Chapter 170 – The Wolf King’s Naughty Little Wife – Ran Xiayue’s Ending (16)
This year, winter came particularly early. The day after the Beast God Festival, the weather began to cool.
According to past climate patterns, there was usually a transitional period after the Beast God Festival before winter truly arrived. But after observing the changes in the water flow and wind direction this year, the Priest Mana concluded that winter was arriving ahead of schedule.
The beastman weren’t afraid of the sudden change—in fact, they were even a little excited for winter’s arrival.
They had already prepared food for the season, their homes had long since been completed, and they had even built heated brick beds. With fires burning underneath, the stone beds were toasty warm. After layering them with a few animal hides, they were incredibly comfortable—staying cozy through the night was no problem at all.
Last night had been the wedding night of Kyle and Bai Tang. Now officially bonded, Kyle no longer held back the wild orcish side of himself when faced with his beloved beastman partner. He played and teased all night long, and by the time the sky began to lighten, he was holding the love-marked Bai Tang in his arms as they dozed off together.
Bai Tang woke from the pain when he rolled over. Kyle truly lived up to his future status as the ruler of the beastman world—his prowess in every aspect was no exaggeration. The little squirrel had been worked over all night—his voice was hoarse from crying out, and his body felt as though it had been taken apart and put back together again. There wasn’t a single place that didn’t ache.
Thankfully, he liked peace and quiet, and their new home was built on the back mountain. Otherwise, with how loudly he had screamed last night, how would he ever be able to show his face again?!
Bai Tang pouted, his lips reddened from kisses, and croaked, “I begged you to stop and you still wouldn’t let me go. I want to sleep in a separate room~”
He had meant to speak sternly with a serious face, but after being doted on all night, the seductive look on his face hadn’t faded. Instead, his words came out sounding like he was acting cute.
Kyle began kissing him from the forehead—down to his nose, lips, neck… and lower.
“Tang Tang looks full of energy. I guess I didn’t try hard enough…”
“Mmm~ Kyle~”
At some point, Bai Tang’s hands stopped pushing Kyle away and instead wrapped around his waist. The newlyweds were sweet as honey…
…
The day passed in a daze. Bai Tang was so exhausted he couldn’t even open his eyes. He vaguely felt Kyle feeding him something, and aside from that, Kyle hadn’t left his side at all.
He must sleep in the guest room… That was Bai Tang’s last thought before falling into deep sleep.
The early days of marriage are always the sweetest. When Kyle and Bai Tang finally appeared in front of everyone again, five days had already passed. The air had grown noticeably drier, and the trees were shedding their leaves in a rustling cascade.
“Chief…”
“Chief, messenger…”
Kyle was now the new chief of the Winged Wolf Tribe, and many of the beastman had started addressing him accordingly.
Kyle nodded in acknowledgment and entered the Priest Mana’s house, hand in hand with Bai Tang.
“Chief, Bai Tang, you’ve arrived,” said the Priest Mana, who was in the middle of a discussion with the former chief about tribal matters. When they saw Kyle, both of them stood up.
“Priest Mana, Elder Chief—please, sit,” Kyle said.
Though the elder was no longer the tribe’s chief, his contributions to the Winged Wolf Tribe were undeniable. Kyle had come today to discuss winter preparations with both the experienced former chief and the Priest Mana.
Bai Tang was still feeling weak, so Kyle held him in his arms, letting him sit on his lap.
The Priest Mana and the former chief both understood their closeness—no beastman wanted to be apart from their mate, but Kyle was even more clingy than most.
They discussed several preparations for the coming winter, and Bai Tang listened attentively, occasionally adding a few points of his own.
“Although it’s very cold in winter, we still need to clear the snow off the rooftops every two or three days. It helps keep warm and prevents the roofs from collapsing,” Bai Tang said.
The elder chief and the Priest Mana both nodded in agreement. Bai Tang’s reasoning was sound, and it made sense—having beastman cooped up indoors all winter would make them restless. A bit of physical activity was good for them.
