Quick Transmigration: The Villainous Female Supporting Character Became the Male Lead's Beloved

Chapter 183 The Poor Vampire is the Real Boss 6

Day after day, she would still bring him extra blood-clotting agents. Half-vampires weren't entirely law-abiding; they would secretly share food that the nobles disliked.

Ni Qing followed behind Brewster, watching calmly as the group of people furtively gathered in the corner. Noticing their gazes, the group turned around and looked over with a hint of wariness.

The leader slowly stood up. He was an ordinary-looking man with a lewd and malevolent aura between his brows, and he didn't look like a good person at all.

This man is named Huang Yu. In his human days, he committed all sorts of evil deeds, including murder and arson, and was often wanted as a fugitive with a bounty on his head. Now, as a vampire, he is a tyrant in charge, and everyone has no choice but to submit to him.

Huang Yu smiled, revealing teeth stained yellow from smoking, and said with what he thought was an air of dominance, "This is the new little sister, would you like to come and share?"

The male lead's height wasn't very noticeable, but when Huang Yu saw that Brewster was following behind him, his expression instantly fell: "But that bastard behind you, you can't."

He thought he was very flirtatious.

Half-vampires would usually be extremely grateful, and some would even sacrifice their bodies and souls for power. The man looked at her with considerable confidence, seemingly fully aware of her next move.

Ni Qing's expression remained unchanged as she gently declined, "No need, thank you for your kindness, but we have other matters to attend to, so we'll be leaving now." Even though the girl's expression was as gentle as ever, the child beside her still sensed her subtle dislike.

She either hates this behavior or hates the vampire race.

Huang Yu's expression turned cold, and after a long pause, he said with ease, "Then I'm sorry, you won't expose this, right?"

It is also against etiquette to drink aristocratic food in private.

The girl left alone with Brewster, without looking back, as if she hadn't heard him.

When they reached the back garden, Brewster stopped, looked up at her calmly, and asked, "If I had said I wanted to eat it, would you have gone to get it for me?"

Ni Qing was taken aback, then smiled sweetly and said, "If Your Highness wishes, I am willing to try."

The child pursed his lips, his bloodshot eyes thoughtful. After a long while, he tilted his head and said with a hint of malice, "Are you doing this to curry favor with me? Let me tell you, I'm just a discarded pawn, worthless."

He wanted to see the other person's surprised or regretful expression.

Unexpectedly, Ni Qing's expression remained unchanged as she softly asked, "So, Your Highness? No one can be measured by the word 'value.' Everyone lives with their own meaning; 'value' only makes people cheap."

Brewster's eyes flickered slightly, his thoughts in turmoil.

Ni Qing thought to herself with smug satisfaction: "103, isn't that incredibly pretentious? And this isn't enough to make him the 'white moonlight'? I'll bite a hundred holes in him for free."

103: "Don't be arrogant or complacent."

She chuckled dismissively.

Happy times always pass too quickly, and before long, the housekeeper issued a call to assemble. Amin arrived late, but now that she was much better, she had to get to work.

Each servant was assigned tasks of varying difficulty. Brewster seemed to have gotten used to Ni Qing's presence, standing comfortably beside her, his slightly bruised little hand casually held by the girl.

The butler noticed this, narrowed his eyes, and gave a cold, enigmatic laugh: "Oh, my dear young prince, you seem to be in good spirits these past few days. Why don't you go and feed Mr. Busch's tigers?"

They used polite language, yet they were offensive in every way.

Brewster lowered his head, behaving as usual, and timidly said, "Yes, sir."

Ni Qing frowned imperceptibly. Although he was the male lead and Heaven wouldn't let him die, feeding such a young child to tigers... for some reason, he felt that Ni Qing was the one who was fed to tigers.

The housekeeper is keeping a close eye on her, and she can't leave right now.

Brewster squeezed her hand slightly in a reassuring manner, then released it expressionlessly, expertly searching for raw meat to find the tiger that Brewster was tending in the backyard.

The wild beast was still resting, lying lazily on the grass, its eyes closed, the sunlight shining brightly, making it feel relaxed.

Vampires are very sensitive to light and will never approach them on their own. While the tiger was sleeping, he quietly found a conspicuous spot, carefully placed the raw meat down, and then retreated back to the enclosure.

Just as I was about to turn around, I suddenly bumped into someone.

He looked up alertly at the person who had come in—the butler.

The other person looked down at him with a beaming smile, appearing exceptionally kind. Only he knew how wicked the dark heart beneath that expression truly was.

The other person reached out and coldly pushed him through the railing, then happily locked it. The height of the railing wasn't particularly challenging, but it was more than enough to confine Brewster.

The wisps of light looked exceptionally sacred, but when they fell on the body, they burned intensely, causing unbearable pain, and making the delicate, beautiful face even paler.

He couldn't open his mouth to call for help, otherwise he would wake the tiger.

The steward gave him one last look and said compassionately, "Poor little prince, you will be burned to death by the scorching sun. No one wants to hear this terrible news."

After saying that, he left without hesitation.

After he left, Brewster looked away, bored. He was already used to this level of pain; he wouldn't let himself die in such a place.

Thinking of this, his bloodshot eyes surged with malice. There was a dog hole in the fence, which he had dug just in case; it was usually hidden by weeds.

Now it will come in handy, but he can't leave easily. He has to be "tortured" before he can leave in a life-threatening situation.

After a long time, the sun grew hotter and hotter. He gritted his teeth and kept himself from losing consciousness, walking step by step toward the hole he had dug.

Perhaps due to a lack of concentration, he stepped on a dead branch. The crisp sound made the sleeping tiger's ears twitch, and it opened its cold-blooded beastly eyes warily, looking precisely at the culprit.

It’s over.

Brewster gritted his teeth, and as expected, the tiger, enraged by the disturbance and invasion of its territory, lunged forward, baring its teeth.

He was slightly startled and was about to dodge when a shadow suddenly appeared behind him. The person was holding a sturdy wooden stick and smashed it heavily into its eyes.

The tiger was hit squarely, let out a scream, and staggered back several meters.

His vision blurred as he turned his head and collapsed weakly, enveloped in a faint fragrance. This scent... belonged to that half-vampire.

Ni Qing glanced coldly at the tiger, then scooped up the male lead and jumped over the fence.