Transmigrated to the Beastman World as a Veterinarian – CH47

Jian Mo remained unusually quiet after returning home.

When it was time to sleep, he dragged out his bedding and lay down as usual, intending to burrow into the giant wolf’s embrace under the covers.

Halfway through, he hesitated, his movements pausing subtly before he stayed still in place.

The wolf lowered his head to glance at Jian Mo and nudged closer to him.

Looking up, Jian Mo met the wolf’s gaze.

The wolf gently patted him with a paw and said in a low voice, “Sleep.”

Jian Mo’s thoughts were a tangled mess, leaving him restless. But hearing the wolf’s words, he felt strangely reassured. He stayed where he was, staring at the wolf. “Is there anything you want to say to me?”

The wolf asked back, “What?”

Jian Mo lay on his back. “Anything you want to tell me.”

The wolf replied, “Sleep. It’s late.”

Grinding his teeth a little, Jian Mo muttered, “Got it.”

His heart was a little heavy as he spoke. He thought sleep would evade him, but the familiar warmth beside him quickly lulled him into dreams.

When he woke the next morning, Jian Mo seemed to have forgotten the previous night’s events. His movements were brisk, and his mood appeared normal.

Wujiong silently observed him, seemingly on the verge of saying something but ultimately staying quiet.

After breakfast, Wujiong said, “I have to visit the Dianxin Tribe today. I might return late tonight. If I’m delayed, you should eat dinner first.”

Jian Mo waved it off. “Don’t worry. If I get hungry, I’ll just grab something to satisfy me.”

Wujiong nodded. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

Wujiong soon left.

With no specific tasks for the day, Jian Mo considered his usual habit of taking beast fur or fabric to the clearing to work on projects while chatting with the others.

In this place, trade was rare, and most needs had to be met with one’s own hands.

Beastmen and sub-beastmen alike crafted much of what they needed, and Jian Mo was no exception.

Today, however, Jian Mo didn’t head to the clearing.

He first visited the river to check on the Zhu Zhu Algae he’d planted earlier. Seeing that it was doing well, he made his way to Qing Kuo’s house.

Qing Kuo was busy making meat patties.

When he saw Jian Mo, Qing Kuo waved him over. “Perfect timing! I was just thinking about finding you. I can’t get the seasoning quite right—help me fix the flavor.”

Jian Mo walked over. “Sure. Do you have everything you need? If not, I can grab some from home.”

Qing Kuo pulled out a basket. “It’s all here—pepper blossom powder, shellfish powder, honey crystal powder, salt powder… I think that’s everything you use. If it’s not enough, we can trade for more.”

Jian Mo was surprised as he examined the contents. “You’ve got it all. I didn’t expect you to have so many seasonings.”

Qing Kuo grinned. “Ban Jiu and the others said your cooking is great, so I thought I’d learn from you. I traded for these seasonings, and they’ve made a big difference. Food really does taste better with them.”

“Cooking is all about balancing flavors,” Jian Mo remarked. “Why the sudden decision to make meat patties?”

“Well, the sun’s been out the past couple of days,” Qing Kuo explained. “I had a batch of meat thawing in the front yard. It defrosted under the sun, froze again at night, and repeated the cycle twice. The meat turned white from freezing, so I figured I’d make it into patties before it went bad.”

As he sprinkled seasonings into the minced meat, Jian Mo asked, “Should we make them saltier? They’ll last longer that way.”

“No need,” Qing Kuo replied. “Too much salt ruins the taste. Once they’re steamed, I’ll store them in the backyard under some beast hides to keep them out of the sun.”

Following Qing Kuo’s instructions, Jian Mo adjusted the seasoning, and together they shaped the minced meat into small patties, arranging them on trays to steam later.

While they worked, Qing Kuo suddenly remembered something. “Did you come looking for me for a reason?”

Jian Mo nodded. “When the weather warms up, the tribe will start gathering stones to build houses, right? Ahu’s house collapsed—it’ll need to be rebuilt first, won’t it?”

“That’s the plan, but it’ll take some time. Why do you ask?” Qing Kuo responded.

“I noticed the young people in the tribe can volunteer to carry stones. Can I volunteer as well?” Jian Mo asked.

Qing Kuo paused briefly. “Of course you can. You’re part of the tribe. If you want a house, we’ll help you build one. I just assumed you’d stay with the chief, so I didn’t ask.”

Jian Mo smiled faintly. “I’d like to volunteer for stones to build a house. As for living arrangements—that’s something for the future.”

Qing Kuo mulled it over. “Alright, I’ll make a note of it. If you don’t plan on staying with the chief, it makes sense to build your own house.”

After a moment of thought, Qing Kuo added, “Spring’s still a while away, and it’ll take time to finish building. If you’re not comfortable staying with the chief, there are some empty houses in the tribe. They’re smaller, but you can move in for now.”

“No need. I’m used to staying there,” Jian Mo said. “By the way, can you casually mention to Wujiong that I’m volunteering to collect stones to build a house?”

Qing Kuo raised an eyebrow at him.

Jian Mo held his gaze steadily, not shying away.

Qing Kuo laughed. “I really don’t understand you young people anymore. Alright, I’ll drop a hint for you.”

“Thanks. Honestly, I don’t get other young people either,” Jian Mo replied.

