On the marble dining table lay several dishes: braised pork ribs, carp soup, stir-fried cabbageāa mix of meat and vegetables, looking very appetizing.
As a financier with a personal net worth exceeding a billion, Zhao Yicheng did not live the extravagant life of delicacies and endless wine and meat that the struggling outsiders imagined wealthy people to have.
They say a king has a golden hoe, but this might just be a prejudice from an information cocoon.
It’s true that Zhao Yicheng is rich; he owns a classical estate spanning hundreds of acres, has limited edition luxury cars, and yachts worth millions. But this doesn’t mean he must eat lavishly at every meal, like ’82 Garfield (a humorous mistranslation/typo for ’82 Lafite or similar), private small steaks, A5 Wagyu beef, blue king crab, and so on.
No matter how rich a financier is, they are still human.
The human body itself is a precise machine, with a constant daily intake of protein, vitamins, and fats.
Things like ’82 Garfield, private small steaks, A5 Wagyu beef, and blue king crab aren’t forbidden, but after consuming them, one must consider the body’s acceptance.
Overeating beyond the body’s capacity will only reduce the body’s survival limit.
People like them are so wealthy; who wouldn’t cherish their body?
The exact amount of protein, vitamins, and fats consumed at each meal is regulated by a dedicated nutritionist.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t have a dedicated nutritionist, but his father did.
After a professional physical examination for the family of three, the hired nutritionist formulated a personalized meal and nutrition plan for each person.
Daily intake of protein, vitamins, fats, etc., sufficient to meet the body’s consumption, coupled with reasonable exercise, can maximize the extension of one’s physiological lifespan.
If there was any difference between their dishes and those outside, it was that their ingredients came from private supply gardens.
He picked up a piece of braised pork rib and put it into his mouth; it was delicate, rich, not greasy, with a subtle sweetness.
However, Zhao Yicheng’s mind wasn’t on lunch.
He was intently reading the Economic Daily on his phone.
The Hua Yuan Federation’s economy was growing very rapidly, with various regions frantically absorbing capital.
Domestically, large-scale construction projects and investment plans had also begun.
These projects were all related to real estate and “grave estate” (a satirical term for properties used for burial), and the properties Zhao’s family had been involved with in recent years were among them.
Suddenly, a warm touch brushed his calf, like a cat affectionately licking him.
Zhao Yicheng looked down.
The silver-haired loli was lying prostrate, having crawled over with the cat bowl in her mouth, occasionally nudging the man’s calf with her exquisite head.
“I want to eat meat ribs~”
Seeing the man’s gaze, the silver-haired vampire Xu Yinsheng looked up at him, whimpering playfully, and continued to blink her beautiful and spiritual crimson eyes at him.
“Want to eat meat ribs~”
Zhao Yicheng was momentarily stunned, then chuckled softly.
Seeing this, the silver-haired Xu Yinsheng became even more aggrieved.
She hugged the man’s thigh with both hands, looking up at him with pitiful eyes.
“Please let me eat meat ribs~ Okay~ Okay~”
As she spoke, she opened her mouth, revealing pointed fangs.
Her fair and delicate face was tinged with a light pink, like an exquisite, flawless porcelain doll.
At this moment, she bore no resemblance to her usual sharp-tongued, argumentative self; she was like a spoiled little pet begging for affection.
Xu Yinsheng felt utterly humiliated, almost wishing she could die on the spot, seeing herself from a first-person perspective, prostrate at Zhao Yicheng’s feet.
She felt like she was being completely degraded.
She desperately wanted to preserve her last shred of dignity, but her body was incredibly honest, quietly playing cute and fawning over Zhao Yicheng.
Compared to the ethereal dignity, Xu Yinsheng, who had been eating cat food for days and whose mouth felt bland, almost tasteless, longed for the taste of meat.
Simply put, her mind screamed “no, no,” but her body was utterly sincere.
Clink.
A piece of beautifully colored braised pork rib landed in the cat bowl.
“Eat.”
A gentle yet magnetic male voice sounded in her ear.
Zhao Yicheng’s eyes were full of indulgence; he was clearly very susceptible to Xu Yinsheng’s tactics, whether she was genuinely cute or just pretending.
As he said, as long as Xu Yinsheng was obedient, he could give her everything she wanted.
Xu Yinsheng picked up the rib and devoured it in a few bites.
After finishing it, she still wasn’t satisfied, licking the sauce from her lips, her face showing a lingering craving.
Zhao Yicheng saw her greedy little cat-like expression, and his heart filled with another wave of affection, and a touch of pity appeared in his eyes.
It seemed she truly had been hungry for a while.
***
Only then did Xu Yinsheng realize that the moment she even entertained the thought of him “doing that” to her again, she had already fallen under the influence of “domestication.”
The silver-haired vampire loli had no choice; she slumped her head in defeat, “I’ll listen to Master in everything.”
“That’s a good girl.”
Zhao Yicheng kissed her forehead.
A warm sensation spread through her body. Xu Yinsheng’s fingers clenched, but she dared not show any dissatisfaction.
