The Vampire Marquis

Chapter.1

In the 21st century France, Kongde, with an excited face, drove a white Mercedes through the twists and turns of the streets of Paris, finally arriving at the 6th district. In front of the business empire building of Marquis Jiska, he hurriedly got out of the car, holding a pile of documents, took the elevator straight to the twelfth floor.

“Ding!” As soon as the elevator door opened, he rushed out and headed to Jiska’s private office.

With the rapid advancement of technology, the world has greatly changed, and their group of vampires hiding in modern technology, of course, have a better identity to live in this colorful world.

Jiska is still a French nobleman inheriting the title of Marquis, but he is the twelfth generation Marquis, who is “considered” twenty-five years old this year, but has already taken over the business of his father, the eleventh generation Marquis.

To put it bluntly, no matter the twelfth generation, the eleventh generation, or even tracing back to the fifth generation, the fourth generation, they are all played by Jiska alone.

He timely staged a death drama, changed a country, and then let the next generation appear, his forever young and upright appearance will not be suspected by the world.

And him, Kongde, the forever old steward, and Xue’er, who never grows up, of course, follow him, so over the past thousands of years, they have traveled all over the countries.

At present, this world is good for those who have money, the wealth of the Marquis is enough for them to play for thousands of years!

Kongde's mind wandered as he crossed paths with Enya, Jiskar's dedicated secretary. He nodded at her before pushing open the door to the office, closing it behind him with a casual gesture.

Jiskar, immaculate in a sharp suit, sat behind his lavish desk, engrossed in the financial reports streaming in from various sectors of his conglomerate, the Jiskar Group: technology, healthcare, construction, hospitality, shipping, and more. "Count!" Kongde called out when he realized Jiskar's intense focus on the documents had made him unaware of his presence.

Jiskar set aside the paperwork and looked up, noticing the stack of documents in Kongde's hands. He pursed his lips and remarked, "Don't tell me you've found 'her' again."

Kongde hesitated briefly before smiling, "Indeed, I have. She's in Taiwan now, just turned eighteen!"

"Tsk! Well done. At least this time she's reincarnated as a woman."

Kongde's expression turned slightly awkward. Over the millennia, the Count's beloved had reincarnated several times as a man, yet their love remained as passionate as ever, forming a same-s*x relationship transcending conventional norms.

However, time was a relentless executioner of their love. As one remained eternally unchanged while the other aged, complications arose. And once the Count revealed his true identity, it often marked the end of their relationship.

Over the centuries, the Count's love for "her" remained unchanged, yet he couldn't shake the chill in his heart caused by "her" words of hatred every time they faced the final parting in death.

Therefore, for nearly two hundred years, the Count had decided not to disturb her, allowing her to live a normal life without the intrusion of a vampire who had once monopolized her heart, her body, and her life.

However, the Count, as the old steward, knew full well that he had not truly let go of his feelings. He simply chose to fulfill her wish of living several lifetimes without seeing her, without rekindling the easily ignited flames of love between them.

Therefore, despite being a busybody, he still diligently searched. Although "she" took on different appearances in each lifetime, his extraordinary talent allowed him to sense her magnetic field within a thousand kilometers, identifying which beauty or handsome man was her reincarnation.

Moreover, due to the Count's accumulated deep affection for "her" over thousands of years, in the instant their eyes met, the soul-stirring palpitations would let him know unequivocally that "she" was the beauty he had been seeking for years.

However, over the past two hundred years, he was in no hurry, but he was afraid of driving himself, this little eunuch, mad!

Kongde withdrew from his thoughts and cautiously called out again, "Count?"

"Go away, I don't want to know about her," Jiskar's cold gaze drifted towards the door, making it clear that Kongde could leave.

"But she's not doing well in this life," Kongde deliberately slowed his pace, hesitatingly saying, "she was abandoned by her biological parents, and her grandparents are elderly and seriously ill. Poor thing..."

"Enough, get out!" In just a few words, Jiskar's mood became extremely heavy, but he didn't want to hear her hatred again. After loving her for countless lifetimes, all he faced in her final moments were her furious and resentful hatred. He couldn't bear it anymore.

"To support her grandparents, she dropped out of high school and went to work at a PUB," Kongde deliberately paused.

What could an eighteen-year-old girl do at a PUB to make a living?

Jiskar's brows furrowed. Although he understood that Kongde was intentionally leading him to ask questions and his rational mind told him not to inquire further, he couldn't stop the desire to know how she was doing. "What did she do at the PUB?"

Kongde shook his head, "Forget it, Count, it's better if you don't know."

He squinted, "Are you deliberately teasing me?"

"No, I'm afraid that if you find out, you'll have the PUB shut down."

