Chapter 71: You Are a Werewolf

When Bai Yan saw the dangerous look in Jiang Chengyan’s eyes, she lowered her head and glanced at the pearls on her shoes. Then she hopped right in front of him and planted a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Do you think you can dismiss me as easily as you would a sheep?” Jiang Chengyan’s lips curled at an angle, his voice growing increasingly menacing.

Seeing Bai Yan begin to shrink back, he reached out and grabbed her by the scruff of her neck, pulling her closer. “You want wolf fangs? How about I give you mine?”

The words came out chillingly, making Bai Yan freeze for a moment. Suddenly, she reached out and pried open his mouth, and upon seeing those gleaming white teeth, she shuddered.

Why did he seem more terrifying than a wolf?

“You… you’re not a wolf,” Bai Yan said, her voice trembling.

“No, I’m not a wolf. But I eat rabbits,” Jiang Chengyan wrapped his arm around her, cornering her in a nook of the small storeroom.

Bai Yan stared wide-eyed at him. Jiang Chengyan leaned in until their noses almost touched, the distance between them vanishing. “Then tell me, what am I?”

“You… you… you’re a wolf… a werewolf…” Bai Yan stammered.

With those words, her head slumped to the side, and she suddenly collapsed.

Jiang Chengyan hurriedly caught her in his arms, pinched the bridge of her nose to revive her, but she remained unconscious.

Her breathing was perfectly normal, and she wasn’t pretending to sleep… she had simply fainted outright.

Was he really that frightening?

“Brother, I heard sister-in-law likes chicken soup, so I brought you a chicken,” Zhao Chujie swaggered into the courtyard just as Jiang Chengyan finished settling Bai Yan, dropping a large rooster onto the woodpile.

“Keep it for yourself,” Jiang Chengyan replied, knowing full well that Bai Yan preferred old hens. Rooster meat was tough, and she probably wouldn’t enjoy it.

“What would I do with it? We still have one at home. Who knew chickens could be so skittish? I accidentally broke the jar, and both of them just freaked out and died,” Zhao Chujie complained, “Their stress response is really something.”

Jiang Chengyan had been sitting by the door, washing potatoes. When he heard Zhao Chujie say this, his hands paused.

Stress response.

Their little rabbit had just fainted—probably from stress as well.

But to her, did being close to him really seem so terrifying?

“Didn’t you used to keep ducks and geese? How come they’re all gone? Actually, raising some rabbits or pigeons would be good, too—great for your health!” Zhao Chujie idly commented, chewing on a stem of foxtail grass. He’d just looked around and found that this large courtyard really only had one chicken coop, with just two old hens left for laying eggs.

Jiang Chengyan didn’t answer. But the answer was obvious.

Their little rabbit had made it clear—except for old hens, no other animals were allowed in the yard.

If you promised to keep rabbits, you must do it with single-minded devotion.

………………

When Bai Yan woke up, it was already noon.

Remembering how she’d been frightened into fainting, she hid under her quilt, unwilling to come out.

“With the way you are, how do you expect to bear my bunny children?” The man entered with a bowl of steamed egg custard. Bai Yan poked her head out to take a look; outside several baskets of small mushrooms were neatly arranged.

“At this rate, I’ll probably never have children in this lifetime,” Jiang Chengyan placed the egg custard in her arms.

“That’s not true. Us rabbits… we’re actually very fertile,” Bai Yan replied meekly.

“Yes, they certainly are,” Jiang Chengyan massaged his brow. “A rabbit can have several in one litter. The key is, after just about a month, they can give birth to baby rabbits…”