The Girl Who Reincarnated as a Vampire Heiress-Chapter 2

After Chloe was brought back to the Vampire Territory, she still refused to let down her guard.

In the dedicated nursery room, no one could get close to her.

Anyone who got close would be bitten by this Vampire Cub until their flesh was mangled.

It took about a week for this situation to slightly improve.

She curled up in the treatment pod, observing everything outside through the transparent pod door.

Chloe had struggled to survive in the apocalypse in her previous life, so wariness was ingrained in her bones. It was the same now.

After observing for so many days, she now had a good enough understanding of this world.

Here was the Vampire Territory, and she herself was the rarest and most precious Pureblood Vampire among the Vampires.

Pureblood Vampire Cubs were very weak, but their attacking power was astonishing after becoming adults. This could be seen from the Vampire King, Ancestor Lord of the 4th generation.

It was said that this Ancestor was also her dad?

Just as Chloe sank into thought, there was a "knock knock" sound on the pod door in front of her.

Chloe looked up and saw it was Kewen.

He was still dressed in an exquisite tailored suit, with casual yet elegant styled hair. He held a plate of small cakes in his hand, flashing a smile at Chloe.

Chloe looked at him coldly, and uttered two words from her pink lips: "Idiot."

The 5-year-old cub could already speak. These two words were pronounced clearly, with short and abrupt endings, full of mocking meaning.

Hearing this, Kewen showed a helpless expression on his face:

"Hey, you little cub, how can you be so rude? I saved you, and I come here to see you every day. Is this how you treat me?"

The man put on a hurt look, exaggerating his expressions.

Chloe watched his performance quietly, while also thinking to herself whether she had gone too far.

This person didn't seem too bad.

Thinking this, Chloe stretched out her chubby little hand and knocked on the pod door in response.

Seeing this, Kewen was very surprised. He then opened the pod door excitedly and tentatively offered the cake to the ferocious little Vampire Cub in front of him.

Chloe hadn't eaten such a sweet-smelling food for a long time. Resources were scarce and food was rare in the apocalyptic world. This small cake did have quite an appeal to her.

Unfortunately, before the cake reached her, the head nurse's scream suddenly came from the door - "Kewen! My goodness! Put down that cake!"

"Delicate Pureblood Vampire Cubs cannot eat this kind of junk food!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Kewen was hit on the back.

Kewen yelped in pain and hurriedly dodged to the side, protesting as he moved, "She's still delicate? She almost turned me into a walking blood bank and you call that delicate!"

Hearing this, Chloe lowered her eyes and touched her fangs.

They didn't feel hard or sharp?

She looked at Kewen's arm wrapped in hemostatic bandages, with a puzzled look in her eyes.

The nurse completely ignored Kewen and mumbled to herself:

"It is strange indeed. Pureblood Vampire Cubs are supposed to be very delicate, even more so for her..."

But after Chloe calmed down, the medical staff at the nursing center tested this Pureblood Vampire Cub and found that the hardness of her fangs was ten times that of ordinary cubs.

What did this mean? It was like when other cubs were still eating baby food and fruit puree, Chloe could use those two fangs to tear open a wild ox.

It was terrifying to even think about it. Whenever the head nurse recalled the test data, she would feel frightened.

She stuffed a milk bottle into Chloe's chubby little hand. It contained artificial blood specially made for Vampire Cubs to drink.

Chloe hesitated for a moment before finally taking a suck.

She still felt some resistance deep down to drinking blood, but her Vampire instincts took over. She felt the artificial blood in the bottle was hundreds of times more sweet and fragrant than the small cake.

"Little miss, get dressed nicely. The King is coming to see you," said the head nurse as she touched Chloe's head before turning to leave.

Chloe looked up at her blankly with the milk bottle in her mouth, then turned to Kewen: "King?"

Seeing the head nurse leave, Kewen sat down on the table and said with a smile, "That's right, your daddy is coming. Aren't you excited?"

The deliberately high-pitched baby talk gave Chloe a chill. She lowered her head and focused on biting the milk bottle.

If her father really wanted to see her, he should have come when she was caught by the human traffickers, not show up so late after everything had happened.

Chloe thought to herself - her father didn't seem to care much about her either.

Kewen thought she looked cute furrowing her chubby little face in thought. He teased:

"Little one, what are you thinking about?"

Chloe blurted out: "Thinking about a deadbeat dad."

At the same time, a low, cold voice came from outside the door: "What did you say?"

With a "pop", the milk bottle in Chloe's hand fell to the ground.

Kewen's expression changed. He hurriedly got off the table and bowed: "Ancestor Lord."

Chloe first came out of the treatment pod, squatted down to pick up the milk bottle on the ground, before looking up at the man who was said to be her father.

He was extremely handsome, with jet black hair and red eyes identical to Chloe's. His long black hair snaked around his waist. He had an aloof expression, with a hint of divinity.

The Ancestor Lord looked calmly down at the little milk dumpling who wasn't even as tall as his knees. His low magnetic voice asked:

"What did you just say? Say it again."

Chloe felt an immense oppressive aura from him that made her extremely uncomfortable.

To be precise, Chloe disliked any existence stronger than her, as it gave her a sense of crisis.

Similarly, this dad also made her very uncomfortable.

Chloe instinctively hugged her milk bottle tightly and retreated several steps back cautiously.

"What are you hiding from?" the Ancestor Lord asked.

Then he walked towards Chloe.

As soon as that overbearing aura approached, Chloe's fur stood on end.

She dodged the man's touch: "Go away!"

Kewen panicked and reminded: "Ancestor Lord, the cub can't take your aura."

The man stopped in his tracks.

Immediately after, the aura that made Chloe uncomfortable also dissipated, or rather, was restrained.

She watched the man in front of her warily, still hugging her milk bottle.

The 5-year-old bundle, not even reaching their knees, still only looked cute even with a ferocious expression on her face.

Her grape-like eyes became even bigger and more adorable.

There was no aggressiveness at all.

Xavier had always thought cubs were the most boring and delicate creatures in the world, that could be crushed by a mere finger.

But now it seemed...

His gaze fell on the fangs the cub had unconsciously revealed in her anger.

Xavier laughed out loud.

He picked up Chloe in one swift motion, stretched out his arm, and ordered coldly: "Bite down."

Chloe: "???"

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