“After clearing the snow, we can boil some ginger soup…” Bai Tang continued, offering a few winter recipes to help nourish the body. Most of the ingredients could already be found by the beastman. A few items were still missing, but they had to make do.
After the discussion, Kyle gathered the tribe and passed on the winter preparation plans.
The beastman were full of motivation, heading into the forest to hunt and make ready for the cold season.
Ran Xiayue stood among the crowd, staring jealously at Bai Tang, who stood beside Kyle on the high platform. Her mind was somewhat dazed.
Lately, she had been having a dream—a dream about the beastman world.
In that dream, she was the one revered by the Winged Wolf Tribe as the Beast God’s Messenger, while Bai Tang was merely a disabled, gloomy sub-beastman who lived in the mountains behind the tribe.
The beastman adored her, admired her. The sub-beastmen and females envied and worshipped her. Even the leader of the Snake Tribe, Vos, fell head over heels for her and tried to make her his chieftain’s wife. He even fought Kyle, who had come to rescue her, leading to the destruction of the Snake Tribe in the end.
As for Bai Tang—he was just a jealous sub-beastman who ultimately got killed by the snake beastman.
But now, everything was the opposite of that dream. And yet, she felt like the dream was how her life in the beastman world should have been.
She clutched her head and looked up to the sky, shouting.
The nearby sub-beastmen jumped in surprise, but when they saw it was Ran Xiayue, they relaxed instantly.
Ran Xiayue having another episode wasn’t anything new. They were used to it by now.
No one paid her any attention. Everyone went back to doing their own thing.
Kyle and Bai Tang walked past her without so much as a glance. Crouched on the ground, Ran Xiayue could even hear their conversation.
“Tang Tang, tell me what you want to eat—I’ll learn how to make it.”
“Go away. Sleep in the guest room.”
“I can’t sleep in the guest room, but anything else is fine…”
“Xiayue, what are you doing out here? Come back with me,” said her mother, who had come to find her. She took Ran Xiayue’s hand and tried to lead her home.
Ran Xiayue stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly lashed out, pushing her mother aside and running after Bai Tang.
This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Something was wrong—Bai Tang was the problem.
The Priest Mana had spoken with Ran Xiayue’s parents, warning them not to let her disrupt the bonding ceremony between the Beast God’s Messenger and Kyle during the Beast God Festival. Ran Xiayue had repeatedly tried to sabotage Bai Tang and Kyle’s relationship. If the Beast God grew angry, he might bring misfortune down upon the Winged Wolf Tribe.
This wasn’t an empty threat from the Priest Mana, but a prophecy revealed through divination: the Winged Wolf Tribe would suffer great calamity because of Ran Xiayue.
And looking back, everything Ran Xiayue had done… had been aimed at Bai Tang.
This couldn’t go on. The Priest Mana immediately approached Ran Xiayue’s mother, urging her to keep strict watch over her daughter.
Because of this, on the day of the Beast God Festival, Ran Xiayue—dressed up meticulously—was stopped at the door by her mother. They locked her in her room and wouldn’t let her out. Later, she overheard her parents talking and realized they were considering keeping her under house arrest for life.
Under the influence of the protagonist’s “halo,” Ran Xiayue developed a high fever that night, confused and delirious. In her dreams, she saw the original storyline unfold and could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.
Combined with the constant emotional blows from Bai Tang, her mental state had grown unstable.
She suddenly rushed at Bai Tang from behind, attempting to attack him.
Unexpectedly, Kyle reacted as if he had eyes in the back of his head. He pulled Bai Tang out of the way just in time, dodging her assault.
When he saw who it was, Kyle frowned. What is Ran Xiayue trying to do now?
Ran Xiayue’s expression was wild with madness. She picked up a large stone and hurled it toward Bai Tang.
If he died, everything would go back to how it should be. All that glory—it should have belonged to her. She was the one from the modern world, the one meant to rule this world.
“Tang Tang, danger! The protagonist is in a near-collapse state,” the system blared with a series of urgent beeping alarms.
