Chapter Ninety-Seven: Jiang Hu Became Her Exception

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Jiang Hu received blessings and inquiries from the entire crew, all asking about the situation between him and Mo Nian Nian. Jiang Hu neither confirmed nor denied it; his ambiguous attitude led everyone to believe the matter was true. A crowd of people congratulated him enthusiastically. Jiang Hu accepted their well-wishes with a smile. The young actress, with a look of surprise, said, “I never expected you and Nian Nian to actually get together, but it makes sense. Nian Nian has liked you for so long. Before, on set, she kept calling you ‘big brother’ all day—so cheesy, it was almost unbearable.” Because of that remark, Jiang Hu developed a somewhat favorable impression of the young actress. He nodded slightly and said, “Thank you.” “By the way, I’ve developed the photos of you and Nian Nian but kept forgetting to give them to you.” She hurriedly rummaged through her bag. “Ah, found them.” Her eyes brightened as she handed the photos to Jiang Hu.

In the pictures, Jiang Hu forcefully pressed Mo Nian Nian’s head down, pinning her beneath him as he bit his own skin fiercely. Mo Nian Nian tried to push him away but was restrained. The composition and the silhouettes in the photos were stunning—both alluring and tragic, far better than the official releases. The images instantly transported Jiang Hu back to that scene, reminding him of the moments he would gladly die for. Unfortunately, he could only reveal a hint of his dark obsession through such scenes. Jiang Hu carefully placed the photos into his pocket, preserving them. The light in his eyes softened little by little.

“I’m really happy you and Nian Nian are together. She’s liked you for a very long time.” Jiang Hu’s smile dimmed slightly. Yes, Nian Nian had liked him for so long; how could she suddenly stop liking him? Jiang Hu opened their chat history. In the beginning, Mo Nian Nian sent him three messages daily, filled with all kinds of elaborate flattery. He knew many others checked in under his Weibo posts, echoing the exact words she said. At that time, he resented her and never replied. Later, Mo Nian Nian broke through the darkness in his heart and rooted herself deeply within. Their roles reversed; her messages gradually decreased until they vanished completely. Jiang Hu didn’t understand. If Nian Nian didn’t like him, she could simply ignore him, so why did she keep helping him repeatedly? It was as if, after cruelly taking back his only warmth, she occasionally released a little kindness. His mood grew instantly restless, as if gripped tightly by a large hand, his chest constricted and his heart agitated. What exactly was Nian Nian thinking? He truly wanted to know. Nian Nian—he could never let go, no matter what, he would never let go!

That night, Jiang Hu drunkenly returned home again. After the person who brought him handed him over to Mo Nian Nian, they quickly left. Jiang Hu, smelling strongly of alcohol, flung himself onto Mo Nian Nian. Like a big cat, he acted spoiled, “Nian Nian~” Mo Nian Nian’s face was full of disdain. “Jiang Hu, how much have you drunk?” She tried to push him away, but he hugged her tighter. His eyes sparkled brightly. “Nian Nian, I miss you so much.” “Every minute, every second away from you, I miss you.” “Nian Nian~” “Have you been behaving at home? Have you eaten? Have you missed me?” The drunk Jiang Hu clung to Mo Nian Nian like an octopus, mumbling nonsense. Mo Nian Nian almost fell over because of him; she was both angry and annoyed. “Jiang Hu!” The reckoning from last night hadn’t been settled yet, and tonight he came again? What was this, planning to become an alcoholic? Mo Nian Nian felt pain in her heart and liver from frustration.

“Nian Nian.” Jiang Hu stared at her for a long time; his gaze suddenly grew sorrowful. “Why don’t you like me? Why did you suddenly stop liking me?” How cruel. He had barely found a sliver of warmth, and Nian Nian had taken it away so easily.

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Jiang Hu’s eyes grew even more sorrowful, like an abandoned big cat. He gazed at Mo Nian Nian foolishly. Mo Nian Nian felt a discomfort near her heart. “There isn’t always a ‘why’ between liking and not liking.” She reached out and grabbed Jiang Hu. “If you’re drunk, just go to sleep. Why ask so many pointless questions?” Suddenly, Jiang Hu lunged at her. Without any defense, Mo Nian Nian was pinned beneath him. “Nian Nian… why don’t you like me? I really, really… feel terrible.” Jiang Hu’s voice was low as he collapsed on top of her. “Jiang Hu, get off me!” This position made Mo Nian Nian extremely uncomfortable—awkward, uneasy, with a sense of confinement and pressure. Honestly, if it weren’t for Jiang Hu, she wouldn’t even know how many times she’d have died under someone else’s hands.

