27. I will always love you, deeply love you.

The delicate and slender neck, like a kitten’s, was tightly gripped by an icy hand. The little one, still in a deep sleep, remained unaware of the chilling intent surrounding him.

As the air in his lungs diminished, the newborn, who had recently left his mother’s womb, ceased to breathe altogether.

“You’ve gone mad!”

Having just visited her sister, Yan Zijue turned around to check on her young nephew, only to witness such a scene—her brother-in-law attempting to strangle his own son!

The strength of a vampire prince should not be underestimated, but fortunately, Yan Zijue’s cry for help attracted others.

Due to the special identities of both parents, many people were paying attention to the birth of this child, and there were also members of the Supernatural Control Center present at the hospital.

Several individuals worked together to pull Prince Kate away from the incubator, where the baby lay motionless without any signs of breathing.

The nurses hastily connected the equipment, yet before they could start resuscitation, a pair of eyes, as red as pigeon blood, slowly opened, calmly gazing at the onlookers.

Prince Kate, whose arm was twisted and held down, suddenly stopped struggling. Yan Zijue and the members of the Supernatural Control Center did not dare to let their guard down and continued to restrain him.

A few Vampire Clan members, who had been silently lurking in a corner, suddenly turned around to face the incubator, bowing their heads and kneeling on one knee.

Prince Kate made a slight movement, causing Yan Zijue to hesitate before releasing his brother-in-law. As she did, she saw him close his eyes and, with an equally unwilling expression, also kneel down.

The monitor attached to the incubator displayed a flat line on the electrocardiogram, showing no signs of activity.

However, the nurses seemed oblivious to what they were seeing and started stepping back.

Frowning, Yan Zijue approached the incubator.

The crimson eyes remained calm and still, locking gazes with his aunt. In the silence, a barely audible “crack” sounded, and the slightly awkward position of the nephew’s neck returned to normal.

A tremor ran through Yan Zijue’s hand, resting on the side of the incubator.

Prince Kate had actually snapped the neck of his own biological son.

The shrill alarm of the electrocardiograph abruptly ceased, and the green line on the monitor began to fluctuate once more.

When those eyes closed again, Prince Kate, with a pale face full of melancholy, raised his head and resented, “He almost killed Sue. He’s not your nephew at all; he’s a damned monster! Now that he’s awake, no one can kill him. Are you satisfied?”

…

Yan Ling is indeed the son of Yan Zishu and Prince Moore Kate.

However, there is something different about him.

His atavistic bloodline endowed Yan Ling with immeasurable power even in the womb, inevitably plundering the nourishment from his mother’s body.

It can be said that Yan Ling has been well-behaved. Vampire infants with atavistic bloodline are extremely rare, with the last occurrence being over three hundred years ago.

That baby crawled out of his mother’s torn belly.

The mother died on the spot.

Yan Ling knew how to restrain himself. He spent most of the time in his mother’s womb sleeping and took in nutrients with moderation. Even Prince Kate didn’t notice anything wrong with this pregnancy.

In addition to his innate power, Yan Ling also carried the ancestral instinct of being weary of immortality.

Therefore, in Prince Kate’s eyes, it was not a problem for a child who wanted to die to be sent on his way by his own hand.

Yan Zishu was still unconscious, and Prince Kate resolutely refused to acknowledge this child. Yan Zijue could only take Yan Ling back to his own home—staying in the hospital meant the risk of Prince Kate going insane in the middle of the night and killing his own son. Even the Vampire Clan members who approached Yan Ling would be forced to their knees by the invisible pressure released by him.

Yan Zijue carefully observed Yan Ling’s delicate and beautiful features, wondering how this child couldn’t be his sister’s. It was as if they were carved from the same mold, unmistakably her own flesh and blood.

The broken neck bone, which had been snapped by Prince Kate, had already healed, and the bruises quickly faded away, leaving no trace on Yan Ling. This was the eternal life bestowed by the atavistic bloodline.

No one could kill this child.

…

During that time at the hospital, many people witnessed the scene of the vampire prince repeatedly kneeling and paying respect to his own son. This matter was quickly reported to the Supernatural Control Center.

After discussions within the center, the Chief personally went to meet Prince Kate.

The Chief hoped that this child could grow up under the center’s supervision, while Prince Kate couldn’t wait to distance himself from his cheap son. The two reached an agreement immediately.

After all, he was not his own son, and the Supernatural Control Center had no malicious intent, so Yan Zijue could only let the people from the center take Yan Ling away.

Yan Ling grew rapidly. After staying at Yan Zijue’s house for only a few months, he had already reached the size of a three-year-old human child. Moreover, it was evident that his mental development was even faster than his physical growth.

