Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1226: Give Xiao’ai Back to Me
"Who am I?"
"You are a villain, more so a sinner. Even if you die, you can’t atone for the sins you’ve committed. Your crimes don’t even afford you the right to repent!"
Nie Jiuque shouted loudly at him, emotions intense.
"...What do you mean?"
Nie Jiuque grabbed Jun Moyan’s collar, approaching him with a menacing aura.
"What do I mean? Let me tell you, Jun Moyan, you and Xiao’ai are never meant to be. You owe her, and you owe me even more. Remember, you are a sinner. Anyone in this world can claim to love her, except you. You have no right!"
Both Jun Moyan and Ais didn’t understand Nie Jiuque’s accusations.
But faced with Nie Jiuque’s eyes full of hatred, Jun Moyan’s body trembled uncontrollably, and his heart started to panic for no reason.
Nie Jiuque’s gaze told him that he was guilty.
And this guilt he was unaware of might be connected to Xiao’ai.
Thinking about possibly having wronged Xiao’ai in his past life, fear and panic grew wildly in his heart.
"...What are you talking about? What do you mean exactly? Tell me clearly! Who am I? What do I owe Xiao’ai? What do I owe you?!"
After his outburst, Nie Jiuque calmed down, his bloodshot eyes regaining clarity.
He looked at Jun Moyan’s face, forced down the killing intent borne of his hatred, and finally let go of his grip on Moyan’s collar.
"Stop entertaining unrealistic fantasies. Protect your life and keep it for redemption."
Nie Jiuque left this statement and vanished from Jun Moyan and Ais’s sight.
The phrase "unrealistic fantasies" referred to Wen Xiao’ai. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Whether it was Yingying or Xiao’ai, they were both Nie Jiuque’s.
Jun Moyan’s delusions only intensified his own guilt.
"Come back, come back to me! Explain it clearly."
"Give Xiao’ai back to me."
"Give her back to me!"
Jun Moyan frantically searched around, yet Nie Jiuque had already disappeared without a trace.
"Calm down."
Ais firmly grasped Jun Moyan’s shoulder...
——
In the pitch-black forest, a dark silhouette swiftly passed by.
A bloodstained hand rested against the trunk of a tree.
"Puh..."
A mouthful of blood was spat out as Feng Liyan clutched his chest with one hand and supported himself on the tree to barely steady his swaying body.
In the hand supporting the tree, he held a black mask.
Blood dripped from the chin of the mask.
Feng Liyan’s pale face was covered in cold sweat.
His body slumped against the tree, slowly sitting down.
His severe obsession with cleanliness was disregarded at this moment.
He could only try his best to ignore the filth beneath him.
The mask fell from his hand to the ground.
Feng Liyan took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, consumed two elixirs, and his erratic breathing slowly steadied.
He leaned the back of his head against the tree trunk, gazing absentmindedly into the pitch-dark ahead.
Was what he did right or wrong?
Feng Liyan knew in his heart that he should prioritize the big picture.
He shouldn’t have saved Jun Moyan, but...
Jun Moyan, I save you only this once, just for the Little Princess and the white robe.
Next time, even if you die before me, I won’t intervene again.
Feng Liyan only hoped that his private actions wouldn’t lead to greater mistakes.
——
"Ugh..." Wen Xiao’ai groggily woke up under a Ziqiong Tree.
Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, she noticed Nie Jiuque, draped in a black robe, had somehow returned and was now sitting beside her, meditating and calming his breath.
Wen Xiao’ai, with her sensitive nose, caught a faint scent of blood.
