.

Ningyan glanced at him, violet eyes sharp. "What?"

Wuhen hesitated. "...That night."

His voice dropped slightly. "The night you left..."

He stopped. The words suddenly felt heavier than he expected.

Ningyan came to a halt and slowly turned to face him fully. Waiting.

Wuhen’s chest tightened. He didn’t want to ask anymore. Not like this. Not here.

Ningyan blinked at him and tilted his head slightly.

"Go on," he said quietly. "Ask."

Yan Wuhen pressed his lips together. His fox ears slowly lowered.

"...You knew I was going to die if you left me,"

Su Ningyan’s eyes widened. "I didn’t—"

He cut himself off, cursing under his breath. Then he dragged a hand through his hair in frustration.

"You are seriously annoying," he snapped. "You don’t respect personal space, you cling like your life depends on it, and you’re basically a walking red flag waving in my face."

Wuhen blinked. "...Eh?"

Ningyan exhaled sharply.

"Not now," he said, turning away. "We’ll talk about this later. Properly. This is the worst place and time for it."

And then he moved fast.

Wuhen stood there for a second, watching him disappear around the corner before quietly following.

They slipped deeper into the silent manor. It seemed empty. Too empty.

There were no signs of guards. No servants. No signs of life.

Even the floors looked untouched, polished to perfection like nothing had ever happened.

It was wrong.

Both of them felt it.

They reached a junction.

Ningyan stopped abruptly and turned. "We have to split up."

Wuhen frowned immediately. "No."

"I can handle myself."

"You told me to protect you."

Ningyan walked straight up to him, grabbed his collar and yanked him down. Their noses almost touching.

Even through the mask, Wuhen could see those violet eyes, narrowed and sharp.

"You are going to protect me," Ningyan said, voice low and firm. "But you’re also going to listen."

His grip tightened. "We will cover more ground this way. And if I scream—"

His gaze hardened. "Then you come. Immediately."

Wuhen stared at him and he chuckled softly, clearly enjoying this far too much.

Ningyan’s expression twitched in irritation beneath the mask before he let go and stepped back. "I’ll go right."

He didn’t wait for a response. He just turned and walked away.

Wuhen remained where he was, watching until Ningyan disappeared completely.

Then, finally he turned left.

The manor was eerily quiet.

Wuhen moved soundlessly through the corridor, his senses stretched to their limit.

Gold and silver carvings lined the walls. Phoenix motifs everywhere. The pride, legacy, power. All of it still intact.

And yet empty.

His expression dulled.

The phoenix clan had once been powerful.

Now? It was scattered. Overrun. Reduced to this hollow shell.

Wuhen exhaled softly. "...What a waste."