After Transmigrating Into the Book, I Raised the Sickly Side Male Character to Be the Yandere - Chapter 140
Chapter 140: Past Life(16 – A Smile
Jiang Niannian froze.
The ice that had fractured in her heart cracked open once more, letting through a ripple of emotion she dared not dwell on.
She remained silent, her gaze dazed.
By the time she regained her senses, she saw Yin Buqi, reverently and humbly, lifting her jade-like foot.
He pressed a gentle kiss upon it.
“Master, please allow your disciple to serve you.”
Jiang Niannian let out a bitter laugh.
“A thousand people have a thousand faces, and that is truly terrifying. But I always feel… you alone have a thousand faces, leaving me uncertain which is the real you, or if I should even believe your words.”
Yin Buqi had been her disciple for three years.
Though rebellious by nature, he was always respectful and obedient before her, deceiving her for so long.
She never realized he had harbored such disgraceful thoughts about her all along.
Now that the facade had been torn away, he had used every trick against her.
He must have known she yielded to softness but resisted force, so he chose to act pitiful, using tears to lower her guard.
She said, “I once wanted to teach you, to guide you toward goodness. I thought you were merely mischievous, a little unruly. But now, I see you clearly. You are rotten to the core—only pretending to be good in front of me.”
Yin Buqi was momentarily stunned, as if struck awake from a beautiful dream.
Disappointment flickered across his eyes, and his gaze dimmed.
“Yes! I only pretended to be obedient in front of Master. But my submission to Master, my efforts to please Master—those were all genuine. I only wanted my beloved to love me back. What is so wrong about that?!”
“Oh, you played your role well—flawlessly, in fact.”
Jiang Niannian felt an indescribable frustration simmering in her chest.
“Master doesn’t want to deal with worldly affairs, so all this time, I have been managing everything on your behalf. Everything you eat, wear, and use now is the finest I could find in this world. Even my love for Master is the only one of its kind. Master, no one loves you more than I do.”
Jiang Niannian gave a bitter smile.
“And yet, you threaten me, imprison me, force me—have you ever once respected me?”
Yin Buqi’s brows furrowed even tighter, his knuckles turning pale from how hard he clenched his fists.
“If I respect Master, will Master love me? I respected you for three years, yet all I got was being abandoned by you in the end.”
He looked at her, his voice soft, as if speaking to himself.
“I only… wanted you to be happy.”
“You think giving me what you believe is the best is enough? Isn’t that just to satisfy your own twisted possessiveness? Have you ever asked me what I wanted?”
Jiang Niannian gazed at him, her expression dimming, as if she had expected this all along.
“Do you think I look happy now?”
Silence fell over the hall.
Yin Buqi’s eyes turned red, his beautiful gaze shimmering with unshed tears, like a lost puppy unable to find its home.
Looking at him like this, Jiang Niannian suddenly felt a twinge of sorrow.
His love for her was wild, nearly deranged.
She abruptly recalled how he slept—each night, he had to rest his head against her neck, entangling his limbs around her before he could sleep soundly.
Jiang Niannian no longer looked at him.
She lay down, turning her back to him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
“Does Master not think this is wonderful? No one else—just us.”
Yin Buqi lay down as well, pressing tightly against her back, his limbs swiftly entwining around her.
He gently brushed aside the fine strands of hair at her nape, revealing the scattered crimson marks beneath.
Like tiny peach blossoms, they adorned her skin.
He traced them with his fingertips before burying his face against her warm neck.
He took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh, earthy scent of her.
Sweet and warm, it seeped into his blood, spreading through his veins.
His voice was low and affectionate.
“Master…”
He rubbed his face against her skin, a smile of indulgence in his eyes.
His dark hair fell against her ear, rustling as he whispered, “Don’t talk to others, don’t smile at anyone else. Just look at me, alright?”
At this moment, he was both crazed and domineering, immune to both gentleness and force.
He had made up his mind—if he could not have her love, he would imprison her.
Jiang Niannian remained silent, her back still turned to him.
When he heard no response for a long time, his brows knit tightly once more.
Raising his head, he could only see the gentle curve of her chin.
“Master.”
He reached out, trying to turn her toward him, but she suddenly shoved his hand away.
He froze for a moment, then seized both her wrists in his grasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Master! What must I do for you to stop being so cold to me?”
Jiang Niannian simply looked at him quietly.
Her gaze was sharp, reflecting an icy glint.
In the struggle, a few strands of her hair had fallen loose, framing her face and making her skin appear even paler.
Her voice was frigid. “Yin Buqi, I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
She murmured, “My greatest regret… was ever crossing paths with you.”
“Master, I don’t want to hear that,” Yin Buqi’s voice rumbled like distant thunder, each word crashing heavily in her ears.
“Yin Buqi, I hate you.”
Jiang Niannian wanted nothing more than to wound him, to make him hurt.
“Master… hates me?”
His forehead tensed, veins bulging.
His whole body trembled slightly, his eyes a violent storm, manic and terrifying.
Jiang Niannian’s lips curved, and she suddenly chuckled.
A few stray locks fell against her cheek.
“Yes, I hate you. I hate you to death.”
She realized, with startling clarity, that she had changed.
No longer was she indifferent, devoid of desires and emotions.
After spending so much time with Yin Buqi, she had been tainted by him.
“Master, please… don’t be like this.”
She only smiled.
Her black almond eyes glistened with mischief, an unfamiliar edge in her tone.
“If you kneel and beg me, maybe I’ll stop hating you.”
Yin Buqi hesitated, his tense body instantly relaxing.
Without hesitation, he responded, “Alright.”
He got out of bed and, without the slightest reluctance, knelt on the cold floor.
His eyes were filled with a desperate hope, reflecting only her figure.
He spoke cautiously, “Master, please don’t hate me.”
Jiang Niannian’s gaze trembled slightly as she silently watched him.
Her fingers curled, inch by inch, before slowly loosening.
She lowered her head, her heart aching in a way she couldn’t quite understand.
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Get up first.”
Yin Buqi refused.
“Master said if I kneel, you won’t hate me.”
Jiang Niannian grew annoyed.
“I don’t hate you anymore!”
Hearing those words, Yin Buqi immediately stood up, pulling her into his arms without hesitation.
As if fearing she would disappear, he pressed his chin against her soft hair, rubbing against it.
But that wasn’t enough.
He cradled her face and kissed her fiercely, taking everything he could.
The hall fell into silence.
After a long time, he murmured in a low, hoarse voice, “I really wish I could turn Master into a puppet. That way, you’d behave and never think of leaving me.”
Jiang Niannian gritted her teeth.
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“Master, don’t worry. I won’t.”
He gave a dazed smile, his soft bangs falling over his forehead, revealing a childlike, deranged quietness.
“There’s only one Master. I only want this one.”
Jiang Niannian refused to look at him.
Yin Buqi, however, seemed to realize something.
His eyes lit up with fiery joy—like a moth drawn to flame.
Holding her close, he let out a low chuckle.
“What are you laughing at?”
“Because just now… Master smiled.”
