Ghost Exorciser: Is Loved By All
Chapter 694: Young Master Fu

Chapter 694: Chapter 694: Young Master Fu

After all, Yu Holea doesn’t lack admirers at all. Whether it was men or women.

Qiao Jun hugged Yu Holea and said,

"Now that we are done, we will leave first Ms. Wu."

Wu Nian stopped him and turned toward Yu Holea with a serious expression,

"If you ever need my help, just let me know. I will be present for you. Forever."

Yu Holea nodded with a smile. Before she can utter any words though, Qiao Jun wrapped her in his arms and teleported her to his ancestral home.

The sudden shift in space left Yu Holea momentarily breathless.

The familiar coolness of Qiao Jun’s ancestral home settled around her as the remnants of teleportation energy dissipated.

Qiao Jun still had his arms firmly around her, his face buried in her silver hair.

His hold was tight, almost desperate as if by sheer will he could keep the world—and anyone else—from taking her away.

"Jun," Yu Holea whispered softly, her voice cutting through the silence,

"I’m not going anywhere."

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his usual calm replaced with something raw, almost vulnerable.

"I know," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

"But hearing Wu Nian say that... seeing how everyone looks at you..." His voice trailed off, frustration flickering in his gaze. "I don’t want to lose you."

Yu Holea’s lips curled into a gentle smile. She reached up, cupping his face with both hands, her touch soothing.

"You won’t lose me, Jun. I chose you, remember? Not Wu Nian. Not anyone else."

Her thumb traced the line of his jaw, grounding him in her words.

"Still..." Qiao Jun dragged the word.

Yu Holea rolled her eyes. She remembered the advice given by her brothers.

’Don’t spoil men too much, they will only ask for more.’

"It’s your problem you should deal with it then." Yu Holea said with a teasing glint in her eyes.

Qiao Jun raised his eyebrow and picked up Yu Holea in bridal style walking toward his bedroom.

"Or maybe, I don’t have enough security. You should give me some security, darling."

Yu Holea squeaked in surprise as Qiao Jun lifted her effortlessly, his strong arms cradling her against his chest.

She could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath the fabric of his shirt, a comforting rhythm that matched the slight flutter in her own chest.

"Jun!" she protested, though the laughter in her voice betrayed any real resistance. "Put me down!"

But Qiao Jun only tightened his grip, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

His eyes darkened slightly, the usual calmness replaced with something deeper—something that sent a thrill skittering down Yu Holea’s spine.

"Not a chance," he murmured.

Yu Holea wrapped her arms around his neck, her silver hair falling like a curtain over her shoulders.

She could feel the warmth of his breath against her temple, the closeness of his body igniting a fire beneath her skin.

Before she could offer a clever retort, he pushed open the door to his bedroom with his foot, stepping inside and kicking it shut behind them with a soft thud.

Yu Holea’s heart pounded as Qiao Jun leaned in, his forehead resting gently against hers.

"I don’t need anyone else’s admiration," she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair. "You’re the only one I want."

Qiao Jun’s breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he tilted her chin up, his lips hovering just above hers.

"Then prove it," he whispered, his voice rough with desire.

Yu Holea didn’t hesitate.

She closed the gap between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was soft at first, but quickly deepened as the tension between them ignited into something more powerful.

His hands slid up her back, pulling her closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her, while hers explored the contours of his shoulders, memorizing the feel of him beneath her fingertips.

The world outside faded away as their kiss grew more urgent, their bodies pressing against each other with a need that had been simmering just beneath the surface.

Qiao Jun’s hands found the hem of her top, his touch sending shivers down her spine as he slowly, deliberately, slid it upward, exposing the smooth skin beneath.

Yu Holea gasped softly against his lips, her heart racing as she felt the heat of his hands on her bare skin.

She tugged at his shirt in return, her fingers fumbling with the buttons, eager to feel the warmth of his skin against hers.

When she finally succeeded, she pushed the fabric aside, her hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch grounding her even as it sent her soaring.

Qiao Jun broke the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt over his head, his eyes never leaving hers.

The moonlight highlighted the sharp angles of his face, the intensity of his gaze making her breath catch in her throat.

"You’re mine," he whispered, his voice a promise, a vow.

Yu Holea’s lips curved into a smile, her hands cupping his face as she whispered back, "And you’re mine."

With that, he lowered her onto the bed, his body pressing against hers.

"I can’t control myself..." Qiao Jun’s breath was raspy.

Yu Holea stared at Qiao Jun, with her moist eyes, there was a hint of pleading in them.

Qiao Jun paused, all the lust coursing in his body was suppressed and he hugged her.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

Yu Holea shook her head, before explaining,

"I...I just wish to save myself till marriage."

"I know. I am sorry." Qiao Jun said softly. "It was all my mistake. I won’t say stuff ever again. Alright?"

Yu Holea let out a shaky breath, her heart still thudding in her chest—not from fear, but from the overwhelming flood of emotions swirling inside her.

She tightened her arms around Qiao Jun, burying her face into the crook of his neck.

The warmth of his skin and the steady beat of his heart grounded her, anchoring her in the safety of his embrace.

"It’s not your fault," she murmured, her voice muffled against his skin. "I just... I’ve always imagined it happening a certain way. When the time is right."

Qiao Jun pulled back slightly, just enough to meet her gaze.

His eyes softened, the intensity melting into something tender, something reverent.

"I understand," he whispered, brushing a stray strand of silver hair from her face.

"And when that time comes, I’ll wait. No matter how long it takes. You’re worth that and more."

Yu Holea’s heart swelled at his words.

The vulnerability in his voice, the sincerity in his eyes—it was more intoxicating than any kiss, more binding than any physical touch.

She reached up, her fingertips tracing the lines of his face—the strong jaw, the soft curve of his lips, the dark lashes that framed eyes filled with nothing but devotion.

"Thank you, Jun," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

"For understanding. For being patient with me."

Qiao Jun’s lips curled into a gentle smile, the tension in his body easing as he leaned down to press a feather-light kiss to her forehead.

"I’m not just patient with you, Holea," he murmured against her skin. "I’m in love with you This is the bare minimum I can do for you."

Those words settled over her like a soft blanket, wrapping her in warmth.

She had heard people profess love before—empty words tossed around like fragile promises—but this was different.

With Qiao Jun, it wasn’t just words. It was in the way he held her, and the way he looked at her.

She cupped his face again, her thumb brushing over his cheekbone.

"I love you too, Jun. More than I ever thought possible."

.................

Crash.

"What the f*ck. Who are you people?" A young man with beautiful blue hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and soft features shouted.

He was dressed in a hospital gown and had an IV drip connected to his left hand.

With a broken piece of glass shard in his hands, he threatened the ten bodyguards who were standing at a certain distance from him.

The bodyguards exchanged glances before one of them said,

"Young Master Fu, Old Mr. Fu has asked us to kick you out of the hospital. Please cooperate."

Young Master Fu shook his head firmly,

"Tell the old man, he can’t just snatch all of my mother’s properties and act kind in front of the media."

"Master Fu, resisting will only make this more difficult. We’re under strict orders. Please don’t force our hand."

Young Master Fu scoffed, the sound sharp and bitter in the quiet room.

"Strict orders? Whose orders? The same man who parades around like a benevolent patriarch while stealing everything my mother worked for and killing her?" His voice cracked slightly at the edges, betraying the deeper hurt beneath his anger.