On the day of departure, it was actually Yan Ling who comforted Yan Zijue. His eyes were clear black when there was no hunger or danger.

“Auntie, don’t be sad. I will take care of myself,” Yan Ling nestled in Yan Zijue’s arms. He leaned closer and gently pressed his cheek against Yan Zijue’s, softly saying, “If Mom wakes up, please tell her for me.”

“I’m sorry. I hurt you.”

…

Prince Moore Kate sold his biological son, and within a few days, he took his wife Yan Zishu to their private estate in Europe for recuperation. Yan Zijue was in the midst of a career rise, and he might not be able to return to City A for several months.

Yan Ling was left alone at the Supernatural Control Center.

The center provided him with the best living conditions and education while also keeping a close watch on him. It was as if they were guarding a dangerous little monster.

For a long time, the only person who dared to approach Yan Ling was that fool, Luo Haoxuan.

It wasn’t until later, when Yan Zishu made a full recovery. She did have the intention to see her son, but under the continuous instigation and manipulation of Prince Kate, that green-tea vampire, Yan Zishu successfully developed an invisible sense of estrangement toward Yan Ling.

Prince Kate tried all means, from coaxing to threats, from crying to pretending to commit suicide, and managed to keep Yan Zishu in Europe.

The mother and son had only one video call, but it was too awkward, and they hung up in less than a minute.

Later on, Vincent, who was squatting in the deep mountains and old forests of Europe guarding the graves, heard about a young master with an atavistic bloodline in China. He proactively approached Prince Kate, returned to his homeland after a hundred years of absence, and became Yan Ling’s steward.

After rephrasing and selecting the parts that could be shared, Yan Ling propped himself up and saw the slight frown on Qiu Rong’s face with the help of a bedside lamp.

He squinted his eyes and gently kissed Puppy Qiu’s forehead, speaking in a warm voice, “Don’t frown, they are just trivial matters.”

Qiu Rong felt uneasy in his heart. He embraced Yan Ling’s waist and said, “How can they be trivial matters? How could he treat you like that?”

It’s not good to badmouth someone behind their back, especially when that person is your father-in-law. Qiu Rong held back his words repeatedly but couldn’t help it anymore. “Is he an unweaned child? How could he compete with his own son for favor?”

“Haha.” Yan Ling recalled the hostile gaze Prince Kate had cast upon him and felt that Qiu Rong’s description was accurate. He nodded and said, “He is indeed somewhat obsessive.”

“Not just somewhat, but extremely! Can your mother bear with him?” Qiu Rong became angrier the more he spoke, wishing he could fly to Europe right now and give his foreign father-in-law a punch.

How big could a newborn baby be? How could that person do such a thing?

Qiu Rong dared not imagine. If Mrs. Yan Zijue hadn’t taken a detour to visit her little nephew back then, what would have happened to Yan Ling…

…Would Yan Ling even exist?

Would he still be able to encounter this Ragdoll cat that made him feel warmth again?

Overwhelmed by fear and tenderness, Qiu Rong lowered his eyes. He saw Yan Ling lazily lying on him, his dark eyes still filled with the warm yellow light of the night lamp, appearing gentle and calm. Suddenly, Qiu Rong sat up and adjusted Yan Ling’s shoulder.

The CEO, inexplicably, raised his head, and Qiu Rong brushed aside the stray strands of Yan Ling’s hair, leaning in and earnestly kissing his smooth forehead.

With strong arms enclosing him, Qiu Rong rested his chin on Yan Ling’s shoulder. His palm caressed the CEO’s neck and glided down to his back, stroking the cat’s fur comfortably.

With a gentle voice by his ear, Qiu Rong said, “It’s not your fault that your mother had complications during childbirth. Don’t blame yourself.”

Chest against chest, their breaths resonating, Qiu Rong leaned his head to kiss Yan Ling’s earlobe, solemnly stating, “He doesn’t love you, but I love you.”

“I will love you always, deeply love you.”

“So, don’t be sad anymore.”

Yan Ling sat on Qiu Rong’s lap, tightly embraced, not feeling sad or wanting to cry. He couldn’t describe the feeling in his heart, but at this moment, he felt that all the past became unimportant.

Whether it was the wounds he had suffered or the pain he had experienced, they could all be smoothed away by this embrace.

Yan Ling didn’t realize he was smiling. He allowed Qiu Rong to cherish and dote on him, savoring the moment before speaking, “Let’s do it.”

“Hmm?” Qiu Rong loosened his arms.

Yan Ling held onto Qiu Rong’s neck and looked at him, asking softly, “Don’t you want to?”

The embrace was warm enough, but the cat was greedy. He wanted even more warmth.

