Chapter 110: Gentle Human x Fierce Wolf Beast 22

Downtown A City.

On the last day of October, Jian Tong and Li Xiao held a wedding ceremony witnessed by their family and friends, leaving everyone in awe.

The photographer captured the couple’s joyous moments and offered his sincerest blessings.

Cheng Jun and Ning Si also attended, as they were considering holding their own wedding.

As for Xi Jing, he only sent a gift and didn’t attend, mainly due to his mobility issues.

After being kidnapped and tormented by Luo Yi, Xi Jing had long harbored resentment toward this beast world. If he could, he would have returned to the 21st century.

Sometimes, without comparison, there is no harm.

He had completely lost interest in love and romance, immersing himself solely in his music composition. Having experienced pain, his music gained a touch of maturity and melancholy, leading to a shift in his style.

The male lead, once infamous for stealing songs from his predecessors, finally began to rise. He compiled the songs he remembered into a collection, allowing the forgotten melodies of history to resurface.

Moreover, he started writing his own songs, composing and performing them himself.

Gradually, through his own efforts, he carved out a new place for himself in the music industry.

Ning Si found a taciturn rabbit beastman to take care of Xi Jing’s daily needs, ensuring he wouldn’t push himself to the brink of death again.

As for Xi Jing’s songwriting endeavors, Ning Si didn’t oppose them and even supported him, believing it was better than wallowing in self-pity every day.

While Xi Jing re-entered the music scene, Ning Si opened an entertainment company, signing artists and continuing his old profession.

Jian Tong, on the other hand, took the opposite path. He abandoned the fame and fortune of the entertainment industry and opened a traditional Chinese medicine clinic in A City as his main profession.

He returned to his original life trajectory, becoming a skilled and renowned TCM doctor.

Xi Jing sought him out for his leg disability, but Jian Tong’s medical skills could only allow Xi Jing to feel his legs temporarily, not enabling him to stand for long.

Even with the best medicine, Xi Jing could only stand briefly, never regaining the ability to walk as freely as before.

This was because Xi Jing had been too severely damaged; otherwise, the outcome might not have been so dire.

Xi Jing had prepared himself mentally, and being able to stand briefly was already satisfying for him.

He never entered a romantic relationship again in this lifetime, as the psychological scars left by Luo Yi made him utterly uninterested in pursuing any beastman partner.

Three years later.

On a sunny and pleasant day, just after finishing work at his TCM clinic, Jian Tong was pulled by Ning Si to attend his birthday party.

As soon as Jian Tong entered, he saw Xi Jing passionately duetting with another popular singer, surrounded by well-known celebrities from the entertainment industry.

From actors to singers, the guest list was diverse.

He looked up at Ning Si, who had brought him there, his gentle black eyes showing a hint of surprise.

“You’re making such a big deal out of your birthday this year?”

The past two years hadn’t seen such extravagance, so he wondered what had happened this time.

Ning Si raised an eyebrow and said, “This year coincides with my company going public. I mentioned earlier that I’d celebrate, so I’m using my birthday as an excuse to invite everyone to have some fun. Just enjoy yourself.”

Jian Tong followed him inside, “Alright.”

He found a seat and sat down, eating and drinking while occasionally watching the artists sing and dance, thoroughly entertained.

After settling Jian Tong, Ning Si went off to chat and toast with his company’s artists, bustling with activity, but Jian Tong was still happy.

After watching for a while, Jian Tong sent a message to Li Xiao, saying he’d be home late.

Li Xiao: [Got it. Come home early.]

Jian Tong: [Alright. I’ll stay a bit longer. Have the driver pick me up at Ning Si’s place.]

Li Xiao: [I’ll come get you.]

Jian Tong: [Sure.]

They exchanged a few more casual messages before Jian Tong put away his communicator and turned his attention to the two artists dancing energetically. He picked up a glass of whiskey from the table and slowly sipped it, eventually finishing most of the bottle.

He leaned on his hand, his eyes seemingly unfocused as he stared ahead.

A strikingly beautiful fox beastman sat down beside him, looking at Jian Tong curiously, “Aren’t you going to join in?”

Jian Tong tilted his head, his slightly intoxicated black eyes meeting the fox’s gaze.

“Join what?”

The fox pointed at the beastmen in the dance floor, “Aren’t you going to dance with them?”

Jian Tong shook his head, “Their dancing is boring. I don’t want to join them.”

It wasn’t that Jian Tong was being overly critical, but the dances and songs of the 26th century were culturally lacking. Their movements seemed shallow and uninspired, far from the vibrant and diverse dances of the past.

