Yue ger watched silently, his heart seething with murderous intent, yet his face showed nothing.
He stepped forward, closing the distance between them until he stood uncomfortably close.
Yuan Heng and Wang Jin stared at him, but his eyes were fixed solely on the man before him.
Ever since marrying his ger, Yuan Heng had deliberately kept his distance. They hadn’t stood this close in so long.
Yue ger felt dazed. Wang Jin, noticing his gaze locked onto Yuan Heng, grew irritated.
This man is about to marry someone else, why are his eyes still glued to Yuan Heng?
He stepped forward, blocking Yuan Heng, and offered a saccharine congratulations: "May your marriage be joyful, and may you be blessed with children soon."
The words were a mere pretense, Wang Jin’s real goal was to separate Yue ger from Yuan Heng. Of course, Yuan Heng saw right through the little ger’s ploy.
His heart stirred. This ger… always manages to soften and delight me.
Secretly, Yuan Heng hooked his pinky around Wang Jin’s, unable to suppress the smile tugging at his lips.
Yue ger watched, his heart growing bitter.
So they’re all so happy about my marriage…
Wang Jin is happy… and so is Brother Heng…
He lowered his head with a bitter chuckle, the sound hoarse and strained. Wang Jin found it odd, but when Yue ger looked up again, his expression was bright and cheerful.
"……" Wang Jin couldn’t shake the feeling that Yue ger was acting stranger than ever.
Suddenly, Yue ger pulled Wang Jin into an embrace, pressing his face close to his ear.
"……Brother Heng will be mine sooner or later," he whispered, voice low enough that only Wang Jin could hear.
Wang Jin’s eyes widened in shock, fury surging through him. Just as he moved to shove Yue ger away, Yuan Heng yanked him back, tucking him protectively against his side.
Yuan Heng’s expression was dark, part wary, part possessive.
Wang Jin’s face was no better, glaring at Yue ger as if ready to tear him apart.
What did he just say?!
That Yuan Heng would be his someday?!
He’s getting married, and he still won’t give up?!
What’s wrong with him?!
Wang Jin’s confusion only sharpened his hostility, his gaze locked onto Yue ger like a threat.
The crowd, oblivious to the whispered words, only saw Yue ger hug Wang Jin amiably before being met with twin glares.
Yue ger put on a wounded expression. "Brother Heng, Jin ger, why are you looking at me like that? I just wanted to hug A-Jin to apologize. Brother Heng, I’d never hurt him."
His words swayed the onlookers, who now assumed Yuan Heng was being overly protective.
What kind of beastman suspects a gentle ger like Yue ger?
He came in goodwill, and they respond with such rudeness…
"……" Yuan Heng’s brow furrowed, recognizing Yue ger’s manipulation.
When Yuan Heng stayed silent, Yue ger turned to Wang Jin, eyes pitiful. "A-Jin, even if we had misunderstandings before, I truly want to make amends. Must you guard against me like this? Today’s my wedding, can’t we reconcile?"
"!" Wang Jin nearly gaped. Now he understood.
It’s all an act. The gentleness, the cheer, none of it’s real.
He’s still the same Yue ger, still obsessed with Yuan Heng.
Clutching Yuan Heng tightly, Wang Jin shoved him behind himself like a little beast guarding its meal.
The crowd blinked, the atmosphere turning awkward.
Why does Jin ger seem unwilling to reconcile?
He was just congratulating Yue ger earlier!
Are they really going to humiliate Yue ger at his own wedding? That’s going too far, he’s the future leader’s partner! Insulting him is like insulting the whole tribe!
And the leader is right here, this is beyond disrespectful!
Unease rippled through the gathering.
Mu ger, sensing the tension, quickly interjected with forced cheer: "Hah! Yue ger, you should know better! Brother Heng is famously possessive, how could you just hug A-Jin like that?"
Yue ger and the crowd froze.
Mu ger pressed on, "If I so much as hold A-Jin’s hand, Brother Heng glares daggers at me. And you went for a full embrace? No wonder he’s furious!"
With a few deft words, Mu ger reframed Yuan Heng’s defensiveness as mere jealousy.
The crowd relaxed, many ger nodding in agreement.
Yuan Heng’s possessiveness was well-known.
If they spent too long chatting with Wang Jin, and his expression would darken, as if they were stealing his precious time.
Voices chimed in:
"So true, Brother Heng is the most jealous beastman in the tribe!"
"I can vouch for that," one ger raised a hand.
Others joined in: "Yep, absolutely!"
"……" Yuan Heng’s ears burned at the public dissection of his behavior, though he couldn’t deny it. They really do take up too much of his ger’s time. The thought made his possessiveness feel justified.
Mu ger’s eye twitched, but he pressed on: "Brother Heng, loosen your grip, A-Jin’s face is all scrunched up in pain! Be gentler with him!"
With that, he smoothly explained away Wang Jin’s furious glare as a reaction to Yuan Heng’s tight hold.
Yuan Heng, knowing full well he hadn’t squeezed too hard, played along and loosened his grip.
Wang Jin, catching on, flexed his perfectly fine wrist with a show of pain.
The crowd’s mood lifted, the festive atmosphere restored.
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