In order to survive, she forced herself to have a happy ending with the yandere villain.

At the celebration banquet, Mo Zilin only chatted with his father's old friend for a few words before turning around and seeing that Qiao Wanwan had disappeared.

"Junior Sister Wanwan!"

Could it have been taken away by someone else?

Junior Sister Wanwan has taken medicine; she cannot be taken away by anyone.

He panicked and rushed to where Qiao Wanwan had been standing.

But they found that only Chunxia was there.

"Young Master Zilin?"

"Where is your young lady? Where did she go?"

"My young lady's clothes are dirty, so the maids here took her back to her room to change. She'll be back in a bit."

"Later? When?"

"Well... Chunxia isn't quite sure either."

Mo Zilin felt angry seeing Chunxia leave so confidently about Qiao Wanwan.

He shouted at her:

"As Wanwan's personal maid, why aren't you going with your young lady? What are you good for?"

Chunxia, ​​feeling wronged after being hit so hard, couldn't help but feel aggrieved.

"Young Master Zilin, Miss just said..."

Mo Zilin interrupted Chunxia directly.

"I don't care what your young lady says, shouldn't she have come and told me when she left? What did you just promise me? If anything happens to Junior Sister Wanwan, I'll hold you responsible. Humph!"

"Young Master Zilin..."

When Chunxia saw the maid who had taken the young lady out return, she felt like a savior had arrived.

He asked the approaching maid:

"Where is my young lady? Why didn't she come with us?"

The maid returned and repeated:

"Miss Qiao has been summoned again. She specifically sent me to inform you. Please rest assured, you can go back to your room and wait."

Before Chunxia could respond, Mo Zilin, who had overheard the conversation, grabbed the maid's arm and asked in a panic:

"You were summoned? Who?"

"I don't know either. But Miss Qiao knows her, so I went with her without worry."

Chunxia had some guesses in her mind; there was only one person who had previously sought out prostitutes.

Miss, you went with me this time without hesitation, it must be that person, right?

Although she was used to hearing rumors about Young Master Xie, she was also very afraid of him.

But the young lady isn't afraid, so she should be fine.

"In that case, you may leave now. I already understand what Miss meant."

"Yes."

Chunxia dismissed the maid and, seeing that Young Master Zilin still had a questioning look on his face, said goodbye to him.

"Young Master Zilin, please rest assured, my young lady knows what she's doing. Chunxia is just following her instructions and has taken her leave."

"... "

Mo Zilin's mind was filled with thoughts:

Junior Sister Wanwan drank the tea that I had spiked, so the medicine should have taken effect by now.

The thought of his beloved junior sister Wanwan being indulged in the pleasures of other men filled him with panic.

Who called Junior Sister Wanwan away?

Mo Zilin thought of someone who was highly suspicious.

He looked around and, sure enough, the person who was supposed to be at today's celebration banquet was not there.

His face was ashen, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing as he gritted his teeth and uttered a name.

"Gu...chao...mu!"

He immediately rushed out of the celebration banquet and began searching frantically.

They searched several courtyards and the men's guest rooms, but couldn't find Qiao Wanwan and Gu Chaomu.

His mood worsened, and he muttered to himself:

"Junior sister, you must wait for your senior brother. Your senior brother will be here to rescue you soon."

As he passed by a courtyard, he suddenly heard his junior sister Wanwan's soft voice inside.

When they rushed over, they saw a brightly lit room where the candlelight cast the shadows of a man and a woman, which were clearly visible on the paper coverings of the doors and windows.

The two embraced intimately, seemingly kissing.

Then, the woman's hand was grabbed by the man's large hand, and in Mo Zilin's eyes, the two were actually holding hands.

The woman even let out a delicate cry of pain.

"Ah, it hurts!"

To those unaware of the situation, it sounds like intimate anecdotes between a man and a woman.

He stared intently, his eyes practically blazing with fury; if they were real, they could have burned the entire house to the ground.

"Junior sister!!"

"Gu Chaomu! How dare you bully my junior sister! I'll kill you!"

Mo Zilin drew his sword and charged forward.

Unexpectedly, two men in black appeared in front of him, their faces covered so that their features could not be seen, blocking his way.

"Who are you? Get out of my way."

"I'm sorry, my young master is inside on business, and it's not convenient for outsiders to go in."

"Doing favors? Using my junior sister as a favor? I'll kill you all."

The men in black then drew their swords and fought to block Mo Zilin's path.

The swords clattered and clanged.

This caught the attention of the people inside.

Qiao Wanwan watched as the man cruelly slashed her palm with a dagger, leaving a bloody gash that dripped onto the floor.

A faint, pleasant smell of blood wafted from the space.

She immediately pulled her hand back, covered her wound, her face filled with terror, and took a few steps back, asking:

"Xie Ze, what are you doing? Why did you hurt me with a knife?"

The man smiled seductively, slowly raised the blood-stained dagger, and licked it onto his tongue.

He looked exactly like a bloodthirsty vampire with red eyes, and he squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

That's the taste of blood.

The man suddenly stared at Qiao Wanwan's wound and reminded her again:

"Didn't I tell you? I wanted to see how you hid your injuries."

"!!"

Qiao Wanwan's face turned pale, and she began to panic.

Does he already know something?

No, this is my own secret, I can't let him know.

Otherwise, she might become the target of his venting.

She thought that if the man found out, he might use a knife, whip her, or inflict other cruel tortures on her.

Her body shuddered.

Even if Qiao Wanwan had several lives, it wouldn't be enough for him to play with; people could die from this.

Therefore, he must never know about my cheat code.

He could see that the blood on his hands was about to stop flowing.

She cruelly pressed her fingernails into the wound, making it worse. The wound healed more slowly, and the blood began to trickle down.

She forced a smile, her lips pale, and said:

"I don't have any skill to hide wounds. You must have been dreaming that day to dream that I was injured."

No, I know your taste very well.

"What...what does that smell!"

Qiao Wanwan's eyes darkened, and she cursed inwardly:

Are you born in the Year of the Dog?

It tastes good again!

"You don't believe me? Your blood has a peculiar taste."

“My…my blood.”

Qiao Wanwan was somewhat shocked. What did he mean by that?

Isn't blood always supposed to smell bloody? Why does it also have a strange smell?

Is it...

Her body has been able to heal because of this blood?

Qiao Wanwan dared not be certain, nor dared she deny it.

Because she doesn't know it herself.

"Blood just tastes like blood, it doesn't have any other taste. You must be mistaken."

"no!"

The man reached out and grabbed the woman's injured hand again, trying to bring it to his lips.

Qiao Wanwan became anxious.

He simply used his other hand to raise a slap and delivered it.

With a loud "slap," a faint red handprint instantly appeared on the man's pale cheek.

Qiao Wanwan was still angrily cursing:

"Ah, you actually want to suck my blood like a vampire? Are you a pervert?"

"... "

The man's face was turned to the side by the blow, and he remained motionless. His long, dark hair obscured his face, making it impossible to discern his expression.

Qiao Wanwan felt a burning pain in her palms, and she wanted to say something to make amends for her rash behavior.

But the thought of her current predicament and the fact that her wounds were almost healed made her realize that her condition was not good.

Without thinking twice, he rushed out of the room and shouted at the people fighting outside:

"Stop, stop fighting."

"Junior Sister Wanwan, are you alright?"

Qiao Wanwan hurriedly came out of the courtyard, urging him anxiously:

"Senior brother, let's go quickly."

"it is good."

...

Zhong Shi, the man in black, hurried back to his room and saw the young master standing blankly by the door.

He called out to him with some concern:

"Master."

"... "