My Supernatural Exes Are Desperate to Win Me Back - Chapter 14 - Rather than someone else, why not him?

Zhan Xingye responded indifferently, “Xu Xining’s friend, Zhan Xingye. And who might you be?”

“Xie Yi, Xu Xining’s boyfriend…”

Xu Xining protested, “Ex-boyfriend!”

“Xu Xining’s ex, whom she once liked…”

Xu Xining protested again, “Not true!”

Xie Yi: “…”

He bent down, helpless, and flicked the girl’s forehead lightly, “Come on, not even a shred of face for me?”

Xu Xining, like a ruffled cat, swung her fists at him twice in retaliation: “That’s for flicking me! Now your weird vibes are all over me!”

Xie Yi let her hit him, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous charm.

He leaned in close, so near that his eyelashes were distinctly visible, his pupils honeyed light under the streetlamp’s flowing glow, which traced from his smooth forehead down his handsome nose, adding a tender light to his already irresistible features.

His gaze was serious as he called her full name, “Xu Xining.”

Xu Xining frowned, “What?!”

Xie Yi’s eyes curved, his voice tender and heart-stirring, “I truly like you. Can I have another chance?”

His voice, velvety in texture, struck her soul as he spoke, his light pupils secretly swirling with golden streaks, an eerie beauty mixed with an irresistible demonic charm.

Who knows how many girls would have their hearts racing under his direct gaze, not just giving him a chance, but their very lives.

“Trying to trick me for a photo? Dream on,” Xu Xining leaned back, unaffected by his charm, “We’re like brothers, cut the act.”

The smile faded from Xie Yi’s eyes as he straightened up and looked at Zhan Xingye, his brow lightly raised, “To like someone, you at least have to confess, unlike some people, mysteriously living right across the hall… How do you explain that? Coincidence?”

Zhan Xingye, unfazed, replied, “The fox at Xu Xining’s place, why haven’t you ever seen it?”

Xie Yi scoffed, “What do you tell her about your job? A civil servant? Why not take her to see where you work?”

Zhan Xingye looked up, “Exactly which year were you born?”

Xie Yi retorted, “Oh? I’m also curious, where exactly were you born?”

“You’re a Magician, you must know many magic tricks, right?”

“You’re a student; your backpack must be filled with books, right?”

…

Xu Xining looked left and right, “What are you guys even talking about? Can I join?”

How did these two manage to converse so intensely upon just meeting, leaving her no chance to interject?

Zhan Xingye glanced at Xu Xining and paused, then calmly said, “It seems your charm doesn’t work on everyone.”

Xie Yi’s smile stiffened for a moment, his peach blossom eyes narrowing slightly.

Beneath the playboy façade, the arrogance and majesty of a millennia-old Demon King were etched into his bones.

He had never felt possessiveness over any woman, nor had he ever been jealous over any men around them. He didn’t need to possess to have, and in his eyes, so-called rivals were but a bunch of buffoons humiliating themselves.

He had never felt this way before.

…As if he had never had it, yet it seemed like he could lose it at any time.

Amber eyes and pitch-black eyes stared across the void, the superficial smiles breaking almost instantly, a murky undercurrent of lethal intent swirling.

Xu Xining wondered, “Did you two know each other before?”

Xie Yi extended his hand, a light smile playing on his lips, charming and graceful, “We don’t know each other, but I’m pleased to meet you…”

Zhan Xingye also reached out his hand, “Likewise, it’s a pleasure.”

As Xu Xining watched, they shook hands.

Seizing the moment, Xie Yi suddenly pulled Zhan Xingye closer.

Leaning forward, he whispered near Zhan Xingye’s ear with a spreading smile, his voice soft, “Does the Administration Bureau know that their prized Exotic Species Killer… is also an Exotic Species?”

An unseen attack descended suddenly from above, fierce as thunder, an invisible blade barely missing as it sliced through the air.

Instinctively, Xie Yi jumped back, narrowly escaping, the murderous intent dissipating like the wind.

Zhan Xingye remained motionless, his lips a straight line, only the wind lifting his dark bangs, his eyes cold and deep.

The Administration Bureau indeed harbored Exotic Species, but it wouldn’t deploy one to hunt another. The Execution Department was thoroughly pro-human, exclusively human, except for him.

No one knew he was not human, because those who did were dead.

Zhan Xingye’s face was shrouded in the shadow of his hair, his eyes barely concealing the lurking intent to kill.

A night breeze picked up, causing Xu Xining to shiver and sneeze.

