After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 105
Chapter 105: Marital Disharmony
Jiang Niannian put down the book and reached out to touch a few fox tails.
Hmm, they felt nice.
She asked, “What did Shi Jing say to you today?”
Yin Buqi lowered his gaze slightly, his thin, blood-tinted lips opening and closing as he recounted what he had heard.
Jiang Niannian was stunned for a moment before slowly saying, “So this is basically a ‘you love me, I love her, and she loves him’ kind of four-way parental love chase.”
Perhaps, back then, Yin Ruoxu had truly loved Hu Yueqing.
That might explain why, after her death, he placed all the blame on Yin Buqi and treated him with such coldness.
Yin Buqi buried his face tightly against the warmth of her neck, remaining silent.
“This isn’t your fault,” Jiang Niannian whispered, gently kissing the tip of his tail. She looked at Yin Buqi with pity and said, “Your mother chose this, Yin Ci chose this, and I chose this too. We all love you, so you should live well.”
“As for Yin Ruoxu, no matter what difficulties he had, harm once inflicted can never be undone. No one is born guilty. Neither your bloodline nor you are at fault.”
Yin Buqi’s hand, which was holding her, trembled slightly—whether because of her words or the kiss she had just placed on his tail.
If he was born with countless sins, then Jiang Niannian must have been the deity sent to save him.
The hand around Jiang Niannian’s waist grew increasingly warm. He could feel the smoothness of her skin beneath her clothes—softer than silk, smoother than jade.
His long fingers instinctively stroked her, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.
Yin Buqi lowered his eyes and sat up, his voice hoarse.
“Nian nian, why are you always so…”
Jiang Niannian blinked.
“So what?”
Before she got an answer, she suddenly felt her waist tighten.
A large, fluffy black fox tail wrapped around her, lifting her up and hanging her around Yin Buqi’s waist.
Jiang Niannian closed her eyes, her long lashes trembling uncontrollably as she instinctively responded to his kiss. Their breaths intertwined, hot and heavy. Yin Buqi released her flushed lips, then captured her delicate earlobe between his teeth, murmuring, “So irresistible…”
Jiang Niannian felt as if she were about to be melted by his scorching body temperature, her mind spinning in a daze.
Yin Buqi chuckled softly, pressing his face against her neck, his breath hot as he murmured in a low, dark voice, “Niannian, let’s do that thing.”
Blatantly suggestive.
Jiang Niannian’s heart pounded wildly. Perhaps it was because Yin Buqi seemed to need affection so much at this moment, or maybe it was the influence of their cultivation bond, but a surge of impulse kept welling up within her. The hands wrapped around his neck instinctively tightened.
She glanced around.
The doors and windows were shut.
Teng Jiao was in hibernation.
The hidden guards were nowhere to be seen…
Steeling herself, she started to undo her clothes.
Yin Buqi had been about to set her down, but when he saw her blushing face and her hands working at her clothes, he swallowed hard and said in a slightly husky voice, “Nian nian, you don’t need to take off your clothes to practice swordsmanship.”
Jiang Niannian: “…”
So ‘that’s’ the “thing” he was talking about? Sword practice?
Wait—what the hell is wrong with this guy?
When he ‘should’ be serious, he refuses to be, and when he ‘shouldn’t’ be serious, he suddenly turns into a prude?!
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Shenshi (3–5 PM), Side Courtyard of the sleeping quarter.
The setting sun bathed the woman’s flushed face in warm light.
“Buqi, I can’t do this anymore…” Jiang Niannian’s back pressed tightly against Yin Buqi’s chest. Their damp black hair tangled together, adding a touch of ambiguity.
Drenched in sweat and heat, Jiang Niannian panted, exhausted. “I really don’t want to practice anymore…”
Yin Buqi brushed his lips against her earlobe. “Nian nian, are you tired?”
Nonsense!
Practicing swordsmanship for a full hour—who wouldn’t be exhausted?!
She had endured far more than what her cultivation level should have allowed!
“Well then, we’ll stop here for today and continue tomorrow.” As he spoke, Yin Buqi scooped her up. “Let’s take a bath together.”
Jiang Niannian was too drained to even struggle. She asked, “Why did you suddenly decide to make me practice swordsmanship?”
“Nian nian, your body is too weak. This sword technique prolongs life, nurtures the body, and strengthens your physique. From now on, you’ll need to train for an hour every day.”
“…Can I refuse?”
Yin Buqi gave an ambiguous smile and said, “No.”
Jiang Niannian: “…”
She was going to die of frustration.
The days that followed were pure suffering.
During the day, she practiced swordsmanship and drank the medicine Shen Yu sent over.
At night, she was subjected to dual cultivation—pressed and kneaded flat by a certain black-hearted fox.
So, on the ninth day, Jiang Niannian seized the moment when Yin Buqi wasn’t around, packed a small bundle, and ran back to Fangfei Courtyard.
Goodbye, my friends, tonight I’m setting sail~
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The Next Day, God Temple.
Hu Feishuang had been “invited” over.
“Tsk. I was the one who released the Black Domain Flood Dragon. I was just trying to set you two up. Your precious Nian nian wasn’t even hurt, so why go through all the trouble of dragging me here?”
Hu Feishuang glanced at the ruthless hidden guards beside her and rolled her eyes.
“Oh? So you were the one who released it.”
Yin Buqi didn’t even look up, lazily reclining on a couch, flipping through a book.
He replied indifferently, “Take her away and execute her.”
Hu Feishuang: “…That wasn’t funny.”
“Nian nian isn’t talking to me. She won’t let me into Fangfei Courtyard,” Yin Buqi said, adjusting his black sleeves with a lazy but piercing gaze.
“Our marital life is in shambles.”
Hu Feishuang: “…What?”
Before she could react, she caught a glimpse of the book in Yin Buqi’s hands—the page was dog-eared.
A rather suggestive illustration.
An erot*c painting.
Bold, explicit, and downright tantalizing.
Just one word—’exquisite’.
Hu Feishuang’s eyes curved with amusement.
“Oh my, the dignified Young master of Qingqiu is sitting here in broad daylight looking at—”
Yin Buqi frowned irritably, cutting her off coldly.
“I’m studying. You, someone without a cultivation partner, wouldn’t understand.”
Hu Feishuang: “…”
“So, why did you summon me?” she asked.
Yin Buqi didn’t want to waste words but still replied, face dark,
“Coax her. Make her agree to see me.”
Hu Feishuang slowly tilted her head, a question mark practically forming above her head.
Wait.
You two are just messing around with each other—why can’t you handle this yourselves? Why drag me into it?!
Yin Buqi said, “If I enter Fangfei Courtyard, Nian nian gets angry.”
Hu Feishuang was even more shocked.
“I refuse. Just kill me instead.”
The moment she finished speaking, Yin Buqi shot her a cold, piercing look.
Deep in his eyes, there was nothing but ruthless killing intent.
“…Actually,” Hu Feishuang swallowed, “it’s not entirely impossible.”
