After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 148: Is This Really Bo Jingmo?

But in the end, Shen Youyou was still disappointed.

Bo Jingmo merely gave her a brief glance as he walked over, his eyes scanning her up and down. “You do look like you’re fine.”

Before Shen Youyou could react, his detached attitude had already made Wu Bei, standing to the side, explode with anger.

Protective as ever, Senior Wu marched forward, his tone full of displeasure: “Bo Jingmo, what the h*ll do you mean by that? Shen Youyou is your girlfriend, and all you’ve got to say when she looks like this is ‘You do look like you’re fine’? Are you even human?”

Mu Chengsi: “……”

Well, technically, he wasn’t really human anymore.

Yi Xian quickly stepped in to smooth things over. “Alright, alright, they just got out of the banquet. They barely escaped death. Maybe they’re still shaken up.”

“Heh, shaken up?” Wu Bei sneered, “When he saw Youyou, he didn’t say a word. But the moment Mu Chengsi mocked him, he jumped right in.”

As Shen Youyou’s admirer, Wu Bei had long disliked Bo Jingmo.

Seeing Bo Jingmo stay silent, he grew bolder, turning to Shen Youyou.

“Youyou, look—he doesn’t even bother defending himself. Isn’t that the same as admitting it?”

Shen Youyou was in a bad mood herself. She clenched her teeth quietly. But more than anything right now, she hated that d*mn woman.

It must’ve been because he got bitten by that woman—that’s why Bo Jingmo had changed!

She reached out and tugged his sleeve. When she looked up again, her eyes brimmed with tears, her voice soft and pitiful, lips trembling: “Jingmo, do you blame me too?”

The man’s eyes flicked toward the sleeve being tugged, then back to Shen Youyou’s pitiful expression—still without any hint of emotion on his face.

His tone wasn’t exactly cold, but it couldn’t be called gentle either.

“You shouldn’t just ask me. You hurt other classmates too. And there’s no point in talking about this now. It’s more important to explain what’s going on and help everyone escape.”

Shen Youyou’s eyes went slightly wide. Hurt flickered in her gaze before she dejectedly let go of his sleeve.

Wu Bei, seeing this, was ready to go off again, but Shen Youyou cut him off, “Jingmo’s right.”

She turned to Mu Chengsi and weakly bit her lip as she explained, “Chengsi, the reason I seem okay is because Aunt Mary’s been secretly taking care of me. Actually… Lina often took her anger out on me.”

As she spoke, she suddenly rolled up her sleeve.

Everyone’s eyes followed the motion and soon showed varying degrees of shock.

Her fair arm was covered in vivid red wounds—some deep, some shallow—looking like they were carved by a small knife. Some had already scabbed over. The crisscrossing cuts were painful just to look at, as if one could feel the sting just by seeing them.

Jiang Xi stared at the wounds, then glanced at Shen Youyou’s blood-stained dress. Her eyes flickered with thought.

Wu Bei, meanwhile, looked heartbroken and righteously furious: “Lina did this? That woman really is venomous!!”

Mary, standing nearby, silently tightened her grip on the silver knife in her pocket. She forced a smile but said nothing.

To be fair, Shen Youyou had thought things through well. She’d anticipated this exact doubt and had asked Mary to use the silver knife to injure her.

Normal blades didn’t hurt vampires. Even if they left a wound, it would heal quickly. But silver—silver was different. To a vampire, silver was nearly fatal.

All this, just to gain sympathy. Lina had done the same thing once.

Mary lowered her eyes, disgust flickering beneath her lashes.

As expected, vampires were just loathsome creatures.

Hearing Wu Bei’s concern, Shen Youyou forced a smile. “It’s all in the past.”

Her eyes were full of bitterness. “I’m just glad I could see you all again. I’m sorry… I dragged you into this.”

“That vampire’s power is getting weaker. The blood in the villa can no longer sustain her. She needs fresher blood, but she can’t find any right now. That’s why she targeted you… and used my name to lure you here.”

As she spoke, tears began to well up in her eyes, the rims reddening. Her voice caught in her throat. “I’m sorry. I really am.”

As the last word fell, the tear hanging at the corner of her eye finally slipped down her cheek. Her pale face looked so pitiful and delicate, like petals weighed down by rain—who could bear to blame her?

Shen Youyou looked up at Bo Jingmo, her trembling fingers clutching the hem of his shirt, her voice shaking: “Jingmo, I’ll take responsibility. I’ll make sure you all escape.”

The scent of that woman on him reached her nose, and for a moment, her expression twisted uncontrollably. She barely managed to keep her composure and silently added:

And I’ll get you out from under that woman’s control.

Her gaze stayed locked on Bo Jingmo’s eyes. In a corner where no one noticed, a faint red flicker passed through Shen Youyou’s pupils.

The man looked down at her, silently. His gaze held no emotion, yet the corners of his lips slowly curled upward.

Then, he looked up at the others and said, “She says she’ll take responsibility. You can trust her.” freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Those words made Mu Chengsi turn her head sharply, frowning slightly.

What was Bo Jingmo doing? Wasn’t he on Lina’s side? Why was he suddenly encouraging everyone to trust Shen Youyou?

Shen Youyou was stunned too, then overjoyed. She thought her enchantment had worked—Bo Jingmo had broken free from that woman’s control.

She reached for his hand, eyes bright with hope. “Jingmo, you—”

But before she could finish, the man lowered his head and stared at her.

Those pitch-black pupils were like a bottomless pool—calm on the surface but churning with hidden undercurrents.

Meeting those eyes, Shen Youyou flinched. She instinctively withdrew her hand and shrank back slightly, a hint of dread surfacing in her gaze.

Among vampires, lower-ranked hybrids feared pure-bloods. It was an instinctive reverence built into their bloodline.

She used to feel that pressure from Lina’s bloodline. But now… she was feeling it from Bo Jingmo.

He looked down at her, the smile on his lips relaxed and composed. His red lips curved up. “If you let us down, then there’s nothing I can do.”

To outsiders, his tone sounded gentle and refined—no different from usual.

But to Shen Youyou, his smooth voice felt like the devil’s warning, laced with a silent threat.

Something caught in her throat. Cold sweat beaded on her forehead. Her lips moved but no words came out.

Was this really Bo Jingmo?

Why was he scarier than that woman…

She almost thought he was a vampire too.

Not wanting to be exposed, she quickly drew back her hand, forced a smile, and stammered, “O-okay.”

Mu Chengsi narrowed her eyes, watching Shen Youyou’s small movements. Her gaze flickered slightly, but she said nothing, remaining silent at her side.