Chapter 87: If Nian Nian Turns Naughty, It Could Really Kill Him

Jiang Niannian felt a sourness in her heart, and at this untimely moment, Teng Jiao asked, “Is this the legendary… ‘A man turns bad when he gets rich’?”

“No, Buqi isn’t that kind of person.”

Jiang Niannian shook her head, trying to dispel the bad thoughts in her mind, but she still couldn’t help but murmur, “Why won’t he come to find me…”

Teng Jiao said, “Is there a possibility… that he’s afraid you’ll eat children?”

Jiang Nian Nian: “…If you can’t speak properly, just donate your mouth to someone who needs it.”

She thought of something, and a slender vine silently slipped along the corner of the wall.

It climbed up his black robe, coiling lightly around his fingertip, swaying gently.

She was telling him—she had come.

Yin Buqi lowered his eyes.

How could he not know she was here?

But until the secret of the Nether Evil Resentment Seed’s curse was unraveled, he couldn’t let her stay by his side anymore.

Niannian’s life—he couldn’t gamble with it.

Yin Buqi’s gaze grew colder.

He removed the delicate vine from his finger with indifference, as if brushing away a meaningless strand of hair.

Jiang Niannian froze, her brows furrowing in displeasure.

Good for you, Yin Buqi—out with the old, in with the new.

Anger flared up, and the usually composed Jiang Niannian suddenly had a mischievous thought.

Hu Feishuang was happily chatting with Yin Buqi: “Buqi, where did your name come from? It’s quite nice… Buqi?”

No wonder Hu Feishuang was puzzled.

From the start of the banquet until now, Yin Buqi had maintained a cold expression, but at this moment, his face was slightly flushed, his breathing uneven, and his crimson eyes carried a dangerous glint of shock and grievance…

Why?

Because that ‘suspicious vine’ had slipped into his inner clothing, engaging in all sorts of improper behavior.

Jiang Niannian controlled the vine with a spell, letting it slither beneath his clothing, caressing his waist and abdomen.

The smooth, delicate texture of his skin was transmitted back through the vine, making Jiang Niannian’s face flush slightly.

But with a mind set on teaching him a lesson, she did not stop.

The vine slithered over his skin like a snake.

Hu Feishuang asked worriedly, “Buqi, are you alright? Are your wounds hurting?”

Yin Buqi’s breathing grew heavier as he struggled to suppress himself.

After a moment, he said in a deep voice, “I’m fine.”

Hu Feishuang couldn’t have imagined that at this moment, Yin Buqi was being consumed by an overwhelming torrent of desire—tormenting yet thrilling.

His breath grew increasingly ragged, and the confusion in his eyes deepened, even the corners of his eyes turning faintly red.

When Niannian got naughty, it really could kill him.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re sweating,” Hu Feishuang reached out to check his forehead, but Yin Buqi instinctively dodged her hand.

Closing his eyes, Yin Buqi’s chest heaved a few times before he used his spiritual energy to shatter the vine.

Only then did he reopen his eyes and hoarsely say, “I’m fine.”

“Alright then.”

Hu Feishuang withdrew her hand, no longer suspicious.

Yin Buqi extended his spiritual consciousness.

In the back hall, Jiang Niannian, small and pitiful, squatted in a corner—adorable yet aggravating.

Her face carried undisguised sadness and grievance.

Niannian was crying…

His fingers twitched slightly before he slowly loosened them.

Yin Buqi let out a bitter laugh in his heart, exhaled softly, and his expression grew even colder.

Back Hall.

Jiang Niannian pursed her lips, suddenly feeling the urge to cry.

The moonlight spilled in from behind her, casting her faint reflection onto the jade-white walls.

She saw herself, face forlorn, with tears brimming in her eyes.

Isn’t it just that he was hurt and didn’t let her see him?

Isn’t it just that he ignored her even though he knew she was here and spent time with another woman instead?

Isn’t it just a few broken vines?

What’s there to cry about, Jiang Niannian?

Why are you being so melodramatic?

She tried to smile, but the result was awkward and fragile.

The front hall was ablaze with light, filled with footsteps and noisy chatter, making her corner feel even lonelier.

She didn’t want to stay here any longer.

Slowly, she turned and walked out.

The moonlight over Qingqiu was bright, and the wind strong.

It made her feel cold.

She had been an orphan since childhood, relying on charity funds to barely make it through university.

Afterward, she juggled work and studies, busy every day trying to survive.

Then, she came here.

She had come with the intention of changing Yin Buqi’s tragic fate, pouring all her time and energy into him.

But she suddenly realized—if she left Yin Buqi, she would be alone again.

For so many years, she had truly considered Yin Buqi her family.

She couldn’t leave him.

Jiang Niannian opened her mouth, feeling tears pooling in her eyes.

She gripped the jade railing, slowly crouched down, and buried her face in her knees.

Soft sobs escaped her.

Her heart felt heavier than ever, crushing her chest, making it hard to breathe.

A familiar presence appeared behind her, teasing, “Cried enough yet?”

Jiang Niannian wiped her tears and turned to see Shen Yu, dressed in light green robes.

He leaned casually against the railing, looking at her with schadenfreude.

Jiang Niannian turned her head away, ignoring him.

“Why bother?” Shen Yu said.

“You’re out here in the cold wind, crying your heart out, and he won’t even come to comfort you. Why put yourself through this when no one cares?”

Jiang Niannian rolled her eyes.

“Do you know how annoying you sound?”

“That’s because people only like hearing sweet words, and I just tell the truth,” Shen Yu said nonchalantly.

“Go back.”

Jiang Niannian sniffled.

“No. I’m going to wait here. I want him to give me an explanation.”

Shen Yu looked at her for a moment before saying, “The Nine-Tailed Fox Clan has been isolated for generations, hidden in the Qingqiu Secret Realm, a clan blessed with near-immortality.

“Many ancient clans born alongside the Nine-Tails have already gone extinct, yet they persist—not just because every tail of a Nine-Tail at the Mahayana stage represents a life, but because they’ve maintained their purest ancient bloodline.”

Jiang Niannian listened, her heart sinking.

Shen Yu continued, “But many clansmen ignored the ancestral rules, secretly leaving Qingqiu and marrying outsiders, diluting the bloodline. Among them was Yin Buqi’s mother.”

Jiang Niannian’s eyes widened.

“What did you say?!”

“By the time Yin Buqi’s generation came around, the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan was already in decline. But Yin Buqi carries an extremely rare atavistic bloodline. If he were to have a child with the goddess, their bloodline could be preserved, saving the clan from extinction.”

Shen Yu smirked sarcastically.

“So tell me, will Yin Buqi choose to fulfill his duty as a Nine-Tail—or choose you, Jiang Niannian?”

Jiang Niannian’s heart grew even more chaotic.

She hadn’t expected there to be such a deep layer to this story.