After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain

To put it bluntly, that phone call saved Rong Fan's life.

Amidst the noisy rain, the urgent ringing snapped Bo Jingmo out of his lost rationality.

His eyes widened abruptly, staring blankly at the scene before him.

Rong Fan had already lost consciousness from excessive blood loss and oxygen deprivation.

Blood was everywhere—on the floor, clothes, and hands.

It looked like a scene from a massive slaughter.

Bo Jingmo loosened his grip.

"Clang—"

The dagger fell to the ground with a crisp metallic sound.

"Hello, is this Mr. Bo?"

"...Yes."

The thunder rumbled outside, creating a gloomy atmosphere, but in this narrow, bloodstained hallway, the clerk's voice sounded exceptionally clear and pleasant.

"The ring you custom-ordered at our store a month ago has arrived."

In that instant, Bo Jingmo froze completely. His pupils trembled, the remnants of bloodlust still lingering in his eyes as he whispered, "...Ring?"

The clerk spoke politely and respectfully, "Yes. You mentioned we should call you immediately when it arrived. Our store hasn't closed yet, but our delivery staff have left for the day. Would you like to pick it up today, or shall we arrange delivery tomorrow?"

The man shuddered violently and suddenly said, "I—I'll come get it. I'm coming right now."

Right, he had ordered a ring for Lili.

Nothing can go wrong...

No accidents can happen.

Looking at Rong Fan lying on the ground, Bo Jingmo leaned against the wall, catching his breath. Suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart, he made another call.

"Come up immediately to handle the scene. Keep a close eye on him."

After a pause, he added,

"And call a doctor."

After briefly tending to his wounds, his phone died.

Afraid the store might close, Bo Jingmo hurried to retrieve the ring.

The moment he held the ring, his frantic heart finally found solace.

Right... Lili said she wanted to marry him.

He wasn't like Rong Fan.

This thought sustained Bo Jingmo all the way home.

When he saw the woman standing at the door, he even thought it might be a hallucination born from longing.

Only now, after personally placing the ring on Yu Li's finger, did Bo Jingmo's restless emotions suddenly calm.

His gaze softened as he brushed aside her hair, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead, murmuring:

"Lili, my regret is fulfilled."

In that other world, Bo Jingmo had also custom-ordered a ring.

But before it could be completed, they got into that car accident.

This lingering regret was finally fulfilled now.

Yu Li looked down at the ring on her finger, momentarily stunned into silence. After a long while, she finally spoke softly, "...Bo Jingmo, I want to turn on the lights to see it properly."

"Okay."

With a click,

the entrance light turned on, allowing Yu Li to fully see the ring's design.

The diamond sparkled brilliantly under the light. The silver band wasn't a common design either—it featured a unique pattern resembling two small clouds lifting the diamond.

Her fingertips lightly traced the ring before being gently held by the man. "These clouds... I designed them for Black Moon."

Yu Li's eyes curved into crescents.

"It must love it."

Then she looked up again, her gaze lingering on the cuts on Bo Jingmo's face.

The fine knife marks didn't mar his features—instead, they added a sharp, dangerous edge to his otherwise cool and aloof face.

Yu Li's smile deepened. "Still so handsome."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head up with a light laugh to kiss him.

"I love it. Thank you, hubby."

As she absently rubbed the ring, she suddenly remembered wedding bands usually come in pairs.

"Where's yours? Let me put it on you."

Bo Jingmo took out the box and handed it to her.

Inside was a matching men's wedding band.

Unable to help herself, Yu Li's eyes curved again as she carefully slid it onto Bo Jingmo's finger.

Looking at their matching rings, Yu Li suddenly looked up with a bright smile.

"Bo Jingmo, I'm really happy."

She cupped his face, eyes shining.

"I love this feeling of staking our claim—so everyone knows you're mine, and I'm yours."

"Our relationship is between us. You don't need to measure us by other people's standards."

Yu Li didn't need Bo Jingmo to be overly considerate—after all, she wasn't someone who followed conventional morals either.

Her fingertips lightly brushed his wounds as she murmured, "Bo Jingmo, this really is my fault. I should've told you earlier."

The man immediately shook his head. "No, Lili, it's not your—"

Before he could finish, Yu Li covered his mouth.

Smiling gently, she added, "It is my fault. I forgot to consider your perspective. If our positions were reversed, I would've been much worse—those people probably wouldn't have survived this long."

Bo Jingmo had been incredibly tolerant.

Yu Li thought—if her boyfriend suddenly had teammates appear out of nowhere, people he'd once risked his life with, including a girl who'd been like a first love to him...

She would've killed them all immediately.

Because they would distract Bo Jingmo's attention.

And Bo Jingmo's gaze should only be on her.

The rain pattered against the window, its crisp rhythm only heightening the intimate atmosphere.

She tilted her head slightly, blinking at him.

"So I'm apologizing now. Hubby, don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Bo Jingmo froze momentarily before sweeping her up into a bridal carry.

A faint sigh seemed to echo in the air.

"My wife has never done anything wrong."

Yu Li's eyes crinkled with laughter as she rested her chin on his shoulder, arms looping around his neck.

The diamond refracted delicate sparkles across her slender fingers, accentuating her fair skin.

As they tumbled onto the bed, Yu Li gazed at her ring and whispered:

"Bo Jingmo... will you give me another ring like this when we go home?"

The man, who'd been removing his clothes to shower, paused mid-motion.

He knelt on the bed with one knee, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

"I will, wife."

Yu Li laughed softly.

"That's wonderful."

Suddenly, she lightly tugged at Bo Jingmo's tie, undoing it.

Then, an inky darkness surged from behind her—like storm clouds invading the room.

In the next second, the black mist enveloped them completely.

Yu Li tilted her head up, smiling as she whispered by his ear:

"Bo Jingmo, I'll share my memories with you."

This way, you won't be left in the dark anymore.

Yu Li was willing to share all her memories—of Yu Jiao, Xin Hao, Qi Cheng'an, even Rong Fan—with Bo Jingmo.

Truthfully, she'd almost forgotten how she first met Rong Fan.

Not when she saved him—

But much earlier—

"Hey, Limu, doesn't that boy look familiar?"