Jiang Hu buried his head deeply in Mo Nian Nian’s shoulder, clutching her collar so tightly that his fingertips whitened. Mo Nian Nian struggled twice but couldn’t break free. Not wanting to hurt him, she sighed helplessly. “Jiang Hu, feelings are unpredictable. I can’t help not liking you.” She rubbed her forehead wearily. “I must be crazy, talking nonsense to a drunk like this.” Mo Nian Nian’s shoulder felt wet; Jiang Hu gripped her hand even tighter. She tensed all over. She awkwardly didn’t know where to place her limbs. “Jiang Hu—” She gently pushed him. Jiang Hu tried to keep his voice calm, but a hint of sobbing slipped through. “Nian Nian… I’m begging you.” Mo Nian Nian froze completely. “Nian Nian, I really, really like you. Please don’t leave… okay?” Mo Nian Nian was at a loss. After a long pause, she said, “You… don’t cry.” Jiang Hu hugged her tightly as if wanting to become one with her. Mo Nian Nian’s headache worsened; she was terrible at handling such situations. If it were anyone else, she might have pulled up a stool and watched him cry, but Jiang Hu was the exception. Jiang Hu… Jiang Hu… Jiang Hu, she truly didn’t know how to deal with him. Jiang Hu had somehow become her exception. Mo Nian Nian didn’t know if that was good or bad. Whatever, following her heart was the best choice.

Her heart settled. “Jiang Hu, I can’t promise whether I’ll come to like you, but I will stay by your side.” Jiang Hu looked up; his dark eyes shimmered with tears, his eyes reddening. “Forever?” “Forever.” At worst, wasting a few decades more. Besides, whether he remembered in the morning was another matter altogether. [Male lead’s malice value -5, current malice value 59.] Mo Nian Nian squinted slightly, staring at Jiang Hu. She pushed him away and sat up. “Jiang Hu!” Jiang Hu’s gaze was faintly confused, but he smiled brightly at Mo Nian Nian. “I’m here.” The corners of his eyes reddened, shimmering endlessly. Mo Nian Nian slapped him. “Stop pretending!” The dog-like male lead was getting worse, now faking drunkenness to fool her. If he hadn’t been so happy and dropped five points from his malice value, Mo Nian Nian wouldn’t have noticed. Speaking of which, Mo Nian Nian grew even angrier. So he pretended last night too? The corners of her mouth stung slightly—the bite marks from Jiang Hu hadn't healed yet.

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Damn this dog. Mo Nian Nian’s gaze toward Jiang Hu flickered unpredictably. Jiang Hu realized something and gradually loosened his grip on her. He didn’t know where he had slipped up to let Nian Nian see through everything. He was confident in his acting skills. Mo Nian Nian gave a sarcastic smile. “So capable now? Can fake being drunk? Was last night fake too?” Three rapid-fire questions slammed onto Jiang Hu’s head. Jiang Hu lowered his head. “Sorry.” He admitted fault quickly. Mo Nian Nian smiled. “It’s okay. Let’s settle the scores properly.” “Nian Nian, I was wrong. I won’t do it again.” “You want to have a next time?” Jiang Hu obediently changed his tone. “I won’t dare again.” “So the past is just forgiven?” Jiang Hu glanced at Mo Nian Nian, cheeks flushing slightly. “If you want it back, you can have it.” Mo Nian Nian wanted to kill Jiang Hu, this troublemaker. She was both angry and helpless. “Get lost! Don’t let me see you.” Tricked again by this dog-like male lead, she was really furious. “No, Nian Nian said she’d never leave me.” Jiang Hu’s expression darkened as he clenched Mo Nian Nian’s sleeve. “You believe the lies?” “Nian Nian…” Jiang Hu’s long lashes trembled, eyes reddening. Seeing him about to cry again, Mo Nian Nian rubbed her forehead in frustration. “Fine, I’m scared of you.” “So Nian Nian agrees to stay by my side forever?” Jiang Hu’s expression shifted instantly. “A lifetime is too long. We’ll talk about it then.” She had seen too many loves and heartbreaks over time. Deep youthful affections—what were they worth against the erosion of time? Even the most passionate lovers eventually settled into calm. After passion fades, what remains? Endless trivial matters. Luckily, immortals don’t have such worries. She couldn’t understand why so many people willingly sought their own troubles.

Jiang Hu’s eyes were earnest. “I will love you forever, until the very end of my life.” The boy’s feelings were so fervent, a warmth flickered near Mo Nian Nian’s heart. She avoided Jiang Hu’s gaze. “Who can say what the future holds?” Suddenly she stood up. “Enough, go to sleep.” Mo Nian Nian slipped out of Jiang Hu’s room, her mood increasingly restless. She tapped the system: [System, come out and help me make some money.] The system wanted to refuse with dignity—it had its pride—but could only reluctantly respond in a flattering voice, [What now, host? What do you want to chat about?] [Were you created by that kid, the Heavenly Dao?] […That’s my Heavenly Dao daddy.] Everything in the world was under his control, after all. He was the only god of the three thousand small worlds. Mo Nian Nian rolled her eyes. [Seriously, is it true that without the seven emotions and six desires, one really has fewer troubles?]