C17 You Are a Monster That Sucks Human Blood!

"Do you want to take back what belongs to the Jiang family and put the Chi name on it again?"

Of course, who wouldn't want that? It's a dream come true.

"Yes," she replied. How could she not want it? Deep down, she was just thinking she couldn't let them have it easy.

"How about I help you?" Yeming tempted Zaozao.

"Is there such a thing as a free lunch in this world?" Zaozao asked.

The milk in her cup was already gone. She wasn't thirsty, maybe just nervous, always thinking of doing something to ease her tension.

Yeming chuckled, then got up naturally to pour Zaozao another glass of milk.

Zaozao felt a bit embarrassed. "Thank you."

The atmosphere was a bit awkward because Yeming didn't seem to want to answer Zaozao.

With Yeming silent, Zaozao had no choice but to hold her milk cup and continue drinking.

Finally, Zaozao couldn't stand the silence anymore and said, "Could you say something? I'm about to be sick from drinking all this milk."

A hearty laugh broke the tension.

"Don't just laugh, okay?"

"Alright, but I'm not sure how to speak in a way that eases your fears," Yeming said, suddenly turning serious.

"It won't threaten my life, will it?" Zaozao asked, trembling.

Di Yeming maintained his enigmatic smile and said, "I won't."

"But..."

When Chi Zaozao heard Yeming say "I won't," she felt a bit relieved. Yet, why did he have to add a twist, speaking with such suspense?

"But what?"

"But it's almost the same."

"Almost the same as what?" Zaozao asked. She wanted those two scoundrels to get what they deserved, but not if it meant harming herself.

Unexpectedly, Yeming laughed, "Look at you, all scared. We live in a society governed by law. As a law-abiding citizen, why would I do something like that?"

"Then why did you ask me here today...?" Was it just to make her some warm milk?

"You asked me if I believe in the concept of souls, so let me ask you, do you believe in the existence of vampires?" Yeming's smile was playful, and Zaozao couldn't understand or predict what Yeming was plotting or trying to convey at this moment.

"Answer my question. Do you believe in the existence of the Blood Clan?"

Zaozao felt uneasy because she suddenly recalled some scattered images from that night. In those embarrassing moments, she remembered this man leaning over her neck. At that time, she vaguely felt as if all her blood was flowing into his body.

However, afterward, she didn't find any marks on his neck, except for those crimson, suggestive traces—there were no wounds or anything like that. But the question Yeming just asked made Chi Zaozao suspicious. "You’re not some kind of blood-sucking creature, are you?"

Chi Zaozao spoke without thinking, and immediately regretted it. After all, she didn't know the situation yet. Besides, if something so fantastical were true, even if the man sitting in front of her was part of this so-called Blood Clan, she couldn't just call him a monster.