Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 70: Is This A Special Night?

"Are you interested in me, Haoxuan?"

Haoxuan’s eyes widened in surprise. "What..why would you ask that?"

He stumbled over his words, visibly flustered in a way that made Ningyan strangely pleased.

"Because you seem to want me to stay with you."

Haoxuan looked as though he’d been caught red-handed. He stared at Ningyan for a long moment, clearly calculating what he should say and what he absolutely should not. The sight made Ningyan smile.

Haoxuan immediately cleared his throat. "I am merely offering help. Nothing more."

Ningyan cocked his head to the side. "So you’re not interested in me?"

Haoxuan froze. "I..."

Ningyan began walking toward him, but Haoxuan didn’t retreat. He simply watched the way Ningyan’s violet eyes gleamed with mischief as he approached, one leg crossing over the other, arms swinging lightly with each step.

"You can tell me," Ningyan said softly. "I can keep your secret."

Haoxuan stared, then cleared his throat again. "Are you staying, or shall I walk you back to Yan Wuhen’s manor?"

"Why not have your guards escort me?" Ningyan asked, that same infuriating mischief never leaving his face. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Haoxuan blinked, looking even more flustered. "I... shall have my guards escort you."

Ningyan bowed exaggeratedly low. "Thank you, Your Highness."

He turned and walked ahead, practically skipping with satisfaction. Haoxuan watched him go, lips parting as if he wanted to say something, perhaps stop him. But in the end, he swallowed the words threatening to spill out and followed after him.

They left the cultivation space and exited the building entirely. Haoxuan summoned one of his guards to escort Ningyan.

Just as Ningyan turned to leave, Haoxuan called out, "Ningyan."

Ningyan stopped and turned back, violet eyes wide with curiosity. The wind lifted a few strands of his white hair, brushing them across his face.

"Your Highness?"

Haoxuan wanted to tell him to call him by his name again but swallowed that too.

"The arrow that struck you," he said instead. "I had someone investigate the weapon."

Ningyan visibly stiffened. "So you know who tried to kill me?"

"Yes."

Ningyan pressed his lips together, thoughts clearly churning. Then he blinked, forcing a smile as he stepped closer.

"Who was it?"

Jun Haoxuan stared at him. He couldn’t blame the sudden seriousness that had overtaken Ningyan in that moment.

"I can have the beast dealt with," he said quietly.

"No." Ningyan lifted his gaze, calm but firm. "You’ve done enough. Just tell me the beast’s name."

Jun Haoxuan held his stare. Those violet eyes, sharp with restrained determination made it impossible to look away. For the first time, he truly understood why Yan Wuhen had become so obsessed with this phoenix, obsessed enough to trap him with a spirit-mate chain.

But Jun Haoxuan wasn’t that kind of beast.

If he were to court Ningyan, he would never cage him. He would make Ningyan want him, crave him just as deeply as he himself already did.

Haoxuan extended his hand. A soft blue glow bloomed in his palm, and one of the arrows that had nearly killed Ningyan materialized out of thin air. He placed it into Ningyan’s grasp.

"Mei Ren," he said. "An earth butterfly. They call her Shadow because of how fast and silent she is. She’s a hired assassin." His lips curved faintly. "And a very good one."

"Not good enough," Ningyan scoffed, his fingers tightening around the arrow. "She failed to kill me."

Haoxuan watched him closely. "Do you know why she was sent after you?"

Ningyan didn’t answer. He simply turned his gaze away.

That was enough.

"You do," Haoxuan said softly.

Ningyan remained silent for a long moment. He didn’t understand why Jun Haoxuan cared so much.... why he was involved at all.

He was grateful, yes. Haoxuan had reunited him with a family he never expected, and now he had given him the name of the assassin his stepmother had sent to kill him.

Still... It felt strange.

Jun Haoxuan asked for nothing in return.

Ningyan didn’t need male leads orbiting him. He didn’t want emotional closeness, not from anyone. Not even Yunyi. He only needed answers about the phoenix bloodline, power enough to survive, power enough to break the spirit-mate chain.

Once he was free, he would leave. He would live in a quiet mountain somewhere. Maybe even marry a random beastman. A simple life. A distant life.

That was the plan.

He just wished it were as easy to carry out as it was to imagine.

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness," he said simply.

Then he turned and walked ahead of the guard assigned to escort him. The guard hurried to catch up, but even as Ningyan made his way down the road, he could still feel Jun Haoxuan’s gaze lingering on his back until the fox manor finally came into view.

The dragon guard bowed once and departed.

Ningyan headed toward the entrance and stopped.

Yan Wuhen was sitting on the stone steps.

His nine tails swayed lazily behind him, lush and beautiful. His red robes were a darker shade than usual, his posture loose, almost careless. Those red-gold fox eyes were focused on Ningyan with unmistakable focus.

"Yan’er," Wuhen said, his voice soft... slightly slurred. "You’ve returned to me."

Ningyan slowed, suspicion creeping in as he approached. Yan Wuhen looked far too pleased, yet he didn’t rise to his feet. Ningyan stopped directly in front of him.

Without warning, Wuhen wrapped his arms around Ningyan’s waist and looked up at him. His ears twitched faintly, his eyes shining with that familiar, dangerous excitement.

"I thought you weren’t going to come back to me."

Ningyan blinked. "Why wouldn’t I come back to you?"

Yan Wuhen stared at him blankly for a moment then chuckled, as if Ningyan had just told a joke.

"Aren’t you angry with me?"

Ningyan frowned and raised a hand, hesitating before placing it against Wuhen’s head. "Are you... intoxicated?"

"No, I’m not," Wuhen said, scrunching his nose.

Ningyan laughed softly. "You are."

His fingers slid through Wuhen’s crimson hair, slow and gentle, and he murmured, almost teasingly, "Who would’ve thought the great Yan Wuhen, the embodiment of chaos would get drunk on a night like this?"

Wuhen tilted his head, genuinely curious. "Is this a special night?"

Ningyan shook his head. "No. Not really."

Wuhen studied him for a beat then broke into a wide grin, teeth and fangs flashing. It made Ningyan laugh despite himself.

"I didn’t want to drink," Wuhen admitted. "But Yue’er made me. It was... nice, though."

He went quiet again, looking thoughtful.

Ningyan watched him carefully before asking, slowly, "Wuhen?"

"Mmh?"

"Do you like... Yue’er?"