Transmigration:The Villain Wants A Happy End Without His BeastHusbands-Chapter 82: A Third Presence

Staring at the spear floating in the middle of the chamber, Ningyan narrowed his eyes. Silver light coiled around the weapon in slow, controlled waves, barely containing the pulsing red glow at its core. He stood closest to it, the heat and pressure of its demonic energy brushing against his senses.

Without looking at Rong Yue or Wuhen, he said flatly, "You shouldn’t have killed her so quickly. We could’ve gotten answers."

Rong Yue lifted his cup, unbothered. "I doubt we would’ve learned much from someone whose only goal was your death."

Wuhen, on the other hand, didn’t look guilty in the slightest. He pulled the smoke pipe from his lips and said coldly,

"She hurt you. She got what she deserved."

Ningyan didn’t argue with that. "She was using it as support. It was recharging her."

Rong Yue raised a brow. "If a well-known assassin is suddenly relying on a demon tool, then she likely isn’t the only one."

Ningyan hesitated before asking, "Do you think it’s the Lans?"

Wuhen’s red-gold eyes locked onto him instantly. "If it is the Lans, then Lan Meishan—"

"You’re not going to do anything to Lan Meishan," Ningyan cut in sharply, irritation bleeding into his voice.

Wuhen’s fox eyes darkened. "That decision might not be yours to make, Yan’er."

Ningyan rolled his eyes. Then, without another word, he extended his hand. A sealed scroll materialized in his grip, and he tossed it toward Wuhen, who caught it effortlessly.

"A scroll came for you," Ningyan said. "From Lan Tianheng."

Wuhen studied the seal in silence.

Rong Yue, meanwhile, had been watching Ningyan closely. Far too closely. It was clear he was already aware of everything that had happened in Sunland.

"Do you want a drink?" he asked calmly. "It’s been a rough night."

Ningyan looked at him, surprised. He knew he shouldn’t, but exhaustion won. He moved.

While Rong Yue poured a cup and slid it toward him. Ningyan sat across from him at the table, accepted it, and took a small sip.

Rong Yue didn’t look away even once.

"Lan Tianheng wants to meet me at dawn. By the Celestial Lake." Wuhen suddenly spoke, drawing both Ningyan’s and Rong Yue’s attention.

Ningyan straightened. Rong Yue’s gaze sharpened.

"Does he say why?" Rong Yue asked.

"An apology," Wuhen replied. "For what happened in Sunland. The losses, the destruction. And for Qinghe." He closed the scroll, his grip tightening until it ignited in a red-gold glow before disintegrating into ash.

"He knows about Qinghe?" Ningyan stiffened. Then, slowly settled the cup on the table. "If he knows she’s alive, then he’ll want to know how."

Rong Yue nodded. "Do you want me to come with you?"

Wuhen’s expression hardened. "No. Your clan isn’t involved in whatever mess this is."

Rong Yue merely smiled, his canines flashing briefly before he took another sip of wine.

Wuhen rose from the bed, stretching lazily. Moonlight traced over his lean, powerful frame, muscle shifting beneath skin as his tails swayed and ears twitched. He walked toward the spear, studying the silver glow around it.

"What about you, Yan’er?" he asked casually. "Those trying to kill you won’t stop." His lips curved into a sly smile. "Funny, isn’t it? We have so much in common now. Our families want us dead."

"They’re not my family," Ningyan grimaced and drained the rest of the wine in his cup. The warmth did nothing to ease the tension curling in his chest. He stood slowly.

"It’s been a rough night," He took a step to leave. "I’d like to sleep."

"You can stay here," Rong Yue said calmly. "With both of us."

Ningyan froze.

Heat rushed to his face. He turned, first to Rong Yue, whose expression was unreadable behind those sharp feline eyes, then to Wuhen, who was absently prodding the spear’s glow as if it weren’t a demonic weapon at all.

"I’d rather not," Ningyan said quickly.

He wasn’t stupid.

That invitation wasn’t about sleep. Not when they looked like that. And Rong Yue, damn him, watched him like he could see straight through his thoughts.

Ningyan forced himself to look away.

"Why not?" Rong Yue asked.

"Yan’er is good at resisting," Wuhen suddenly said, still poking at the silver glow. His focus appeared fixed on the spear, though it was obvious he was listening to every word.

"As he should be," Rong Yue replied dryly. "You don’t have a single ounce of patience in your existence."

Ningyan pressed his lips together. "I can’t stay. You two are—"

"Complicated," Rong Yue cut in calmly. "Wuhen and I have been in a complicated relationship for several years. But that doesn’t stop either of us from forming a relationship with you. Or you, from forming one with us."

Ningyan let out a small, nervous laugh. I knew it.

So they were together. Or... something like it.

"I don’t want to tear you two apart," he said quickly.

"Tear us apart?" Wuhen let out an amused laughter.

He finally pulled his attention from the spear and stepped closer, stopping right in front of Ningyan. He leaned in just enough for their breaths to mingle. Then, with a lazy curl of his fingers near Ningyan’s throat, the spirit mate chain materialized between them, shimmering faintly.

"We both want you," Wuhen said softly. "And we’re willing to share. You can have us both Yan’er."

Ningyan’s face burned. There was no stopping it. Heat rushed straight to his ears, his cheeks, his neck.

"I don’t—"

"What Wuhen is trying to say," Rong Yue interrupted smoothly, "is that he and I have been sharing for years. We’re accustomed to a third presence."

Ningyan’s mind blanked. "...Huh?"

He ignored Wuhen completely and turned to stare at Rong Yue, while Wuhen began idly looping the spirit chain around his fingers like a toy.

"You mean," Ningyan said slowly, "you two have shared the same person?"

"Yes," Rong Yue answered without hesitation. "Many times."

A sharp, electric thrill rushed through Ningyan before he could stop it.

"...So," he said carefully, "have you two ever kissed each other?"