Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1163: I Want to See Jun Moyan

"Boohoo, Baozi, I want Jun Moyan, I don’t want to marry anyone else, boohoo..."

Wen Xiao’ai cried so hard that she could barely breathe. Just thinking about marrying someone else, not being able to marry Jun Moyan, and possibly never seeing him again in the future made her feel like she wanted to die.

What made it even more unbearable was that this was all caused by the people closest to her.

"Sister..."

"Boohoo, why is it like this, boohoo... Jun Moyan..."

"Humans and demons are inherently different."

The young boy frowned slightly, watching Wen Xiao’ai cry in distress, unsure of how to console her.

He had always hidden in Wen Xiao’ai’s bell, and he actually heard some things that Wen Xiao’ai missed while she was unconscious these days.

He finally understood why Wu Zhihan, who had turned into a vengeful ghost, was afraid of Jun Moyan, why he felt suffocated in his presence, why the Netherworld was becoming increasingly chaotic... Jun Moyan was not an ordinary person at all.

And his sister was not just the simple Cat Demon Princess.

This matter was too extensive, too complex, involving the Demon Realm, the Netherworld, the Demon Realm, and the Immortal Realm.

Perhaps just as the Cat Demon Clan Leader said, in order to protect his sister, preserve the Cat Demon Clan, and stabilize the Six Realms, they had to kill Jun Moyan and make the Demon Lord stay in the Human Realm forever...

But this was too unfair to both his sister and Jun Moyan.

Even though the young boy felt sorry for Wen Xiao’ai, he didn’t dare to tell her what he knew.

If his sister found out about her other identity and that someone sacrificed themselves a thousand years ago to save her, waiting and searching for her for a thousand years, she would definitely be even more in pain.

He too, like Feng Liyan, wanted to help but couldn’t.

At this moment, it seemed like everyone had become an antagonist.

"Sister, don’t cry, that brother Ye Qi is also very kind to you..."

"I don’t want that, I just want Jun Moyan, boohoo..." Wen Xiao’ai cried even harder, and she, who was naturally frail and easily sweaty, soon cried until she was drenched in sweat.

The young boy stood aside, watching the inconsolable Wen Xiao’ai, and wiped his tears as well.

For several days, Wen Xiao’ai was bedridden, refusing to eat or drink, not taking medicine or treating her illness.

Most of the time, she was asleep due to her physical discomfort, frequently tormented by nightmares, unable to wake even when she wanted to.

And every time she awoke, it felt like she had experienced sleep paralysis, her body completely drained and powerless.

During her rare moments of lucidity, Wen Xiao’ai was always tearful.

She no longer shouted or made a fuss, just silently crying while hugging her blanket.

Feng Liyan and Ye Qi were initially worried that Wen Xiao’ai would recall something, but fortunately, she did not.

In the past few days, she barely spoke a word.

Every time she was asleep, Feng Liyan used his spiritual power to help nourish her body.

Ye Qi, heartbroken for her, went to the Clan Leader to try to call off the wedding.

However, he couldn’t even see the Clan Leader’s face.

On this day, Wen Xiao’ai woke up, realizing there were only half a month left until the wedding day.

So

"I want to see the Clan Leader."

She couldn’t even call her grandmother anymore, ultimately holding a grudge.

In half a cup of tea’s time, the Clan Leader was invited by Ye Qi to come.

Since agreeing to marry Ye Qi, Wen Xiao’ai had not seen the Clan Leader.

"I want to see Jun Moyan."

Wen Xiao’ai calmly spoke these words to the person who had protected her for five hundred years but was now treating her so cruelly, as she looked at the frail and tear-stained Wen Xiao’ai, the Clan Leader’s clear eyes flickered with a barely perceivable hint of heartache and reluctance.