Chapter 92: Sweet Syrup Candy

“Miss Jiang.”

Xiao Qi followed her with some concern.

Yin Buqi watched Jiang Niannian’s proud and lonely figure disappear into the distance.

It took him a long time to recover from that deep, aching sense of loss.

He touched his face, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes shadowed with an unreadable darkness.

The image of Jiang Niannian’s red, tear-filled eyes lingered in his mind, impossible to erase.

Yin Buqi rubbed his temples and sighed deeply.

What had he done?

“You’re decisive and ruthless in everything else. Why do you become so hesitant and weak when it comes to Miss Jiang?” Hu Feishuang sat up lazily from the bed and said, “Such softness won’t accomplish great things.”

“What do you know!” Yin Buqi shot her a cold glare.

“Get down.”

Hu Feishuang rolled her eyes indifferently.

“Oh? Earlier, you had me lie here pretending to do something improper with you, and now that she’s gone, you want me off immediately. Yin Buqi, your face changes too fast.”

“You’ve crossed the line.”

Yin Buqi’s voice was chillingly cold, with a hint of something unhinged lurking beneath.

“You shouldn’t have spoken and made her sad.”

Hu Feishuang sneered.

“It wasn’t me who truly hurt her—it was you. I just added fuel to the fire because you couldn’t bring yourself to do it properly.”

This bastard had broken that girl’s heart.

Let’s see how he plans to make it up to her!

Yin Buqi’s cold gaze swept over the smug curve of Hu Feishuang’s lips.

He knew exactly what she was thinking.

His eyes grew even frostier.

“Stay out of it.”

Though spoken softly, those words carried such a chilling intent that Hu Feishuang felt a shiver run down her spine.

She pouted and, realizing she had overstayed her welcome, quickly left.

Hu Feishuang was a smart woman.

Though her personality was flamboyant and seemingly tactless, she knew her limits well.

From the moment she met Yin Buqi, she understood his blood ran cold—detached and aloof.

But when he looked at Jiang Niannian, his eyes were like a wild beast’s—soft yet filled with obsession, paranoia, and a madness impossible to describe.

Yet, despite this consuming affection, Yin Buqi hid all his emotions behind cruel words and feigned indifference, all because of the deadly curse looming over them.

His heart had no room for anyone else.

Thankfully, she had never fallen for him.

After Hu Feishuang left, the floor of the hall soon filled with dozens of black shadows kneeling before Yin Buqi.

“Master, we have news.”

Their voices were steady and synchronized.

After speaking, they fell silent, trembling slightly as if terrified of the man before them.

After a long silence, Yin Buqi finally spoke in a low, tired voice.

“Did I bring this upon myself?”

The assassins exchanged nervous glances, realizing he was talking about Miss Jiang.

They collectively sucked in a breath, frozen in fear, not daring to make a sound.

After a long pause, Yin Buqi spoke again, his voice filled with bitterness.

“I made her sad…”

The room became even quieter. It was so silent that even the sound of a needle falling to the ground would have been deafening.

The assassins felt doomed.

They had overheard their master’s private matters—would they be silenced to keep this secret?

Just as they started sweating with anxiety, Yin Buqi sighed.

His blood-red eyes swept across one of the kneeling men.

His voice was calm but sharp.

“Wasn’t there something urgent? Xiao Ba?”

The man named Xiao Ba stood up cautiously.

“Master, we’ve been in contact with informants from the other three major sects. They’ve fallen out with Rimuli Sect, leaving Rimuli Sect isolated.”

“Liu Xichuan is still recovering, but according to reliable sources, in three months, he’ll deploy most of his sect’s disciples to search for you.”

“At that time, the sect’s defenses will be lax, and it will be the perfect opportunity to kill Liu Xichuan.”

“I understand. You’re dismissed.”

Yin Buqi waved his hand before frowning and adding, “Change these sheets. They reek of rogue and powder.”

“Yes, Master.”

The shadows disappeared, leaving Yin Buqi alone in the grand hall.

He leaned back onto the bed, closing his eyes in exhaustion.

As he relaxed, his black fox ears and nine fluffy tails appeared.

The bloodline power of the Nine-Tails Clan.

Revenge, hatred—it didn’t matter.

“All debts will be repaid.”

…

Meanwhile, Jiang Niannian and Xiao Qi had just returned to Fangfei Courtyard when they saw someone standing there.

Clad in bright pink and flamboyant clothes, who else could it be but Shen Yu?

His cold eyes swept over her swollen, red eyes.

“You look terrible when you cry.”

What was wrong with this guy?

Could he just leave her alone? Did her tears cost him anything?

Already filled with frustration, Jiang Niannian snapped, “What are you doing here?”

She expected Shen Yu to say something infuriating again, but to her surprise, he pulled out an oiled paper package from his pouch.

“For you.”

Jiang Niannian opened it, revealing a bag full of intricate sweet syrup candies—shaped like tigers, rabbits, monkeys, and more.

She stared at him in disbelief.

“What are you looking at?” Shen Yu turned his head away awkwardly.

“I heard eating sweets can make people feel better.”

“If you don’t want them, just throw them away.”

He reached out to grab them back, but Jiang Niannian dodged.

“They’re mine now! How can you take them back?” Jiang Niannian, her eyes still red, popped a candy into her mouth and smiled faintly.

“It’s very sweet. Thank you, Shen Yu.”

The wind stirred her red dress and dark hair, and for a brief moment, Shen Yu couldn’t look away.

A strange emotion surged within him, making it hard to breathe.

He knew what it was but couldn’t let it show.

As Jiang Niannian crunched on the candy, a large hand gently patted her back.

“Slow down. I’ll buy you more next time.”

“Cough, cough, cough!” Jiang Niannian choked, her face flushing red as she coughed violently.

Shen Yu froze before hastily helping her breathe.

When she recovered, she stared at him with wide eyes.

“Did you take the wrong medicine today? Why are you being so gentle? Cough, cough…”

Shen Yu’s face darkened. “….”

He knew he shouldn’t have expected gratitude from her.

He took a step back.

Jiang Niannian teased, “What, are you afraid I’ll pass my cold to you?”

Shen Yu shook his head.

“No. I just heard stupidity is contagious.”

Jiang Niannian’s glare was sharp enough to kill.

“…Do you know why you’ve never had a partner all these years?”

“Hmm?”

“It’s because of that mouth of yours.”

“….”

“Do you want to come inside and sit?”

Shen Yu shook his head.

“No. You’ve ruined something of mine, and I need to go fix it.”

“What did I ruin?”

“My mood.”

“….”