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Chapter 76 Nan Feng: The Clown is Actually Me?
Chapter 76 Nan Feng: The Clown is Actually Me?
"The funniest part is yet to come!"
Bibi Dong pointed to the courtyard outside the palace, her fingers trembling: "Last night! I was exhausted all day, my bones felt like they were falling apart, all I wanted was to come back and get a good night's sleep!"
"The moment I walked in, I saw you roasting lamb in my bedroom! You'd made a complete mess of the yard with smoke and dust! And you'd trampled all my flowers to smithereens!"
"Do you know how angry I was back then?!"
"I work myself to the bone out there, and when I come home I find you wreaking havoc on the house?!"
"But I endured it!"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her voice slightly choked: "I was thinking about your inexplicable questioning during the day, and I figured you might have suffered some kind of mental shock. I won't hold it against you!"
"Since you're going to make a fuss, I'll treat you like a child, coax you, play along, have a meal with you, and calmly ask you what's wrong, if there's anything you can't say."
"result?!"
Bibi Dong sneered, tears finally streaming down her face: "You're doing it again, you fucking thing!"
"What does the power of a god matter? What does Qian Renxue matter? What does your soul blood pact matter? You're just rambling on and on with a bunch of nonsense!"
"You just won't tell me what's wrong with you!"
"But even so, I still endured it!"
"Okay! And then?!"
"You've gone missing!"
Bibi Dong suddenly stood up, rushed to Nan Feng, grabbed his collar, and her voice became hysterical again: "You haven't been seen all day! Not even a fart! I couldn't find you anywhere!"
"I'm worried you've really gone mad! Have some kind of accident happened to you!"
"Now that you're finally back, what's the result?!"
"It's this same old stunt every time we meet! Trying to distance themselves from me again! Acting like it's my life!"
"Nan Feng! When will you ever stop?!"
"Do you think my life is too long, and you're only satisfied when you've driven me to my death with anger?!"
"ah?!"
"Say something!!"
Nan Feng was completely dumbfounded when he saw the woman in front of him, who was crying her eyes out yet was incredibly fierce.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found himself seemingly—truly speechless.
This script is wrong!
He was the one who came to confront them, he was the one who wanted to show his decisiveness and aloofness, so how come he's the one being scolded now?
and----
Hearing her say that, it seems, probably, maybe—
Is he really being a bit too dramatic?
"that----"
Nan Feng swallowed hard, his eyes darting around, his imposing aura instantly weakening considerably: "Um—don't get so worked up—"
"Getting angry is bad for your health and can easily cause wrinkles."
"roll!!"
"Bang-!"
The heavy door of the palace slammed shut just 0.01 centimeters from his nose, the gust of wind ruffling the stray hairs on Nan Feng's forehead.
Nan Feng sat on the cold jade steps, still in the position he had been kicked out, staring blankly at the tightly closed door in front of him.
A night breeze swept by, carrying a few fallen leaves, creating a particularly desolate scene.
"no----"
Nan Feng blinked, his mind a complete mess.
"Didn't I just lecture Qian Renxue?"
He raised his hand and scratched his head stiffly.
Just ten minutes ago, in the imperial kitchen, he pointed at Qian Renxue's forehead like a philosopher and righteously lectured her: "Don't presumptuously impose your will on others."
"Don't think that just because I've put in the effort, others should be grateful."
"That's foolish, that's self-pity."
Those words still ring in my ears, resounding with conviction.
The results of it?
He then turned around and went to find Bibi Dong, putting on a melodramatic show: "I've given so much for you, but you don't trust me, so I'm very hurt, and I want to cut ties with you."
Nan Feng's lips twitched violently.
That boomerang really hit the mark, and it really hurt.
This isn't him educating Qian Renxue; it's him looking in the mirror and scolding himself!
"and----"
Nanfeng began to review the situation.
If we look at it from Bibi Dong's perspective—
She had just become pope and was beset by internal and external troubles, keeping her extremely busy.
And what about him?
First, he inexplicably went on a crazy rant about "you will kill me in the future";
Then he disappeared for the whole day, making her live in fear;
She finally came back, and not only did she not help, she even wanted to separate from her family.
Even when she was at her most exhausted, they still had a barbecue and destroyed things in the place where she was sleeping!
Finally, when she couldn't take it anymore and exploded, he said with a wronged look, "You don't believe me, and I'm so sad."
Nan Feng covered his face in anguish.
"Holy crap—"
"I'm such an idiot."
This is more than just a tiny bit excessive.