The lethal atmosphere between the two men softened momentarily as they both turned to look at her.

Earlier, Xu Xining had fallen into a puddle, drenched from head to toe, always portraying a carefree, unconcerned demeanor, her wild spirit making it easy to forget she was a fragile human girl.

Xie Yi quickly shed his coat and draped it over her shoulders, herding her forward without a word, “My car is just up ahead. I’ll take you home.”

Reluctantly, Xu Xining stumbled forward, “Mr. Xie, I’m warning you, don’t touch your ex. I’m trying to cut ties with you, in case we get photographed again…”

“It won’t happen, miss,” Xie Yi coaxed with a laugh, scooping her up under her arms like picking up a cat and setting her into the passenger seat of his Ferrari, bending down to fasten her seatbelt, “If you don’t want to be linked to me, wear a mask. It’s better to catch a weird virus from me than the flu.”

Xu Xining thought about it and found the logic sound. She leaned against the window and gestured to Zhan Xingye, “Get in, it’s a free ride.”

She nestled into the oversized red jacket, the cap large enough to cover her head, the brim pressing down on her golden hair, which shimmered in the light, her delicate fingers beckoning.

Zhan Xingye looked down, shook his head, “I’ll go back on my own.”

“Sorry, but my car’s allergic to men,” Xie Yi quipped as he smoothly started the car, skillfully steering with one hand as the Ferrari sleekly turned and sped off, leaving a dazzling trail of light, “Let him run back on his own.”

Sakura Street.

Xie Yi delivered Xu Xining upstairs, carrying a large foam box. Catching her hesitant look, he tapped her forehead and chuckled, “What are you looking at? It’s not for you; it’s for the fox.”

The situation was indeed delicate.

She seemed like a beautiful widow with a child, men vying to please the child to win her over. If she refused, the men would insist it was all for the child’s nutrition, urging the child to accept the gifts, who would then thank them, saying how kind they were.

And yet reality was more complex.

…

Xie Yi played dual roles, both the prospective stepfather and the child.

Xu Xining thought he was bringing fox feed and didn’t protest much.

Secretly, Xie Yi used their rumored relationship to spice up his popularity online, a compensation she hardly deserved.

Once home, she unpacked the box, revealing Japanese A5 Wagyu steaks, two jars of Almas caviar, two Australian lobsters, and two bottles of 1990 Romanée-Conti wine, worth over 100,000 a bottle at auction, making even Lafite seem common by comparison.

Xu Xining: “…”

What kind of household is this?! Billions in a day?! Feeding pets with these!

The Good Man sat beside her, tail sparking, his face screaming, “Yeah, that’s right, I wanna eat these, screw the cheap stuff.”

Angrily, Xu Xining called Xie Yi… who was squatting right beside her, obviously not answering the phone, but he had pre-typed a message.

Peacock Displaying Fart King:

[If you can’t cook, call the number on the card. Chef team, eat together.]

[Feed the fox something nice!] This had a tinge of resentment.

[If you really don’t want it, just throw it away. Smash the wine and pour it down the drain. Don’t try to return it to me. Once given, there’s no taking back, I can’t afford that loss.] The tone was still frivolously light and teasing.

And one last line.

[There’s a red string on the box, pull it.]

Half-believing, Xu Xining pulled the red string.

Instantly, the foam box burst into flames!

Xu Xining quickly let go in fright, but the fire was not hot and smokeless, burning brightly and quietly like an oil painting.

The white foam dissipated in the fire, and what had seemed an empty box now burned with bright red roses until the whole box turned into a fragrant bed of roses.

A lemon-colored card flew out of the fire with falling sparks, landing gracefully in her hand.

The card’s script was flamboyant, as if Xie Yi’s handsome face was before her, his voice enticing:

To Little Ning:

The fake relationship can end, but can we start a real one?

Across the hallway, room 2802.

The dark room was empty and still, devoid of any furniture or decoration. Moonlight shone through the window onto the bare floor, and suddenly, dark shadows crisscrossed, blocking the light from outside.

They were dancing tentacles.

Like a mass of snakes or vines, the thick tentacles twisted and coiled together, their surfaces covered with a film that could freely change the reflection of light, appearing white when reflecting all light and black when absorbing it.

At that moment, all the tentacles flickered between pure white and black, curling in every corner of the room as if trembling in pain and fear.

In the center, surrounded by tentacles, a slender young man coldly held a long sword, expressionlessly chopping at one of the tentacles, which writhed and twisted under his hand, while Zhan Xingye’s face was devoid of emotion.

