Quick Transmigration: The Yandere Villain is Extremely Difficult to Mess With

Chapter 194 Foolish but Powerful Beauty vs. Delicate but Vampiric God of War (30)

Qin Meng had been watching He Suining's every move closely, noticing that she had chosen to drink tea instead of alcohol.

He seemed to understand something.

A fawning smile appeared on his face, and his tall, imposing figure pushed Tao, who was standing even closer, aside. He picked up the teapot beside him and bent down to pour tea for He Suining.

When the black tea is poured into the teacup, the red color looks very pure, bright but not strong, and you can even smell a faint fruity aroma when you get close.

This is from brewing good tea leaves.

He Suining glanced at him, then politely took a sip of her tea.

Qin Meng laughed even more heartily.

at this time.

Footsteps came hurriedly from that direction.

This drew the attention of everyone present. When they looked up, Qin Meng's expression changed, which was noticed by He Suining.

Although he calmed down quickly.

He Suining's eyes flickered slightly as she silently looked up at the person who had come, holding her teacup.

A family of three.

They were all dressed quite... how should I put it, like wild boars being observed in a zoo. They were clearly pigs, but they were covered in all sorts of random things.

The woman had rouge on her lips, her face was pale and powdery, her hair was styled in a bun, and she wore an evening gown and black gloves.

Men also dress up carefully.

The younger children next to them were wearing all sorts of jewelry and ornaments. They wore them on their necks, wrists, fingers, ears, and everything else they could find.

He Suining was curious.

If the skirt weren't so long that you couldn't see your feet, would you wear them on your toes too?

This flashy but impractical way of wearing it not only left them speechless, but even those who noticed them at the scene covered their mouths and chuckled.

Esta's face showed a "..." expression, which she quickly concealed.

He clearly knew this group of people.

He Suining found it strange.

These three people clearly aren't nobles, so how could they know Esta?

"Lord Esta! Greetings!" Qin Zhuang hurriedly bowed, then suddenly remembered something, snatched the gift box from the lady's hand, and respectfully presented it to her, "This is the perfume the Countess wanted, I... I have already prepared it."

Oh ~

A simple sentence.

He Suining understood why this group of people had gotten involved with Esta; it turned out they had a special skill.

Modern aristocrats do indeed enjoy perfume.

Esta wore a gentle smile that never changed. The maid glanced at the young master and took the box from him.

The item was accepted.

Qin Zhuang was even happier, and his smile, besides being obsequious, now had a touch of sincerity.

He seized the opportunity to introduce his daughter, which was also his main purpose for the day: "Lord Esta, this is my daughter, Qin Die. Little Die, quickly greet your master."

Esta then focused her gaze seriously on Qin Die's face.

Qin Die inherited her looks from Qin Zhuang and Daisy; she wasn't particularly beautiful, but she was still quite attractive.

She was shy and timid, a far cry from the arrogant and unreasonable demeanor she had displayed at the clothing store entrance.

"My lord..." Qin Die spoke in a sweet voice, raising her eyes slightly with a seductive gaze.

But to his surprise, he saw Qin Meng standing to the side.

She froze, then instinctively screamed, completely forgetting the occasion, "What are you doing here!?"

"Qin Die!!" Qin Zhuang's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.

Because he owned perfume and jewelry shops, he had the most dealings with these nobles.

Noble ladies and gentlemen hate people who have no manners the most.

Fortunately, Esta already has a very good reputation in the eyes of many people; he is kind and friendly, as long as you don't go against certain rules.

So, it's no surprise that Esta wasn't angry.

He glanced with interest at Qin Meng, who kept his head down and silently served He Suining, and asked, "Do you know this servant?"

"I...I..." Qin Die finally realized that she might have caused trouble.

Seeing that the adults weren't angry, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, having never seen much of a big scene, she didn't know how to answer and looked to her father for help.

Qin Zhuang quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

His smile twitched. "I don't know him, I don't know him..."

He Suining smiled.

The sound was exceptionally clear and distinct, which made Qin Die glare at her with annoyance, but she quickly covered it up.

"I'm quite curious."

With a gossipy expression on her face, He Suining leaned lazily towards the white backrest chair.

Just like someone who's bored and really wants to hear a story, "How did you two meet?"

This question was clearly not directed at Qin Die.

Qin Meng lowered his head, treating himself as a servant, but unlike ordinary servants, he was He Suining's servant, belonging solely to her.