In her heart, she bitterly lamented her powerlessness, cursed the injustice of fate, and wept over her tragedy.
Then, Xu Yinsheng realized with a jolt that she was lamenting herself, cursing heaven, and weeping over tragedy, instead of detesting the true culprit and perpetrator.
This made Xu Yinsheng’s heart even more furious and helpless, followed by a hint of pity for herself.
Zhao Yicheng looked at the silver-haired vampire loli in his arms, feeling immensely pleased.
Not only was he “owning multiple cats” and experiencing the flavors of various types of “kitties,” but she was also slowly beginning to understand his good intentions and starting to be obedient.
He placed Xu Yinsheng on the bed, removing her clothes until she was only in her undergarments, her fair skin like snow.
Rest assured, he hadn’t turned into a beast, at least not yet.
After all, Little Yin was currently just a silver-haired loli, barely 1.4 meters tall.
Doing those things would have to wait at least five days.
Hmm… although Little Yin would still be a silver-haired loli even after five days…
He pulled her into his embrace, her small body trembling slightly in his arms.
The two of them covered themselves with the quilt.
Zhao Yicheng buried his head deep into the crook of her neck, inhaling her faint body scent, feeling very pleased.
“What are you doing?”
Just as he was about to continue, Xu Yinsheng finally recovered from her previous tension and fear.
She opened her eyes wide, looking at Zhao Yicheng, a little scared and a little timid.
“Smelling the cat.”
Zhao Yicheng replied matter-of-factly.
He held the person in his arms tightly; she was a tiny bundle, soft and cuddly, very comfortable to hold.
Getting Zhao Yicheng’s answer that he wouldn’t go back on his word, Xu Yinsheng finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, right now, she was both wary and afraid of Zhao Yicheng, especially Zhao Yicheng when he was having one of his “episodes.”
***
It was already early morning.
Perhaps because of the transformation, Xu Yinsheng’s knees no longer hurt.
Held in Zhao Yicheng’s arms, it was like a large, fleece-lined blanket, warm and incredibly comfortable.
An endless wave of drowsiness swept over her.
Xu Yinsheng’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier.
Finally, unable to resist, she fell asleep…
Noticing the person in his arms had fallen asleep, Zhao Yicheng stopped his “cat-smelling” actions.
The madness in his dark eyes receded, replaced by a trace of tenderness and indulgence.
He rested his chin on the silver-haired loli’s forehead and whispered softly.
“Goodnight, Little Yin.”
“I love you.”
***
If Little Yin hadn’t been so stubborn, their situation wouldn’t have escalated to this point.
“I want more to eat~”
Xu Yinsheng endured the shame in her heart and sweetly called out.
Vaguely, she seemed to see something fall to the ground and shatterāthat was her integrity.
A strong arm wrapped around her, and a low chuckle came from beside her ear, “Want to eat? Then I’ll give it all to you.”
Xu Yinsheng was forced onto Zhao Yicheng’s lap.
The person, less than 1.4 meters tall, leaned against the man’s broad chest, making her appear small and helpless, like a doll.
Zhao Yicheng picked up a piece of pork rib and fed it to Xu Yinsheng.
These past few days, Xu Yinsheng had maintained her silver-haired vampire loli appearance, not because she accepted her feminization and was ready to become a “fan-service girl.”
Xu Yinsheng did this only because she wanted to quickly adapt to her body, especially since tomorrow night was Zhao Yicheng’s “gentleman in bed” time.
The last time she was forcefully “done that to,” she passed out from pain on the bed.
This time, still in her silver-haired vampire form, if she didn’t adapt to her body now, she truly feared she might die in bed.
She finally understood her future self’s words: yoga was “not a fitness hobby, but a survival skill.”
Indeed, a true survival skill!
“Is it tasty?”
“Tasty.”
Xu Yinsheng, pretending to be good, answered honestly.
After eating cat food for so long, finally getting some meat, how could it not be tasty?
Forget ribs, she could even eat stir-fried cabbage with relish.
One feeding, one eating. Soon, there were only a few ribs left on the plate.
Looking at her “masterpiece” on the dining table, Xu Yinsheng was already having second thoughts.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch in this world.
Zhao Yicheng didn’t seem like the type to let people get away with things for free.
Although he wouldn’t “act” until tomorrow night, there was no guarantee he wouldn’t want a “taste” beforehand, like pinning her to the table for a passionate kiss.
It wasn’t that Xu Yinsheng was being alarmist; a mentally ill person’s actions have no logic, and Zhao Yicheng’s “episodes” were not fixed.
It could be tomorrow, or it could be the very next second.
When the last piece of braised pork rib was eaten by Xu Yinsheng, Zhao Yicheng’s eyes swirled with dark intensity as he looked at her. He put down his wooden chopsticks.
“Tomorrow, accompany me to sweep graves.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement.
Xu Yinsheng knew she had no right to refuse, just as a cat has no power to resist its owner.
She went along with Zhao Yicheng’s wishes, hoping to seize the opportunity to gather some information.
“Whose?”
“Yours.”