Reincarnated as the Villain's Sister
Chapter 73: Like a Vampire

Chapter 73: Like a Vampire

She couldn’t really see Wang Jingyuan expression from where she was crouched beneath the wooden rack. Her vision was limited—she could only see the outline of his frame lit faintly by the moonlight: his lean waist, his back straight, and his hands slack at his sides like they were just waiting... waiting for something to snap.

Lu Qingyan swallowed hard.

A second ago, she’d been worrying about him, irrationally so.

She had lived in this novel world long enough to start forgetting the truth—that this boy, this quiet and expressionless boy, was the same person who once beat a man bloody just because he got stared at the wrong way.

She should have known better.

Her breath caught when she saw him casually roll his wrists. No tension, no words. Just that subtle twist of his bones like he was loosening himself up for a warm-up stretch, not a fight.

Lu Qingyan eyes widened in the darkness.

The first man who stumbled into the narrow alley barely had time to register the threat.

Wang Jingyuan fist sank into his stomach with mechanical precision, and Lu Qingyan swore she felt the impact in her own gut.

The man doubled over, wheezing like a deflated balloon, and collapsed onto the pavement.

Wang Jingyuan stepped over the crumpled body like he was stepping on a gum wrapper.

His eyes, cold and gleaming, flicked down. "Oh," he said mildly, lips curling. "No surveillance."

Then he smiled—if one could call it that. It was more like the memory of a smile. The shape of it was there, but the warmth? Completely missing.

"Just the way I want it," he said, almost cheerfully, like someone finding the last slice of cake in the fridge.

When the other two saw this, their hearts clenched in response.

They immediately rushed up together. At this moment, Lu Qingyan, who had been hidden under the rack this whole time, knew her opportunity had come.

She went out from under the wooden rack and used all her strength to pull out a wooden plank from above a pile of junk.

She then did not speak as she quickly and silently snuck over. Then she slammed the plank onto the person closest to her.

This one move used up all the strength in her body, and the aftershock even caused her wrists to go numb.

She then noticed that the person hadn’t reacted at all and was wondering if she hadn’t used enough power when, in the next second, she heard the person let out a sound before he fell over holding his head.

Biting down on her lip and suppressing the tremble in her arms, Lu Qingyan raised the plank again and slammed it down once more, and again—just to be sure—because movies had taught her one thing: they always get back up if you don’t.

And the last person had long since been caught by Wang Jingyuan.

Wang Jingyuan held him by the neck as he slammed him into the wall.

He miserably shrieked for forgiveness.

Lu Qingyan had just let out a breath of relief and turned around when she saw the person that Wang Jingyuan had beaten to the ground earlier take something out of his jacket.

The item flashed a silver light in the night, reflecting itself in her eyes.

Her pupils shrank as she promptly warned Wang Jingyuan, "Careful, he brought a knife!"

Almost as soon as Lu Qingyan’s voice fell, that person suddenly jumped up from the ground and raised the knife to stab Wang Jingyuan in the back.

Wang Jingyuan immediately reacted and directly turned around.

Lu Qingyan saw a cold light flashing past his right arm, and immediately afterwards, that person’s wrist was grabbed by Wang Jingyuan’s left hand.

Wang Jingyuan used his other hand to press onto the person’s arm.

At this exact moment, Lu Qingyan heard the sound of bones dislocating.

That person howled in anguish and the knife in his hand instantly fell to the ground, letting out a crisp sound when it landed. Meanwhile, he also knelt down with a deathly pale complexion.

Wang Jingyuan then kicked him in the stomach and the person directly slumped to the ground.

Wang Jingyuan’s expression was indifferent as he lowered his eyes to watch the person rolling and wailing in pain on the ground.

His whole body emanated cold air.

Lu Qingyan was about to let out a sigh of relief when she suddenly caught a glimpse of a striking pool of red blood on the ground.

She was pierced by that color and her heart thumped.

Since childhood, Lu Qingyan had always been very sensitive to things like blood.

It wasn’t to the point where she would faint at the sight of blood, but when she saw such a scene, she would still feel a moment of suffocation, so much so that it felt like pain was spreading to her whole body. It caused her to have goosebumps all over.

And when her brother died, this phobia worsened. She hated blood. Hated what it reminded her of. Her brother. His body. The white sheets stained with red.

She stared at Wang Jingyuan’s arm in a daze.

The blood flowed from the long and narrow wound, it even followed along the smooth muscle lines of his arm as it trickled down.

A long gash bled freely, vivid crimson tracing down the muscles of his forearm. It clung to his skin in lazy rivulets, dark and warm and terrifying.

The moonlight was weak tonight, but that made it worse. The blood shimmered faintly—almost beautiful. Like a rose had bloomed beneath his skin and clawed its way out.

Drip. Drop.

Drip. Drop.

Wang Jingyuan stood there like nothing happened. His shirt sleeve was torn, his face pale, but his lips, tinged with red, pulled into a slight smirk.

It was the kind of expression that didn’t match the moment at all—cool, aloof, like the pain didn’t even register.

He looked like a fallen aristocrat with a switchblade. Or a vampire caught mid-meal.