After taking a nice medicinal bath, Yi Mu felt much of his fatigue from the past few days dissipate.
Thinking of Xiang Cong in the study, he started to walk upstairs, but was stopped halfway by the butler.
The butler held a cup of warm blood in his hand and gently advised him.
"My lord, you've worked hard these past few days and haven't had much lunch. This was collected from the young girl we just bought. You must try it."
Yi Mu wasn't hungry; with Xiang Cong around, he wouldn't go hungry.
Furthermore, the smell of this blood was far less alluring than the scent of Xiang Cong.
"No need, take it away."
After Yi Mu finished speaking, he stepped onto the stairs.
The gentle-looking butler suddenly changed his expression, straightened up, and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth.
What's so great about that man?
Yi Mu stopped in his tracks, turned his head, looked at the butler's gritted teeth and slightly cold expression: "What did you say?"
The housekeeper watched helplessly as Xiang Cong moved in, and, overcome with jealousy, tried several times to dissuade Yi Mu from doing so.
He said that Xiang Cong's identity was unclear and that his background needed to be thoroughly investigated.
Yi Mu, however, unconditionally believed Xiang Cong and told him not to say anything more.
The steward has been by Yi Mu's side for hundreds of years, so he can be considered extremely loyal.
He thought he was just a dog, and Yimu should treat him with more respect, but Yimu didn't.
The resentment from not getting what you want is secondary.
The fact that others can easily obtain what one cannot obtain is the key reason why darkness grows in the steward's heart.
The butler picked up the tray of blood and drank it all in one gulp, then smashed the cup.
He had been holding back for days, but suddenly it all erupted, his handsome face contorted beyond recognition.
“If you insist on keeping this man of unknown origin, I have no choice but to leave.”
That tone sounds like a threat.
Yi Mu really wanted to tell this guy who was always fantasizing about him behind his back, "Then you better get lost."
But before he leaves, there are some things I need to figure out.
Yi Mu withdrew his foot from the stairs and turned to look at the handsome man.
As one of the male supporting character's top henchmen, the butler is not as gentle and refined as he appears.
His hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, and even the thick glasses couldn't hide the beastly greed in his eyes.
This greedy gaze was often fixed on Yi Mu, or more accurately, on the original owner of this body.
Having followed the original owner of this body for hundreds of years, this man developed a voyeuristic habit.
If he liked the original owner, then over several hundred years, he would have had plenty of opportunities to confess his feelings.
But he didn't. He chose to vent his shameful desires in the dark, where there was no light.
When you do something for a long time, it becomes a habit, and it's hard to take it any further.
This kind of unrequited love isn't called liking; it's called a desire for control.
Everything was fine as long as Yi Mu was by his side.
If someone else appears in Yi Mu's life, or if Yi Mu has any thoughts of leaving, he will definitely go crazy, just like he is behaving like this now.
Although Yi Mu was not as tall as the butler, when he stood in front of the butler, even with his head tilted back, his expression still conveyed a sense of superiority.
Yi Mu stared at the butler's crazed face, raised his hand expressionlessly, and slapped him across the face.
The steward froze, his centuries-old servility causing him to immediately buckle at the knees.
Before my brain could even process it, I had already reflexively knelt down.
"My lord..." he pleaded like a dog wagging its tail, begging for his master's forgiveness.
Yi Mu stretched out his foot and stomped hard on his knee. With a crack, the bone broke.
The butler's face turned pale, and he dared not utter a sound, enduring the insult.
How could he forget that the person in front of him was a peerless genius among the vampires, capable of taking on a powerful pureblood from the Northern Wolf Clan at the age of several hundred?
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