Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 35: Disgusting Background Characters

Yan Wuyin gritted his teeth. "I am family. And family advises each other. You were supposed to get engaged to—"

"Ugh." Wuhen groaned, rubbing his face lazily. "Stop. What is it with all of you and your advice? Do I look like someone who listens?"

Yan Wuyin stared at him, furious. "Wuhen..."

"Only my mother gets to advise me," Wuhen continued, utterly unbothered. "And I listen to her because she never questions my actions."

Yan Wuyin snapped with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?!"

Taking that as his cue, Ningyan turned to leave.

He had barely turned when Yan Wuhen tilted his head. Their eyes met.

Ningyan’s heart skipped.

Wuhen broke into a wide smile.

Yan Wuyin followed his line of sight. The moment his blood-red fox eyes landed on Ningyan, his expression darkened.

"That’s him?"

"Leave, Yan’er," Wuhen said calmly, not looking away from Wuyin. "He’ll be gone before you return."

Ningyan hesitated, then nodded. But Wuyin was still glaring.

"He’ll end up eating your liver when he gets bored of you," Wuyin said coldly. "And Wuhen gets bored easily."

Good.

That was exactly what Ningyan needed. Wuhen growing bored. Then the spirit mate chain would break.

He said nothing. He simply turned and left.

The moment he was gone, the air between the foxes sharpened.

"Did you honestly come all the way here just to say that to him?" Wuhen asked.

Wuyin shrugged. "He deserves to know." Then, casually, "I’m also here for the Dance of Dragons Festival. I’ll be attending with you."

Wuhen rolled his eyes. "So you’re staying."

"Just because you outrank me doesn’t mean you get to disrespect me," Wuyin snapped. "I’m older than you."

Wuhen looked at him dully. "And?"

Wuyin clenched his jaw. "You..."

Wuhen stood.

"The servants will prepare your chambers." He stepped closer, his gaze never wavering. "In the meantime, mind your business. Do not get close to my belongings in any way."

Wuyin smiled faintly. "The phoenix is ethereal," he admitted. "But I’d rather visit Rong Yue while I’m here."

In a blink, Wuhen had him by the throat. Spiritual pressure slammed down, freezing Wuyin’s limbs, crushing the air from his lungs.

"Your hearing works fine, doesn’t it?" Wuhen said softly. "Then you heard me clearly."

His grip tightened just enough to burn. "My belongings include Rong Yue. Both are off-limits. Understood?"

Wuyin glared at him, breath shallow. Slowly, his shoulders sagged. He nodded.

"As you wish," he forced out. "Your Highness."

Wuhen released him immediately, stepping back with a playful smile that bared his canines. "Good. I like obedient beasts."

He clapped Wuyin on the shoulder. "Come. Let’s drink together."

Wuyin recoiled, turning away.

"I’d rather not."

He left the hall without looking back.

Wuhen watched him go, smiling with satisfaction.

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When Ningyan arrived at Lotus Hall, he exhaled in quiet relief.

No teacher yet.

He was really starting to get used to the stares, the whispers that clung to him wherever he went now.

His gaze flicked around the hall, searching briefly for Ring Chao, but the tiger beast hadn’t arrived.

He moved to the back and took his seat, idly turning his flute between his fingers.

Then, someone dropped into the space beside him.

Mingze.

He was grinning wildly, his eyes bright with something unhinged. "Where have you been, Ningyan? You had me worried. Thought you died or something."

Heads turned. Whispers sparked.

Ningyan didn’t answer. He stood up immediately.

As he turned toward the exit, Mingze’s expression darkened.

A sudden flare of spiritual fire burst from his palm, coiling midair into the blazing shape of a serpent before slamming into Ningyan’s back.

The impact was instantaneous.

Pain detonated through his body, sharp and total, like every organ had been struck at once. He was hurled forward, thrown out of the hall and into the open grounds beyond.

His body hit the earth hard.

Air tore from his lungs.

Ningyan coughed, blood splattering onto the stone as he stared up at the bright, violet-tinged sky.

...How long was Mingze going to keep doing this?

He always wanted an audience. Always needed people to see him crush Ningyan. He wanted to feel powerful, untouchable.

Murmurs rippled through the space as Mingze strolled out after him, slow and satisfied. Students gathered at the edges, staring, whispering.

No one stepped forward.

No one helped.

"Ugh—" Ningyan forced himself upright, his legs shaking as he stood. The strike burned, but his core felt intact.

Thank the heavens.

He wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve and glared at Mingze. "What is wrong with you?" His voice shook, more with exhaustion than fear. "Why can’t you just leave me alone?"

Mingze scoffed. "You really think you’re something now, don’t you?" His gaze swept over Ningyan mockingly. "The clothes. The hair. You stabbed me once and suddenly you think you matter."

He sneered. "But you’re still nothing."

Ningyan pressed his fingers to his temples, breathing in sharply. "I’m tired of this."

"Mingze!" someone finally shouted. "It’s against the rules to fight on school grounds!"

Ningyan finally felt relief wash over him.

He really wanted to leave.

While Mingze stood there seething, Ningyan glanced around, searching for his flute.

"Yeah!" another voice suddenly shouted. "If you want to fight so badly, take it to the sparring grounds. Make it an active battle!"

Ningyan froze.

His gaze immediately locked onto his flute, discarded beside a nearby tree.

In the next second, he bolted.

He grabbed the flute and climbed the tree in a flash, his limbs moving so fast and agile it earned a wave of startled murmurs from the students.

Perched above them, Ningyan looked down at Mingze.

"I would’ve loved to battle you, brother," he said flatly. "But honestly? I don’t want to."

Then his gaze swept over the crowd.

"And you! all of you!" He pointed at the students staring back with mixed expressions. "Fools. Every single one of you. Morons."

His chest rose sharply.

"He’s bullying me, and you’re all standing around encouraging it." His voice cracked with fury. "Have you ever seen me start a fight with him? He comes looking for me! Every single time! And I defend myself."

His lips curled in disgust. "Fucking disgusting background characters. Fuck all of you!"

Before anyone could react, Ningyan leapt from the tree onto a nearby roof and took off running.

He vaulted from roof to roof, his body moving on instinct alone. Only when he was certain he’d put enough distance between himself and the hall did he jump down, landing hard but upright.

A sharp gasp tore from his throat.

He staggered to a wall, pressing his back against it as his breathing turned ragged. A coughing fit wracked his body, blood spilling into his palm.

"Damn it..." He stared at the blood, then wiped it onto his robe with shaking fingers. "He really injured me."

His jaw tightened.

"That bastard is just looking for an excuse to kill me himself." He swallowed hard. "I need to recover. Now. Need to go to Lan Meishan."

Pushing himself away from the wall, Ningyan turned and slammed straight into someone.

A powerful force exploded outward, blasting him back. He hit the ground hard, gasping as the sky filled his vision again.

Only for it to be eclipsed by a figure leaning over him.

Golden hair. Intense, icy-blue feline eyes.

A tiger beast prince.

"Oh?" Rong Yue drawled, lips curving faintly. "Aren’t you Wuhen’s pet?"