"Just yesterday, I was..."

He recounted what had happened yesterday, slightly altering his wording to say that he was helping the young lady prepare her clothes.

Qin Die didn't understand what had happened.

Despite being pampered by her parents at a young age, her full face was filled with resentment, which she tried hard to hide.

Qin Zhuang suddenly understood something.

Before anyone could react, Qin Die was slapped across the face. "Apologize! Who told you to bump into Miss's people!"

"Dad!"

Qin Die simply couldn't understand it.

He was nothing more than a lowly servant; to put it bluntly, what was the difference between him and some slaves?

She was the daughter of a wealthy merchant, yet she had to apologize to a slave.

Don't do it!

He Suining remained silent and continued drinking his tea.

Esta had a gentle, harmless expression, but her words were harsher than anyone else's: "According to the current noble laws, those who offend nobles will be punished by being beaten to death or burned at the stake, or by being beaten five times with sticks as a form of punishment."

Qin Die knelt down with a thud, her face powder already soaked with sweat.

She was frightened.

For the first time in my life, I suddenly understood what social class meant.

He Suining frowned.

Thinking of something, he asked, "What's your name?"

Qin Zhuang, confused, quickly said, "My name is Qin Zhuang... but I used to be called Qin Zhuang."

He dared not hide it at all.

He Suining swallowed back her initial disapproval and continued drinking her tea.

It turns out he was the child's enemy.

When Esta saw that she remained silent, a hint of admiration and approval flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand, and with a slight movement of his white fingers adorned with a gemstone ring, he decided the course of a person's fate.

soon.

The soldiers came up and took Qin Die into custody.

Qin Die was forced to the ground, screaming loudly, "Dad! Mom, save me! No, no, help me—"

He Suining raised her eyes and looked around.

The nobles drank and chatted, some looking on with curiosity, others not even glancing at them.

It seems that such things are already a habit in their eyes.

boom.

"what!"

boom.

"what--"

boom.

"……what."

Qin Die's voice grew weaker and weaker.

Daisy was in tears, but she never stepped in to stop it.

Qin Zhuang watched everything in silence, his shrewd businessman's eyes filled with only regret.

Five blows to the buttocks and body don't sound like a lot.

In reality, these soldiers were quite ruthless. By the second blow, the wound was already bleeding, and after five blows, the area from the waist to the buttocks was a bloody mess.

Blood red stains were found on the ground and on the beautiful pure white dress.

It looks particularly terrifying.

He Suining lowered her eyes and stopped looking.

Qin Meng glanced at her.

Esta calmly waved her hand, "Drag it away."

Qin Zhuang dared not linger there any longer, and pulled Daisy along as they went.

An episode for the nobility has come to an end.

But Lady Qing still did not appear.

"It seems," He Suining said, losing patience. She found this kind of aristocratic banquet, so steeped in class distinctions, unbearable, reeking of money and cannibalism. "Madam Qing won't be coming, so I'll head back now."

It's impossible that Madam Qing hasn't arrived by now; the only possibility is that she doesn't intend to come.

Esta opened her mouth.

He wanted to persuade her to stay because there was a dance party later, and he wanted to invite He Suining to dance.

Seeing her resolute expression, he didn't say anything, just nodded and saw her out.

They called a carriage to take them all back.

Esta can't leave for the time being.

He Suining got into the carriage, glanced around, and surprisingly didn't see Qin Meng.

She frowned and looked at Tao. "Where is Qin Meng?"

"what?"

Tao then realized that Qin Meng was not there, and shook her head, "I don't know, he probably went out on something. Oh, Ningning, don't worry, he's such a big man, he can't possibly get lost."

He Suining said no more.

He gave the order to the man in the broken house: "Search for Qin Meng's whereabouts."

Based on the data collected from the database, the broken-down device quickly located his location and exclaimed, "Hello, [Host, he followed Qin Zhuang and the others, but secretly.]"

"Give me the address."

*

Just like last time, Qin Meng followed Qin Zhuang's family silently.

After being driven away by the soldiers.

Qin Zhuang immediately spent money to have Qin Die carried away and taken to a nearby clinic.

Daisy and he didn't stay; they went home instead.

It's still the familiar home.

Candlelight flickers.

On the wall were Daisy's weeping shadow and Qin Zhuang's constantly sighing figure.

