Chapter 161: Hu Feishuang—What a Big Fool I Am

“Mm.”

Yin Buqi responded.

Jiang Niannian asked, “You knew they were here all along, so why didn’t you tell me?”

“It’s all trivial matters, aren’t they?” Yin Buqi’s crimson eyes looked at her, filled with obsession.

“…Yes.”

Jiang Niannian pursed her lips.

If she didn’t go along with him on this, he would throw a fit again.

She asked again, “Then should we go say hello?”

Yin Buqi didn’t bother hiding his possessiveness.

“We can, but it’s unnecessary.”

Jiang Niannian easily picked up the underlying message: Niannian only needs to care about me.

She rubbed her forehead, suddenly thinking of something, and asked, “Then will Yin Ci also appear in this realm?”

“He won’t.”

A chill rose in Yin Buqi’s red eyes.

“Back then, when he self-destructed, even his soul was obliterated—completely dispersed. It was just like your situation before. He would need someone to use their divine soul as a catalyst to perform the Reincarnation technique.”

Yin Buqi glanced at his fingers and suddenly felt that simply killing Liu Xichuan earlier had been far too merciful.

Jiang Niannian ran a warm hand over Yin Buqi’s face.

“I think that person would be Coalball.”

Yin Buqi frowned slightly.

“How do you know?”

“I’m just guessing.”

Jiang Niannian grinned.

“Looks like Coalball is going to be waiting a few hundred years.”

Seeing her smile, Yin Buqi’s lips curled up in delight.

He happily responded, “Mm.”

The master and disciple in the distance had already walked away.

Just as the two were about to head back to the villa, a sudden female voice called out behind them.

“Jiang Niannian, it really is you!”

Jiang Niannian turned around and saw a woman leaning on a magnolia tree beside a teahouse, calling out to her.

This woman had a seductive charm, but she was also bold and carefree.

Who else could she be but Hu Feishuang?

Jiang Niannian was momentarily excited.

Watching Hu Feishuang walk toward her, she actually felt a sense of reunion after a long separation.

The hand holding hers suddenly tightened.

Jiang Niannian turned back to see Yin Buqi staring at her with his red eyes, his thin lips pressed into a hard line—clearly displeased.

Jiang Niannian smoothed his face as if pacifying him.

“Be good, let me chat with Feishuang.”

Yin Buqi said nothing, but his gaze remained piercing, as if he could see right through her.

His lips were stubbornly sealed.

After a while, he finally grabbed her hand, pressed his face against it, and mumbled, “Not too long.”

“Alright.”

Jiang Niannian smiled.

Hu Feishuang walked up, lifted her eyes, and locked onto Yin Buqi’s gaze—suddenly halting in place.

The current Yin Buqi was slightly different from before, yet his aura remained striking and unforgettable.

Compared to their first meeting, he had grown even more dazzling.

Hu Feishuang found herself staring in a daze.

Suddenly, a sharp smack rang beside her ear, snapping her out of it.

Jiang Niannian clapped her hands and teasingly pushed her.

“What are you looking at? This is my man.”

Hu Feishuang wasn’t intimidated.

She knew Jiang Niannian was just teasing and wasn’t afraid at all.

“So what if I look at your man? He’s this stunning, and I can’t even look?”

She smirked.

“You’re really bold, bringing such a rare treasure out in public. Aren’t you afraid someone will steal him?”

“I don’t care about anyone else.”

Jiang Niannian curved her lips into a smile.

“But you’re not allowed to look.”

“I’ll look if I want to.”

Hu Feishuang shot back, getting competitive.

She covered her mouth and giggled.

“Other people’s red thread is made of string, but yours is made of steel wire. No matter life or death, you two still ended up together. How could I forget someone like Yin Buqi? Back then, we almost got married…”

Yin Buqi’s red eyes locked onto her, his voice cold.

“Have you said enough?”

A chill emanated from his gaze, laced with a sneer—full of disdain and indifference, sending a shiver down the spine.

“Enough.”

Hu Feishuang shut her mouth, suddenly realizing just how audacious she had been.

She hurriedly smacked her own mouth a few times.

“Look at me running my mouth… Emperor, spare my life.”

“I think you’re just too idle.”

Jiang Niannian shot her a glance.

“Exactly. The food’s good, the accommodations are nice, and I have nothing to do all day.”

“Oh? You’re idle?”

Yin Buqi’s thin lips parted slightly, his crimson eyes gleaming with an unreadable intent.

“…Not really.”

For some reason, a chill ran down Hu Feishuang’s back.

Yin Buqi suddenly smiled and casually dropped a decisive verdict.

“Starting tomorrow, you will manage the affairs of the underworld in Fengdu City.”

“No way! I managed Qingqiu for you when I was alive, and now that I’m dead, I still have to manage the underworld? Give me a break…”

Hu Feishuang’s voice trailed off, because Yin Buqi’s eyes grew even colder.

Jiang Niannian looked at her in confusion.

“You… died?”

Hu Feishuang replied, “Otherwise, how would I be here? To be precise, Qingqiu was annihilated… Sigh, all because back then… ahem… he refused to continue the Qingqiu bloodline with me.”

Jiang Niannian was stunned.

Right, five hundred years had passed.

The outside world had long since changed beyond recognition.

“Oh, don’t overthink it,” Hu Feishuang quickly reassured her, afraid she’d feel guilty.

“The clan members are doing well here—eating well, living well, just like before. But managing the underworld? No thanks. Talk to your man about that.”

Jiang Niannian spread her hands.

“I can’t control him.”

Hu Feishuang leaned closer and whispered, “Just act cute. He’s head over heels for you. Isn’t it obvious that whatever you say, he just goes ‘yes, yes, yes’?”

Jiang Niannian: Honestly, I think he’s the one who has me wrapped around his finger.

She glanced at Yin Buqi, and he was looking at her too—his gaze overflowing with tenderness and affection.

“Ahem.”

Jiang Niannian cleared her throat and said casually to Hu Feishuang, “Actually… you managing the underworld doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Hu Feishuang: This is pure suffering!

As Yin Buqi led Jiang Niannian away, she turned back and saw Hu Feishuang’s indignant yet helpless expression.

She suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for her.

Well… Hu Feishuang really is such a big fool.

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Back at the villa.

Jiang Niannian took out a newly bought silk quilt from her storage pouch and said to Yin Buqi, “Help me spread it on the bed.”

The moment she finished speaking, Yin Buqi yanked her toward him.

He pushed her onto the bed, pinned her down, and captured her lips in a deep, intense kiss.

This kiss carried many emotions—dominance, jealousy, anger, helplessness—like tiny ants crawling over her heart, making it tingle.

Jiang Niannian was pressed down even further, her breath hitching with an embarrassed whimper.

When the kiss finally ended, warmth still lingered around her neck.

Yin Buqi lay atop her, breathing heavily, one arm around her waist, the other cradling her head.

Jiang Niannian had gone limp, dazed like him.

Her chest ached slightly from being crushed against his.

Her lips were probably swollen…

The quilt lay crumpled beneath them.

She asked, “What are you doing?”

Yin Buqi gritted his teeth, propping himself up.

He gently traced her lips with his fingers.

“Didn’t Niannian say… to spread you on the bed?”

“What?! I meant the quilt!”

Jiang Niannian wrapped her arms around his neck, trembling with laughter.

Yin Buqi lowered himself slightly, their eyes locked, reflecting each other’s gazes.

He kissed away the tear from her laughter and murmured tenderly, “Niannian… I recently learned a new phrase.”

“What phrase?”

“Entwined until death.”

Jiang Niannian: Danger!