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

Chapter 184 The Poor Vampire is the Real Boss 7

Ni Qing took him back to her bedroom. His slightly delicate palms were covered with numerous cuts from the broken wooden stick. They weren't serious, but they hurt.

While the male lead was unconscious, she casually applied some medicine to herself.

Young Brewster lay quietly asleep on the girl's bed, his long, straight eyelashes trembling slightly, his brow furrowed, and his crimson lips pale; he slept restlessly.

He was seriously injured this time, and it took him a long time to slowly regain consciousness.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed, lazily propping her forehead up with her hand, tilting her head to look at him. After their eyes met, she parted her lips, revealing a smile, and said gently, "Your Highness, you're awake?"

Brewster looked up at her with his eyes lowered, and after a long while nodded, looking exceptionally obedient.

"How did you end up locked inside the fence?" she asked, feigning concern.

The other person lowered their head, their eyes trembling slightly: "I accidentally fell in." This was obviously a lie; how could the door be locked if someone fell in? But Ni Qing seemed to believe it and breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s good that Your Highness is alright,” she said.

Brewster blinked, glancing casually at the barely noticeable wound on her hand. The girl noticed it and concealed it without a trace.

It seemed that because she had decisively saved him, Brewster's attitude towards her had improved a lot. He was not only willing to hold her hand, but also took the initiative to follow behind her, which was somewhat clingy.

Vampires grow extremely fast. A month later, the child who used to stumble and fall while walking had grown to her waist, and her originally overly thin face had gradually become rounder.

During this time, Ni Qing fed him a lot, and his tender voice gradually developed a hoarseness that belonged to a young boy.

Every night, the vampires become incredibly excited, as if they've been injected with adrenaline. They dislike the daytime and are mostly active at night. At the westernmost part of the castle is a wine cellar, where the nobles' favorite wines are kept.

Because the servants dared not disobey their superiors, the guards there were relatively lax. As the soldiers laughed heartily, a quiet shadow flickered for a moment.

Then they left quietly.

He carried the high-proof liquor he had just acquired, and with practiced ease, he entered the courtyard. Looking at the butler, he said softly, "Butler, this is a gift from Mr. Busch..."

The slightly tipsy butler turned his head, giving him a suspicious look. Perhaps because he had also drunk quite a bit earlier, he appeared unusually calm: "Just leave it there. Now get out of here, you unlucky thing."

Intoxicated and disdainful, he didn't see the strange smile on the man's face: "Yes, Mr. Butler, good night." With that, he walked away step by step.

The next day, the steward died in the tiger's territory. His body was dismembered, some tissue fragments were torn to shreds, and flesh flew everywhere, some of which ended up in the beast's stomach.

This incident caused a huge uproar.

"Ni Qing, why do you think the butler would go to those wild animals' yard in the middle of the night?" Amin asked, bored and with a gossipy attitude.

Ni Qing glanced at the absent-minded Brewster and smiled slightly: "I heard from others that he got drunk and confused, and went to the wrong place."

As for whether it was true or not, she knew perfectly well.

"Maybe so. It's better that he's dead. We've disliked him for a long time. Hopefully, the next housekeeper will be better," Amin said casually, stretching.

“Then we won’t disturb you any longer. Let’s go back to our rooms and rest.” Ni Qing spoke up at the opportune moment, turning to look at the absent-minded male lead. “Your Highness, let me escort you back to your room.”

At first, Amin thought Ni Qing's interest was just a passing fancy, but she didn't expect her to keep this so-called abandoned vampire by her side. She couldn't help but feel a little conflicted: "Ni Qing, why are you so good to Brewster?"

He still calls him "Little Prince".

This title is only used by newcomers at the beginning, but unexpectedly Ni Qing has persisted for so long. These servants see perfectly well whether he has a chance to turn things around.

It won't make any waves at all.

He was cowardly and uncompetitive. When bullied, he didn't know how to fight back and would only timidly hide behind girls. He had no ambition.

Brewster raised his eyes and looked coldly at the girl who had stopped. When she turned to look at him, he already had a blank and curious expression on his face.

Ni Qing glanced at him thoughtfully, then turned and said, "Perhaps I have a bit of pity?"

mercy.

The young boy withdrew his gaze, his lowered eyes staring absently at the floor. He should have expected it; after all, he was utterly useless. What could the other party possibly want from him?

A rare, continuous drizzle fell tonight. Influenced by her genes, Ni Qing felt a little sleepy and slowly said, "Amin, we're leaving now."

After Amin nodded, she lowered her eyes and reached out to take Brewster's hand.

The young boy clearly stepped back, avoiding the movement. Ni Qing was taken aback, but didn't think much of it, and affectionately ruffled his silver hair: "What's wrong?"

Her voice is consistently pleasant and gentle.

Brewster shook his head, his beautiful, ruby-like eyes fixed on her: "Let's go." With that, he took the girl's hand.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. Brewster, who was walking ahead, fell behind the girl without realizing it, and the hand he was holding gradually loosened.

“Your Highness?” Ni Qing stopped and looked at Brewster, who stood motionless, with a puzzled expression.

The other person had lowered their eyelashes, and their silver hair obscured their expression. Something seemed off, and even their lip color was much paler.

The girl frowned, slowly bent down, and brushed a strand of hair aside: "What's wrong?"

Brewster seemed to suddenly feel unwell, biting his lip tightly, his sharp teeth drawing blood: "I'm in a period of weakness."

Ni Qing had never encountered the male lead's period of weakness before, so she was immediately flustered. She hadn't had a chance to ask Amin what would happen during the period of weakness.

"What do you need me to do?" Her worried expression seemed genuine.

Brewster shook his head, turning his face away weakly: "Just take me back to my room." These words shattered Ni Qing's heart.

After all, it's a child she raised herself, so it's natural for her to feel a bit overwhelmed with maternal love.

She silently took his hand again and followed his slow steps, walking carefully. Before long, the door of the dilapidated storeroom reappeared.

She skillfully opened the door to a pitch-black room, a damp and chilly atmosphere washing over her. Brewster looked up, offering a pale smile: "That'll be enough for now, thank you."

He became exceptionally polite, and his temper improved considerably.

Ni Qing looked at the messy room with a conflicted expression. There wasn't even a bed in it. Could Brewster, in his weakened state, endure it? Why wasn't this part in the original story?

After a struggle with her thoughts, she hesitated and lowered her head: "How about you come to my room tonight?"