Kyle generally didn’t fight females, so he kept dodging with Bai Tang, avoiding Ran Xiayue’s relentless attacks.
“What’s going on? The protagonist was fine before,” Bai Tang said in confusion. Even if he had stolen her role and struck a few blows to her pride, she hadn’t shown any signs of this before.
“Scan failed—unable to determine what the protagonist has experienced. However, it’s certain that her cognitive domain has been invaded by an unknown force,” the system responded, puzzled. But now wasn’t the time to figure that out—Bai Tang’s safety was the priority.
Kyle shouted at Ran Xiayue to stop, but she ignored him completely, attacking Bai Tang over and over again.
Finally, Kyle lost his temper. He set Bai Tang safely aside and seized Ran Xiayue’s arm. With one twist—crack—a sharp sound came from her fractured wrist.
The stone dropped heavily to the ground. Ran Xiayue’s face twisted in pain, but she still struggled, unwilling to give up.
“Ran Xiayue!”
Hearing her full name shouted by Bai Tang, Ran Xiayue froze for a moment.
The body she had transmigrated into was named Xiayue. Ever since arriving in this world, no one had ever called her by her full name.
Ran Xiayue’s daze only lasted a moment. Hearing Bai Tang call her that made her even more certain—he was also a transmigrator. There was a high chance he was someone she had known in her original world.
“You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you? The beastmen worship you like a star surrounded by the moon, Kyle loves you, the priest respects you, and even the snake tribe’s beastmen are friendly with you. Tell me—who are you? Who exactly are you…?”
Ran Xiayue screamed, pinned down by Kyle like a wild beast caught in a trap.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bai Tang replied calmly. He didn’t want to waste words on her—some things weren’t worth explaining.
Ran Xiayue’s female parent came running over, along with a few passing sub-beastmen.
“Chieftain, I’ll take Xiayue back right away. She won’t be allowed out again.” When the female parent saw Ran Xiayue covered in injuries, her heart ached. No mother could bear to see her child hurt like that.
Kyle wasn’t an unreasonable man. He released his hold on Ran Xiayue, and her mother immediately rushed over to take her to see the Priest Mana.
Just moments ago Ran Xiayue had looked like a defeated stray dog, but now, somehow finding strength, she shoved her mother away.
“I won’t be locked up for the rest of my life!”
With that, she dragged her two broken arms and ran off.
Kyle comforted Bai Tang and didn’t bother to chase her. Her mother was left crying and running after her.
In the end, no one caught up. No one knew where Ran Xiayue had gone.
The things Ran Xiayue had done had already left the beastmen deeply dissatisfied. And now, trying to hurt one of their own—she had crossed a line. Still, out of pity for her mother’s desperate pleas, they helped search for her for several days, covering all directions—north, south, east, and west. But there was no trace of her.
Finally, a beastman returned with a bloodstained, tattered piece of beast-hide clothing. Only then did everyone give up the search.
Her mother stared blankly at the garment, unable to believe her daughter had been eaten by wild beasts. But belief didn’t matter—the evidence was undeniable. The shock was too much, and her mother fell gravely ill.
“Qiu’er, is the female lead really dead?” Bai Tang still couldn’t make sense of what had happened to Ran Xiayue—not even Qiu’er had been able to detect it.
“The lifeform of the female lead has been confirmed to have ceased. Death confirmed,” the system reported, with little emotion. It didn’t like the female lead of this world anyway. Ran Xiayue had gone mad and run off to feed herself to wild beasts—what did that have to do with them?
With death comes silence. As winter set in, people gradually forgot about the incident. This year’s winter was unusually warm, and the beastmen sitting around on their heated stone beds were all deeply grateful to Bai Tang.
At this moment, Bai Tang was lying snugly under the warm blankets, wrapped in Kyle’s arms.
“Tang Tang, in our next life, let’s still be together…”
“Okay~”
Satisfied with the answer, Kyle held him tighter, and the two fell asleep in each other’s arms.