Yue ger saw that even after he had gone to such lengths, the man remained unmoved, and his heart instantly turned cold.
This man… no longer trust me.
Yue ger’s heart felt icy.
It seemed the plan had to change—this time, he couldn’t casually send the leader away as he had before…
He needed to deal with Wang Jin. As long as Yuan Heng wasn’t in the tribe, it would be fine.
Yuan Heng had already left, so whether the man was present or not didn’t really matter…
Thinking this, Yue ger vaguely planned a new scheme.
The middle-aged ger standing nearby, seeing that the leader paid no attention to Yue ger, seemed to feel a sense of vindication, his face filled with satisfaction.
"You think my son is easy to fool, don’t you? Especially easy to deceive, right? Let me tell you, Yue ger, a person’s heart can grow cold. Look at what you’ve done. He went through all that hardship to find those things for you, and what did you do? You gave them all away! And you kept demanding things he couldn’t possibly find. Is this how a ger should treat the beastman he supposedly loves?"
The more the middle-aged ger spoke, the more sorrowful the beastman in front of him became, as if those words had carved deep marks into his heart.
Yue ger knew he couldn’t let the man listen any longer.
Clutching the small cloth pouch hidden in his sleeve, he steeled himself, pretended to sob, and covered his mouth with his sleeve. Then, he licked the powder inside the pouch before suddenly breaking into violent coughs…
This coughing was different from before, each gasp more urgent than the last, as if something inside him was forcing it out.
Without saying a word, he fixed his teary eyes on the leader, shaking his head with a pitiful expression, looking as if he was on the verge of crying but holding back. It was even more heartbreaking than if he had actually shed tears.
Before long, his coughing grew so severe that he spat out a mouthful of blood, droplets splattering onto the ground. The middle-aged ger was so frightened he fell silent.
The leader shouted Yue ger’s name and rushed forward, catching his collapsing body.
But the ger seemed to be losing consciousness.
In a panic, the leader carried him into the house, frantically giving him water and searching for medicine. After a while, the person on the bed seemed to recover slightly.
His face deathly pale, his eyes bloodshot, Yue ger stared at the leader, tears welling up but stubbornly refusing to fall, as if forcing himself to appear strong.
It made the beastman’s heart ache unbearably.
"What… what am I supposed to do with you?" The leader’s eyes grew damp, and he covered his head helplessly.
Yue ger’s tears finally fell, but without a sound—only the thick sob in his voice betrayed that he was crying.
"You don’t trust me. We’ve only been married for such a short time, and already you don’t trust me."
"……" The leader said nothing.
Yue ger continued, "When we got married, you promised to treat me well. But now…"
"I have treated you well. It’s you who—"
"See? Now you’re blaming me too." Yue ger’s lips, pale as paper, trembled as he spoke, his voice so faint it seemed his next breath might not come.
"Everything I did before… I was protecting you. But it wasn’t just for you. I’ve done so much for you, yet you refuse to see it. You even doubt that I love you. If I didn’t love you, why would I have married you?"
"……" The leader remained silent. He had heard these words too many times and could no longer tell what was true. Right now, all he could think was - if Yue ger was this sick, why hadn’t he gone to a healer? Why insist on sending Yuan Heng to find that Rui grass? Wasn’t this just a way to make Yuan Heng his beastman?!
As if reading his thoughts, a shadow flickered in Yue ger’s eyes before he spoke again, his voice soft and fragile.
"I… I didn’t want you to worry. But since you’re like this now, I suppose you wouldn’t worry about me anyway. So I might as well tell you."
"?" The leader looked up, confused.
Yue ger wiped the tears from his cheeks. "This illness… the healer can’t cure it."
"!" The leader’s eyes widened in shock. "How… how can it be incurable?"
Yue ger pressed his lips together. "If you don’t believe me, you can call Xi ger to examine me."
Seeing the leader’s stunned expression, Yue ger added, "Earlier, when I said there was a misunderstanding between Xi ger and me, that I was too embarrassed to seek his treatment, that was a lie. I just didn’t want you to worry. But now…"
The leader took two steps back. "I… I’ll go find Xi ger."
With that, he ran out.
The moment he left, Yue ger’s fragile demeanor vanished. His face twisted with malice, his features contorted by fury.
Wang Jin! All this humiliation... being forced to go to such lengths just to prove myself... Everything is because of Wang Jin!
He has to die! He absolutely has to!
The intensity of his hatred made Yue ger tremble violently. His pallid face resembled a vengeful ghost returned from hell, thirsting for blood.
He pulled out the small cloth pouch from his sleeve. Inside was a colorless, odorless poison - something Xi ger had given him long ago when they were still close, meant for self-defense. Never did he imagine he’d one day use it on himself.
The suffering I've endured today... Wang Jin will repay it tenfold!
I'll make him taste this poison too!
Yue ger clenched the pouch tightly in his hand.
When Xi ger entered the room, what he saw was Yue ger - his face deathly pale, his body as thin as a bamboo stalk.
His heart clenched, and he hurried forward.
Before he left to tend to his master, Yue ger had been fine. How had he become so emaciated in such a short time? His complexion was ghastly, carrying the sickly aura of impending death.
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