Qin Meng leaned against the wall and heard Qin Zhuang talking to Daisy. Since Daisy couldn't reply, his words sounded more like he was talking to himself.

"In the end, it's because you didn't educate him properly!"

“I told you long ago, don’t get into conflicts with nobles. Now look what’s happened. I was thinking of giving her to Esta, even if she was just a mistress. Even if Esta didn’t like her, there are always other noblemen who would want her.”

"What use is Die'er if she becomes a cripple now?"

The crying continued.

Qin Zhuang became irritated. "Cry, cry, cry, what's there to cry about? Forget it, I don't think we can put all our hopes on Die'er. How about we have another one?"

I'm getting a bit old.

But who knows, after all, Daisy is young.

Think of this.

Qin Zhuang then stood up and took Daisy's hand.

Daisy paused for a moment, a flicker of fear crossing her beautiful eyes, but she didn't say anything, and as usual, she passively let him pull her along.

Qin Meng, who was outside, was speechless.

If he doesn't go in soon, he's likely to hear something he shouldn't hear.

That's really an ear-polluting experience.

Think of this.

Qin Meng simply and "refinedly" pushed the door open.

The sudden commotion startled Qin Zhuang. He instinctively thought that the noble gentlemen were determined to get rid of him. In the candlelight, his aged face was contorted with fear.

The face of Qin Meng was surprisingly similar to that of his uncle, whom he used to play with when he was a child.

One is loving, the other is hateful.

But it's all the same person.

"You, it's you!" Qin Zhuang didn't recognize the grown-up Qin Meng, but his memory wasn't that bad; he remembered that he was the servant beside that young lady back then.

He quickly got off Daisy.

Daisy hid behind Qin Zhuang in fear.

Qin Zhuang stood there grinning, rubbing his hands together. "Is...is there anything Lord Esta could do for you?"

Qin Meng hooked the door with his foot.

The door slammed shut, nearly blowing out the candlelight on the wall.

Standing beside the candlelight, Qin Meng seemed to be standing in the shadows, not very clearly visible, yet he gave Qin Zhuang a sense of familiarity.

He didn't know where this feeling came from.

I just felt a sense of danger.

Without wasting words, Qin Meng drew the sword from his back.

This sword was given to him by He Suining.

He had never seen blood with it.

"What...what are you going to do!" Qin Zhuang's voice was trembling with fear, and he cried out in a slurred tone, "Sir...you can't do this to us! Madam...yes, Madam wouldn't agree to this. We even made perfume that Madam likes. You can't kill us just because of my daughter!"

Qin Meng smiled and slowly approached Qin Zhuang, sword in hand.

His towering figure resembled that of an ancient god, his face completely shrouded in darkness, except for his strikingly red pupils.

"Alien!"

"Help!" Qin Zhuang suddenly shouted, but before he could finish, a sword was already at his neck, silencing his shout.

Qin Meng no longer concealed his identity and addressed him with exceptional warmth, "Uncle, it's been so many years, you've aged a lot."

"..."

Qin Zhuang's words were stuck in his throat.

He wondered if the tall, imposing man in front of him was sent by Asta to keep him from leaving, or perhaps it was that noble, beautiful, and charming lady.

I never thought of that.

He turned out to be the nephew who used to hug and shake his leg when he was little.

"...Qin, no, A Meng."

Qin Meng sneered, unmoved by the affectionate greeting. Instead, his bright red eyes gleamed with a terrifying malice. "My dear uncle, so you remember my name. It's truly an honor for Qin Meng. In that case, you must also miss my mother and father."

Don't worry, I'll take you down right away.

"No!" Qin Zhuang immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, completely oblivious to the concept of dignity.

All he knew was to survive, even if it meant being treated like a beast of burden.

As long as you're alive, there's always hope.

How could Qin Meng not understand his thoughts?

Qin Meng had waited too long for this day. He was expressionless, like an executioner, feeling no remorse, only the thrill of revenge.

Father.

Mother.

If you could know this from beyond the grave, you would surely be very pleased.

He raised his arm, and the shadow on the wall swayed endlessly like the tentacles of an evil god.

Puff.

Blood splattered on the wall.

A head turned and turned until it stopped at the edge of the bed.

Qin Meng has a good sense of propriety.

He still had to go back to see He Suining, so he couldn't change his clothes. Therefore, he couldn't get any blood on his body, but he could wipe his face clean with water.