As if he wasn’t cutting a part of his own body.

At that moment, the Water Ghost was causing trouble, the situation was urgent, and he had rushed over from afar, only managing to use a tentacle to pull Xu Xining back.

The tentacle wrapped around the girl’s slender waist, reluctant to let go, becoming more greedily entwined, tiny suckers tightly gripping her waistline, tightening one by one, the tentacle feeling the incredible softness and warmth beneath, even the beating of her veins distinctly perceptible.

Clear emotions and words came through the tentacle.

“Like” “Really like” “Want her” “Never want to let go”…

Such a dirty, ugly, disgusting thing.

Slash after slash, until that tentacle was chopped into a mushy mess.

With a “thud,” the sharp tip of the sword plunged into the floor, finally ending the brutal self-mutilation and punishment.

The young man slumped down, exhausted, resting his forehead on his knee, his long lashes drooping.

If possible, he had never wanted to touch her.

Twenty years ago, Zhan Xingye was adopted by Zhan’s Father and Zhan’s Mother, always believing he was human, until he first revealed his true form.

Those who saw him screamed in horror, running madly away.

He too “saw” himself, a monstrous creature as large as a mountain, countless ferocious tentacles easily smashing through walls, dancing wildly, blocking out the sun, his immense power endlessly emerging, killing an adult as easily as plucking a weed.

He wanted to run too, but there was nowhere to go. Who can escape their own body?

He was afraid of himself, but what he feared more than that was seeing the same fear and disgust in Xu Xining’s eyes.

Old Xu always patted his head apologetically and kindly, saying sorry, my little girl is feral, always picking on you.

Zhan Xingye didn’t understand.

He never felt that Xu Xining was picking on him.

As a child, he couldn’t use his tentacles to vibrate his vocal cords to speak, learning to talk slower than anyone else, his voice not quite boyish, but delicate and soft.

Often, bigger students cornered him in the bathroom, calling him expressionless, mocking him as effeminate, stealing his money, or splashing him with dirty water.

No one played with him, except for Xu Xining.

She was always lively and boisterous, like a chirpy little bird, circling him with endless chatter, and all he needed to do was nod and say, “Mm.”

She took him fruit picking, shared her candy with him, stole lipstick to paint his lips and dress him in skirts, praising how pretty he looked while rolling on the ground laughing.

Zhan Xingye just watched her laugh quietly, afraid she’d roll down the hillside, clutching her clothes tightly with his hands.

The girl’s soft clothes were as thin as butterfly wings, feeling like they could fly away with the wind even when tightly held.

Later, the bullying escalated, and a group of sports school students targeted him, pushing him into an alley and demanding money. When he couldn’t pay, they beat him.

Zhan Xingye lay on the ground, curled up, fingernails digging into his palms, feeling a burning pain all over his body.

He was overwhelmed with fear, not of being beaten, but inexplicably afraid of himself… afraid that he might suddenly turn into something terrifying and then kill them.

That was the closest he ever came to losing control of his true form, just a hair’s breadth away.

-Because the girl came charging over with a stick, furious.

Compared to the older sports students, she was thin and small, but her rage was like that of a tiny rhinoceros, swinging her stick and hitting the boys on their heads.

Of course, they couldn’t really be beaten by a girl, but their leader had a crush on Xu Xining. Who didn’t like Xu Xining?… So they could only run away, begging for mercy.

The girl knocked them all down, then came over and took Zhan Xingye’s dirty hand, proudly declaring, “Let’s go.”

The sparse daylight fell into the narrow, dark alley, golden dust swirling around the girl, her white shirt and pleated skirt glowing as her hair fluttered.

Was this bullying? Zhan Xingye wondered blankly.

If this was bullying, he wanted to be bullied by her forever.

…

The moonlight outside the window flowed like water, illuminating the young man’s eyes, clear yet confused.

He had given up on his foolish hopes many years ago, until the arrival of Xie Yi ignited a new flame from the dead ashes.

Xie Yi was an Exotic Species, yet the girl favored him.

Could an Exotic Species be acceptable?

If others could, what about him?

The dark tentacles moved along the walls, thick branches slowly blooming with transparent flowers.

Like glass or crystal, more and more ice-like flowers opened in the room, the moonlight refracting countless times through the transparent petals, casting a dazzlingly white glow throughout the room.

Zhan Xingye plucked a flower, his gaze thoughtful.

Rather than someone else, why not him?