Warmth that would make him never have to look back at the past again, as long as he and his little dog could be happy forever.

Qiu Rong didn’t say anything more. He tilted his head and kissed Yan Ling’s lips.

The night lamp grew darker in sleep mode until it extinguished.

The phone placed on the bedside table rang several times, with notifications popping up continuously.

But nobody paid attention to them.

The next day at noon, Qiu Rong remembered to reply to the messages.

Huo Ye: Chief! I’ve contacted Danny! I’ve always wanted to thank you, but my brother said you’ve been busy, so I didn’t dare to disturb you.

Huo Ye: He’s still in Europe. He said he was put under house arrest by his parents because of the incident when he bit me. He probably won’t come back to the country in the short term, right?

Huo Ye: But I plan to go to Europe during the summer vacation to find him, hehe~

Huo Ye: I owe it to you this time! Thank you, Chief! If there’s anything I can help with in the future, please let me know!

Huo Ye: By the way… please don’t tell my brother about going to Europe. Pretty please (/begging) (/begging)

Qiu Rong stared at the phone screen for a while, then opened the chat window.

Zheng Rong: Alright, got it.

Last night, Qiu Rong sent a message to Huo Ye while he was on his way to the parking lot alone, asking about how things were going with the young vampire and indirectly inquiring about the young master’s current whereabouts.

Now, receiving a reply, Qiu Rong felt foolish.

Huo Ye was being played around by the young vampire, so what use could he be?

Vampires have silver tongues, deceiving ghosts.

If the young master really comes to the country, he might not even tell Huo Ye.

Who knows, maybe the young master is in the country, waiting to see Huo Ye go to Europe and end up with nothing, providing him with some amusing entertainment.

Who knows… perhaps the “Daniel” from last night is indeed Danny.

Distinctive appearance, unique personality.

Such coincidences rarely happen in the world.

Qiu Rong closed his eyes and swiped left, deleting the chat history with Huo Ye.

His slightly cool hand slid down his lower abdomen to his waist, and Qiu Rong caught the CEO’s wandering paw, saying, “Lie down a bit longer. I’ll go cook.”

“Mmm.” Yan Ling didn’t open his eyes, accepting the thoughtfulness of his younger boyfriend.

Lunch was made with flat bean noodles, and two cold dishes were also prepared.

Qiu Rong had spent his chaotic youth in a northwest city, where he had learned various types of noodles. Later, when he made Tang Luo Gu Niang for the CEO, he also learned how to make all kinds of noodles, even mastering the art of Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles.

Yan Ling, after finishing washing up, sat in the dining room with a strand of messy hair sticking up on his head. Qiu Rong didn’t remind him.

While eating, Yan Ling received a call from Vincent. After a few words, he hung up with a good mood.

Listening attentively, Qiu Rong asked, “Has our cousin’s manager been found?”

“Cousin?” Yan Ling looked at him. “You’re being affectionate.”

“Why does the noodles taste so sour? Did you forget to add vinegar?” Qiu Rong smiled at the CEO, and Yan Ling glared at him irritably.

“I found the best manager for him in Xinyue. That’s enough face for him,” Yan Ling replied, not taking it too seriously, while also responding seriously to Qiu Rong’s question. “It’s Luo Manni, Luo Haoxuan’s sister. Like attracts like. Let the two of them compete. I won’t get involved.”

Qiu Rong nodded thoughtfully.

It seemed that Daniel was indeed determined to make a debut relying on his cousin’s influence and become the most outstanding figure in the entertainment industry.

If Daniel is really Danny, Huo Ye will find out sooner or later.

Let’s deal with this matter when the time comes.

Qiu Rong rarely felt the desire to escape.

He didn’t even dare to think about what kind of identity Daniel’s cousin would have.

“Alright, you’re not allowed to mention Daniel anymore. I admit it, I’m a little jealous now,” Yan Ling tapped the table. “So, what are you spacing out for? Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that flashy pink hair.”

Qiu Rong chuckled. “Of course not.”

He looked into Yan Ling’s eyes and said, “I was thinking… about that flower you wore in your ear yesterday. It was beautiful. I regret not taking a picture of it.”

Yan Ling neither agreed nor disagreed. He calmly observed Qiu Rong for a moment, then reached out and took out a white rose from the glass vase on the table, placing it behind his ear. He raised his chin and said, “Then take a picture now.”

Author’s note:

And then the two of them got all flirty and playful at the dining table, tsk tsk tsk. It’s too much to handle (/covers eyes).

Note: Lanzhou hand-pulled noodles are called beef noodles in Lanzhou! (Strictly speaking)!

(A strange annotation, hahaha)