This is just ridiculous, unreasonable, and asking for trouble!
He even thought of himself as a calm and rational mastermind, a strategist who could calculate everything perfectly.
After all that fuss, it turns out I was the clown myself?
"Awkward----"
Nan Feng sat on the ground, his toes almost digging a three-bedroom apartment out of the floor tiles.
That cool look of "decisive departure" and "heartbroken" has completely collapsed.
Now that they've been kicked out, do they still have any dignity?
Nan Feng sat on the cold steps, hesitating for less than three seconds.
"Tsk."
""
He smacked his lips, patted his bottom, and stood up.
"Forget it, what's the point of having any shame?"
He's not the kind of teenager who's still in puberty and values his pride more than his life.
He had already sold off his dignity and self-respect by the pound the moment he decided to become a parasite in order to survive.
Moreover, he is a reasonable person.
Based on Bibi Dong's tearful accusations and his own debriefing, the events of the past few days—indeed—were largely his fault.
If you're wrong, admit it; if you're going to get punished, stand up straight.
He's not the kind of idiot who knows he's wrong but stubbornly insists on arguing for the sake of saving face.
He has always been a good kid who admits his mistakes and corrects them.
Thinking of this, Nan Feng took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and placed his hand on the heavy door again.
"Squeak—"
The bedroom was dimly lit, with only a soul-guiding lamp by the bedside emitting a soft glow.
Bibi Dong was already lying on her side on the bed, with her back to the door, covered with a thin blanket, breathing steadily, as if she had fallen asleep.
But Nanfeng knew she wasn't asleep.
He tiptoed over and slowly approached the bed. Then, he carefully lifted a corner of the blanket and slipped inside with incredibly smooth movements.
Immediately afterwards, he hugged Bibi Dong's soft body from behind.
"roll!"
Bibi Dong's body tensed up suddenly, and she instinctively tried to use her soul power to blast him away.
"No, no, no! I was wrong, I was wrong!"
Nan Feng was prepared. With lightning speed, he grabbed her hands and held them tightly in his palms, pressing himself against her back like a rogue, not giving her a chance to exert any force: "I was really wrong! This time I truly know I was wrong!"
"I must have lost my mind, I must have acted stupidly, I must have been ungrateful."
"Your Holiness the Pope is magnanimous; please don't stoop to the level of a dim-witted spider, okay?"
Bibi Dong struggled a couple of times, but realizing the bastard was using all his strength, she gave up. She gave a cold snort, closed her eyes, and didn't want to pay him any attention.
Seeing that she no longer resisted, Nan Feng breathed a sigh of relief, rested his chin on her shoulder, and said sincerely, "Dong'er—Your Holiness—I have truly repented."
"I just thought about it, and I realize I really went too far."
"I will try to stay calmer in the future. No matter what happens, I will think it through first. I will never act impulsively. I will definitely discuss things with you before doing anything, and I will never mess around again."
"Oh."
Bibi Dong, with her eyes closed, let out a cold laugh: "How many times have you said this nonsense?"
"Nan Feng, your credit with me has long been overdrawn to a negative level. Do you think I'll still trust you?"
"This time is different! There are objective reasons this time!"
Nan Feng quickly defended himself, his tone tinged with grievance: "It's not that I was talking nonsense before, it's mainly because of that Rakshasa Secret Realm!"
"Ever since my mind was impacted by the evil thoughts in there, it's been like a boiling pot, I just can't calm down. I've been in a state of inexplicable excitement and irritability."
"There are some things that I rationally want to be more cautious about, but when emotions rise up and I act impulsively, I can't control myself."
Nan Feng buried his face in Bibi Dong's neck and rubbed against her: "That's why I'm subconsciously terrified of that awful place; I really have a psychological trauma from it."
"And yet these past few days you've been threatening me with the Rakshasa Secret Realm all the time, saying you need to go in and clear your head."
"I get really scared as soon as I hear those words! When that feeling of fear hits me, I start to go crazy and start talking nonsense."
At this point, Nan Feng loosened his grip slightly, turned Bibi Dong's body around so that she was facing him.
He looked into Bibi Dong's still cold eyes and said earnestly, "So I admit, I bear a lot of responsibility for my crazy outbursts, tantrums, and attempts to distance myself from you these past few days. I was an idiot."
"but----"
Nan Feng changed the subject abruptly, saying matter-of-factly, "You also bear some responsibility."
"If you didn't scare me, if you didn't provoke me with that awful place, would I have been able to have a stress response?"
Ultimately, it takes two to tango.
"So, we're even now, right?"