Qing Kuo seemed to relax, his mood brightening. “The chief’s easy to understand. He doesn’t have many things on his mind.”

After helping Qing Kuo finish the meat patties, Jian Mo bid him farewell and returned home.

That afternoon, with the warm sunlight streaming down, Jian Mo intended to do some work but ultimately ended up taking a nap upstairs instead.

By evening, Wujiong returned.

He looked at Jian Mo, as if about to say something but hesitated.

Jian Mo pretended not to notice and asked, “How about boiled meat slices for dinner? No need to prepare separate starches—I’ll just cook some tuber slices under the meat.”

Wujiong nodded. “Sounds good.”

Wujiong watched Jian Mo bustle about for a while before speaking. “Did you visit Qing Kuo today?”

Jian Mo replied casually, “Yeah, I asked him if I could volunteer to pick up stones.”

Wujiong’s long lashes lowered, casting shadows over his eyes that made him appear especially forlorn.

Jian Mo glanced at him, pursed his lips, and continued working.

Wujiong added wood to the hearth. The firelight illuminated his face, clearly showing his troubled mood.

Sitting on the other side, Jian Mo stretched out a leg and kicked Wujiong lightly. “Don’t you have something to say to me?”

Wujiong looked at him but said nothing about the house. Instead, he reached for the basket he’d brought and handed Jian Mo an item. “I went to the Dianxin Tribe today to have them make this wreath for me.”

The object he handed over was indeed a wreath. [1]

But it wasn’t an ordinary one. This wreath was crafted from metal and glass. The black metallic ring was smooth and polished, adorned with colorful glass in shades of red, yellow, green, and blue. These pieces of glass were arranged to resemble abstract yet beautiful flowers.

At a glance, the metal gleamed with a fine texture, while the glass sparkled like natural gemstones.

Jian Mo hadn’t realized that the tribe had managed to create such a wide range of colored glass, let alone that combining metal with glass could result in something so stunning.

The wreath was more than a mere decoration; it was a rare work of art.

Even compared to the history of craftsmanship he knew, Jian Mo had never seen a wreath more exquisite.

In the firelight, it shone brilliantly, almost painfully bright.

Having lived in this world for a while, Jian Mo was well aware of the meaning behind a wreath.

In this society, people used wreaths to express their feelings. Much like engagement rings in later eras, a wreath symbolized a proposal.

Jian Mo froze, overwhelmed and unsure of what to do. He looked up at Wujiong.

Today, he had gone and made a wreath.

The materials and intricate design clearly indicated how long Wujiong must have prepared for this.

Realizing this, Jian Mo felt something fill his chest, making it hard to breathe. His eyes stung slightly with emotion.

Wujiong spoke slowly. “Normally, wreaths are made in spring. But I didn’t want to wait that long. After much thought, I decided to make a wreath that would never wither.”

He handed the wreath to Jian Mo. “Yesterday, you asked if I had anything to say. This is what I wanted to tell you. I planned to finish the wreath before saying anything, but I didn’t expect you’d want to move out.”

Jian Mo’s emotions were all over the place as he murmured, “I wasn’t planning to move out. I only wanted some stones to make a small clinic, so people wouldn’t have to come to our home for treatment.”

Wujiong gently placed the wreath on Jian Mo’s head. “So, you weren’t planning to leave. You just wanted to make me anxious.”

Jian Mo mumbled, “Is that not allowed? Yesterday, the moment was right, but you didn’t say anything.”

Wujiong smiled faintly. “It’s allowed. But can you keep wearing the wreath?”

Jian Mo touched the wreath. “Why not?”

Wujiong looked at him, his voice deep. “I’m very happy today.”

Jian Mo sighed. “I’ve been through a rollercoaster.”

Wujiong chuckled again, smiling more today than he had in an entire year. “Same.”

Jian Mo sighed deeply, giving Wujiong’s foot another light kick. “When did you start feeling this way about me?”

Wujiong replied, “The day you gave Hong Qiu a scraping treatment.”

“That early?” Jian Mo asked, surprised.

“Mm. What about you?”

“I don’t know,” Jian Mo admitted. “At first, I wasn’t interested in men. And as for beastmen, I never thought of them that way. But I want to keep living with you. I want to sleep next to you. And I want you to only carry me.”

He paused, then met Wujiong’s gaze. “I like you. I like your looks, your personality, your beast form, your body, and your scent—”

Wujiong’s eyes gleamed. “I feel the same.”

Jian Mo touched the wreath again. “But I’m not a sub-beastman. I don’t have beast traits like ears or tails, and I can’t have children. If you’re with me, you won’t have descendants.”

Wujiong said firmly, “That doesn’t matter. Before you, I never even considered living with a sub-beastman.”

Jian Mo studied him before admitting, “I feel a little nervous.”

Looking at his wreath-adorned partner, Wujiong gently held Jian Mo’s wrist. “That’s okay.”

Wujiong leaned closer, taking up more and more of Jian Mo’s view.

Jian Mo could feel his breath.

Wujiong’s hand lightly pressed against Jian Mo’s nape, and Jian Mo didn’t resist.

The kiss that Jian Mo had imagined landing on his face yesterday finally happened today—but it landed on his lips instead.

Translator Notes:

1. You can picture the wreath like a crown worn on your head.