Jiskar's lips curled lightly, "Is she entertaining guests?"

"No."

Could it be... His expression changed drastically, and words burst out from between his teeth, "Is she a p********e?"

Kongde hurriedly shook his head, "No, but..."

"But what?"

"According to the customs of our Count's family, her behavior is... um, a bit excessive." Kongde struggled to find the right words.

"What exactly did she do?" Jiskar's tone grew colder.

"She's a pole dancer." He answered cautiously, while carefully observing Jiskar's reaction.

A pole dancer?! Images of scantily-clad girls provocatively dancing around poles flashed through Jiskar's mind, a surge of uncontrollable rage washing over him. He gritted his teeth, his voice icy as he demanded to Kongde, who had already walked to the door, "Where is she?"

After a silent laugh in his heart, Kongde replied seriously, "She's in Taiwan."

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He gritted his teeth. "Arrange a flight."

Kongde nodded happily. "Yes, Count."

"As for Xue'er..." The thought of her tightened Jiskar's brows involuntarily.

"She will definitely come along. However, fortunately, Chen Shanyi has turned eighteen now. Even if Xue'er wants to turn her into one of our vampire kin, she won't choose to do it now. After all, Chen Shanyi must forever remain like a freshly bloomed rose; she can't bear it."

"Chen Shanyi?" He frowned.

Kongde nodded with a smile. "That's her name in this life. A beautiful girl of mixed Chinese-American descent."

Jiskar pursed his lips. "Then go and handle the necessary matters, so I won't regret it."

"Yes!" Kongde didn't dare to utter another word and quickly left the office.

Jiskar stared at the closed door, his handsome face filled with contemplation. He hadn't seen "her" for two hundred years, and now, after such a long separation, once he reunited with Chen Shanyi, would she still experience the familiar love at first sight as they had in previous lifetimes?

Upon their arrival at Taipei's Taoyuan International Airport, Jiskar and his companions headed straight to the "Albania PUB" located in the basement of a lane off Linsen North Road. The neon sign outside flashed with colorful lights, and deafening popular music blared from within.

Jiskar, clad in a gray pinstripe suit, felt his heart pounding like a drum as he stepped into the narrow corridor, barely wide enough for two people to walk side by side.

Two hundred years had passed, and he was about to meet her again. Would she still fall in love with him at first sight?

Xue'er, walking behind him, looked disdainful. However, she couldn't deny that although she hated the Count and his lover meeting again, she had been quite bored over the past two hundred years due to the Count's emotional void.

As for Kongde, he was full of anticipation, hoping that the Count and Chen Shanyi could fall in love once again.

Suddenly, the PUB became unexpectedly quiet, catching the attention of Jiskar's group. However, upon seeing the patrons all staring intently at the young woman performing pole dancing on the horseshoe-shaped stage, they understood why.

The dancer wore only a fringed bikini, showcasing her fair and voluptuous figure as she danced provocatively around the three steel poles on stage, occasionally teasingly touching her own ample breasts or lightly brushing between her thighs. Her jet-black hair swayed wildly with the rhythm of the music, and her breathtakingly beautiful face, akin to that of an angel, radiated a seductive smile.

On stage, she was like a flame of desire, swaying her hips and twisting her body provocatively. The patrons below either swallowed saliva frequently or gulped down drinks, using the liquid to cool the heat stirred up by her.

However, in this sensuous atmosphere, the patrons suddenly felt a cold gaze sweep over them.

Consequently, people began to turn around to find the owner of the chilling gaze.

Upon seeing Jiskar and his entourage, whispers began to spread. Gradually, as they observed the elegant foreigner with sharp and piercing eyes and the delicate eleven or twelve-year-old girl next to him, along with the seemingly amiable old man, everyone grew more intrigued.

All three of them were foreigners, each exuding an extraordinary temperament. Especially the handsome man with his brown hair and black eyes, exuded a strong noble aura. One glance was enough to tell that he was no ordinary person.

Therefore, everyone was surprised that someone resembling royalty from a foreign country would visit this small PUB, where the minimum consumption was only five hundred yuan.

Jiskar knew that almost everyone's attention was on them, but he was still dissatisfied. He wanted to shut down this PUB, so she wouldn't be able to dance such obscene dances here again!

His cold gaze locked onto Chen Shanyi, who was still flying around the stage like a butterfly. She wasn't afraid of his sharp gaze at all, and even deliberately made some indecent gestures towards the steel pole.

Jiskar clenched his fists and coldly ordered Kongde, "What are you still doing here? Go and bring her down for me."

"Uh, is that really a good idea, Count?"

Jiskar gave him a piercing look. "Are you afraid? I'll do it myself."