Free Web NovelChapter 116: Chapter 116: Han Soi is Enraged
When he regained his sanity in his spiritual sea, only to find her there and how she fixed him, pulling him from deep despair. How she rubbed against him, how their spiritual souls entangled with each other. It was too much for him, but he liked this feeling. He liked how she chose to pull him from the Abyss.
Even if it meant entering his spiritual sea. How she had coaxed him to come back.
And when he finally opened his eyes again...
She was there.
Right in front of him.
And in that instant, clarity struck him like lightning.
He was never going to let her go.
He lowered his head slightly, burying his face into her hair, inhaling her scent deeply again. It was the only thing that could calm the storm inside him. His breathing slowly steadied, but the obsession in his eyes only grew darker.
"You are Yue Yue," he whispered, his voice low and hoarse.
His arms tightened, as if afraid she would disappear if he loosened them even a little.
"And you can only be mine."
The words were quiet, but they carried a terrifying certainty.
There was no doubt or hesitation.
He didn’t care about morality.
He didn’t care about heaven’s rules.
He didn’t care about what was right or wrong.
All he cared about was her.
Even if he had to destroy everything else.
He closed his eyes again, pressing his cheek against her forehead, surrounding her completely with his presence. His heartbeat was strong, steady, and possessive.
Outside, the night remained silent.
Inside the room, a dangerous peace settled. freewёbnoνel.com
Yue Yue slept on, unaware that she was being held not by protection, but by a man who had already lost his sanity and had decided that she was the only thing left worth keeping.
No matter the cost.
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Han Soi stormed back to his room like a walking disaster.
The moment the door slammed shut, he exploded. He grabbed a heavy antique chair and hurled it against the wall, watching it shatter into dust. He wasn’t just angry; he was suffering.
"That sly, disgusting man!" Han Soi roared, his voice shaking the windows.
He could not believe that Feng Yanshen had actually succeeded in creating a wedge between him and Yue Yue.
He had never seen her look at him with such disappointment before. It felt like a knife twisting in his gut.
How could he explain to her that it was all an act? He knew the High Priest had won this round, and the feeling of powerlessness was driving him insane.
"Reflect? She wants me to reflect?" he snarled, kicking a low table so hard it splintered into a thousand pieces.
"I should reflect on why I didn’t kill him when I had the chance!"
He created absolute havoc. He tore down the silk curtains, smashed the decorative vases, and flipped the heavy furniture. Within minutes, the luxurious room was unrecognizable. It looked like a battlefield.
Outside the door, the temple servants stood huddled together, trembling.
They could hear the sounds of destruction and feel the suffocating, heavy aura of an SSS orc leaking through the cracks in the door. It was terrifying.
"Is this how he reflects?" one servant whispered, his face pale.
"Lady Yue Yue told him to be quiet, and he is acting like a wild beast!"
"He has no respect for the temple," another muttered angrily.
"He beat our High Priest and now he destroys our property. I hope the High Priest wakes up soon and teaches this arrogant man a lesson he will never forget."
They were devoted to Feng Yanshen, and in their eyes, Han Soi was nothing but a violent rival who didn’t deserve a female as perfect as Yue Yue. They wanted him gone.
Inside the room, Han Soi finally ran out of things to break. His chest was heaving, and his knuckles were bleeding from punching the stone walls.
He slid down against the side of the bed, burying his face in his hands. His mind was dark, filled with thoughts of blood and revenge. He felt like he was losing his mind.
But then, as he turned his head to the side, his breath hitched.
There, in the middle of the large bed, sat the golden incubator. The small, quiet egg rested peacefully inside the glass, glowing with a soft, steady light.
Han Soi froze. The violent red mist in his eyes cleared instantly. He sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, horror washing over him.
"Oh, beast god..." he whispered, his voice trembling.
How could he have forgotten? His son was right here.
In his blind rage to destroy everything, he had been releasing a terrifying, aggressive aura in the same room as his unhatched child. He felt a wave of intense shame that made his previous anger seem like nothing.
He scrambled to his knees and crawled toward the incubator, his movements now incredibly gentle. He reached out with a shaking, blood stained hand and touched the glass.
"I’m sorry, son," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. "I’m so sorry. I lost control. Your father is a fool."
He leaned his forehead against the cool glass of the incubator, finally letting out the tears he had been holding back. He felt like a failure as a husband and a father. He sat there for a long time, just watching the egg.
"That shameless man is trying to take your mother away from us." Han Soi murmured to the egg, sharing his heart like the child could already hear him.
"He’s clever, son. He acts weak so she will pity him. And your father... your father is useless. I just growl and fight, and it only makes her push me away."
He clenched his fist, but this time there was no violence in it, only a grim determination.
"But don’t worry," he promised, his gaze turning sharp and focused. "I won’t let him win. I will take your mother back. I will teach that man that no matter how many tricks he plays, he can’t break the bond of our family. I’ll be better. For her, and for you."
The room was still a mess of ruins, but the air was finally calm.
Han Soi sat guard by his son’s side, waiting for the night to pass, planning exactly how he would win back his mate’s heart.