The fox blinked, “Boring? The two who just danced won the talent dance competition last month. They’re highly sought-after performers.”

Jian Tong, his eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol, glanced back at the dancers in the center of the floor.

After a moment, he repeated, “It’s just boring.”

His own dancing skills from his university days were better than what those two were showing.

Their movements were empty, devoid of soul, like lifeless puppets.

Even their motions weren’t graceful.

Jian Tong’s comment of “boring” was already lenient. If he were to truly critique them, the two dancers might have started a fight with him.

Unaware of Jian Tong’s background, the fox beastman simply thought the deer beastman had no taste. How could dances loved by so many beastmen fail to impress him? Was the guy blind?

“You…” He wanted to explain, but he stopped himself, gritting his teeth as he said to Jian Tong, “You tasteless guy! You’re just an ignorant beastman. I’m wasting my breath talking to you.”

“You don’t know how to appreciate art,” he concluded with a final judgment.

Jian Tong stared straight at him, “It’s genuinely boring, not that I don’t know how to appreciate it.”

“I love dancing, but their dancing has no redeeming qualities. I don’t like it.”

He was somewhat drunk, or else he wouldn’t have engaged in such a verbal sparring match.

The fox snorted, “If you’re so good, why don’t you show us? If you can’t, then stop talking nonsense.”

“Fine, I’ll do it,” Jian Tong removed his jacket, a determined look in his eyes as he faced the fox. “Dancing is the art of physical movement and emotional expression, not the random stacking of dull motions.”

With that, he walked straight to the dance floor and tapped the shoulders of the two dancers.

“Mind letting me have the floor for a bit?”

The two dancers shrugged and made way for Jian Tong at the center of the dance floor.

Jian Tong scanned the room and spotted Xi Jing, who had stopped singing, in the corner. He waved at him, “Let’s collaborate one more time.”

Xi Jing’s hands gripping his wheelchair tightened, and under the gaze of the crowd, he stood up.

“Alright, let’s do it.” Since their last performance together in the 21st century, he and Jian Tong had never shared a stage again.

Now, in a different time and space, they could finally collaborate once more.

Xi Jing endured the slight pain in his legs as he walked out, picked up the microphone, and began to sing.

As the music started, the gentle and elegant young man in the dance floor transformed into a fiery and dynamic dancer.

His slender hands moved like graceful butterflies, his waist swaying softly with the rhythm of the music, dancing like drifting clouds.

His movements were light and agile, his steps crisp and precise.

As the lyrics flowed, his actions shifted seamlessly, complementing the meaning of the song.

A single glance and a faint smile were enough to captivate everyone’s hearts.

The room erupted in cheers and screams.

Everyone was completely absorbed in the stunning visual feast, their eyes glued to Jian Tong’s every move.

The fox beastman, who had earlier dismissed Jian Tong as lacking appreciation, now stared in shock at the dancer in the center of the floor, wishing he could strangle his past self.

Damn it…

All he could think was, “Those moves are killer! Can he just keep dancing forever?”

He had to admit, he’d been too harsh on the guy earlier.

Ning Si, seeing the crowd’s enthusiastic reaction, paused his socializing and joined the others in watching Jian Tong, silently praising his dancing skills.

Compared to the dancers of this era, Jian Tong truly deserved to be called a master.

Every second was breathtaking, and even in a simple white shirt, he danced with irresistible charm.

As the dance ended, Jian Tong, his face slightly flushed, walked back to the starry-eyed fox beastman, panting, “That’s what real dancing is.”

“A dancer uses their body as a vessel to convey complex emotions—joy, sorrow, love, hatred—through every movement and every glance…”

He leaned on the table and continued, “Allowing the audience to connect with the dancer and share in their emotions.”

The fox stammered, “I… I… I was the one who didn’t know how to appreciate it.”

Jian Tong nodded in satisfaction, then picked up a glass of wine and took a big gulp. Grabbing his jacket, he walked out of the banquet hall.

Xi Jing put down the microphone and returned to his wheelchair. The past entanglements between him and Jian Tong gradually faded, each shining in their own place.

Ning Si watched Jian Tong’s retreating figure with regret, lamenting that the man refused to sign with his company. Otherwise, he could have made Jian Tong a global sensation.

As Jian Tong stepped out of Ning Si’s house, he saw his wolf beastman partner waiting for him at the entrance.

He got into Li Xiao’s hovercraft, his bright eyes gazing at the beastman in the driver’s seat.

“Li Xiao, let’s go home.”

Li Xiao started the hovercraft and drove his slightly drunk partner home.

And so, the two spent their lives together, side by side.