Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1009: Young Third Master and West City Qin Xiaowu

Chapter 1009: Chapter 1009: Young Third Master and West City Qin Xiaowu

The Huo Family’s Hidden Guard ensured the safety of their master and Madam as they got into the car, then stood their ground.

The weapons in their hands were not lowered, still pointing directly at Yin Tianlin, Ahui, and the others.

Qin Mei glanced at his brother-in-law and sister as they boarded the vehicle, then cast a glance at the wrecked Aston Martin sports car, a look of pity flashing in his eyes.

He taunted Yin Tianlin, who had narrowly escaped death, looking disheveled, "Young Master Yin, this car is a write-off. How about we continue our race when you get a new one?"

He was only interested in cars for fun, unaware of any "J God" or any industry legend, knowing only that he hadn’t had enough fun that evening.

However, he thought about looking into his brother-in-law’s legend later—it sounded thrilling.

Yin Tianlin smiled back at Qin Mei and replied, "No problem!"

The smile on his face was much more genuine than before.

Qin Mei waved at him with a smile and then got into the car himself.

The Huo family’s convoy departed once again, with Huo Qiang and Huo Zhi each getting into their respective vehicles and leaving.

As for the batch of Hidden Guards from the Huo Family that appeared suddenly, they climbed back up the helicopter’s ladder, and the noise of the helicopter’s rotors grew fainter as it ascended into the sky.

Only Yin Tianlin, Ahui, and others were left at the accident scene.

Yin Tianlin turned around, his gaze coldly fixed on the young man who seemed off before.

He strode forward and kicked the man in the stomach.

"Ah... thud!"

The scream and the sound of a body hitting the ground happened almost simultaneously.

Yin Tianlin took a few steps forward, stepped on the young man’s head, bent slightly, and stared at him with a chilling voice, "Who made you do it?"

The man, terrified, answered with a panicked face, "Young Master Yin, I don’t know, I don’t know anything!"

His face was trampled underfoot, both humiliating and disheveled.

Yin Tianlin curled his lips into a cruel smirk and scolded, "Do you think I’m blind? Who else touched my car but you!"

He remembered that it was this man who had touched his car before.

Ahui and the others were shocked by the sudden turn of events, rushing forward to intervene.

Someone tried to stop him, "Brother Lin, what’s this about?"

"Young Master Yin, let’s talk this out. Yang Zi has been with us the whole time. Could there be some misunderstanding?"

Facing the intervening crowd, Yin Tianlin’s bloody eyes scanned around, and he said coldly, "All of you, get lost!"

Everyone stepped back, not daring to provoke him further.

Ahui, sensing that something was amiss, stood aside without intervening.

His eyebrows furrowed tightly, his gaze suspiciously fixed on his companion under Yin Tianlin’s foot.

Yin Tianlin suddenly shouted, "Ahui, tie him up for me!"

"Right!" Ahui responded, turning to his 911.

He grabbed a rope from the car and swiftly ran back to tie up his companion named Yang Zi.

At this moment, Yang Zi finally got scared and cried out, "Young Master Yin, please spare me. I was forced to do it. I was wrong, please spare me this once!"

Yin Tianlin turned a deaf ear, feeling blood trickling down his forehead, and lifted his hand to wipe it with his sleeve.

Seeing Ahui had secured the man, he then said, "Gag him."

"Understood."

Ahui removed Yang Zi’s shoes, pulled off his socks, and stuffed them into the man’s mouth.

Yin Tianlin pulled out his phone to call his older cousin Fu Yinru.

He wasn’t sure who the accident that night was targeting, whether it was the Yin Family or the Fu Family, but he knew the matter couldn’t be simply resolved.

Unfortunately, his cousin’s phone was unreachable.

He didn’t know that Fu Yinru was enjoying his wedding night.

Yin Tianlin frowned, looking at the call that was automatically disconnected without an answer, and his expression soured.

Ahui walked up and asked, "Brother Lin, what should we do now?"

Yin Tianlin glared coldly at the bound Yang Zi and commanded angrily, "Throw him in the car, we’re going to the Fu family!"

"Okay!"

Ahui, exerting himself like a porter, dragged the tied-up Yang Zi into the car.

Yin Tianlin then took the opportunity to call Fu Ziqiu.

The call was quickly connected.

He explained the situation succinctly, and Fu Ziqiu exploded in anger, saying he would send someone to take care of it and instructed Yin Tianlin to come back to the Fu family immediately.

...

Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan returned home, finding that their two children were already asleep.

The couple took turns washing up before lying in bed to rest.

Perhaps because of the energy expended that evening, Yunjiao barely touched the bed before his breathing steadily slowed.

Qin Ruan lay on the other side, recalling the conversation between Yin Tianlin and Yunjiao that evening.

It might have been eight or nine years ago when she had first encountered Yunjiao; they had briefly interacted for a few minutes, but she couldn’t even see his face.

Looking at the beautifully resting man beside her, Qin Ruan slowly extended her finger to touch his brow, her fingertip gliding down his straight nose and pausing at the tip.

Suddenly, Qin Ruan’s hand was held by a warm, cool palm. A husky, sleepy voice sounded, "Can’t sleep?"

Huo Yunjiao turned over, instinctively pulling Qin Ruan into his embrace, his arm circling her slender waist.

Qin Ruan hadn’t expected to wake him and mumbled a response.

For some reason, she didn’t want to ask if he remembered their meeting years ago.

The doubts hidden in her heart seemed to dissolve at that moment.

Huo Yunjiao gently brushed the top of her head with his chin, murmuring, "It’s late; let’s sleep."

"Mm—" Qin Ruan obediently replied, slowly closing her eyes.

In those years, West City was underdeveloped, and the streets at night were scarcely trafficked.

Qin Xiaowu, who was in his teens, was noticeably developing, tall and slender with legs like delicate pillars.

She was wearing tattered, dirty, ill-fitting clothes, walking with heavy steps along the desolate roadside.

Just a short while ago, she had cleverly escaped a dangerous situation where she was being molested by a pervert, only to be bullied by a group of older kids from West City; there was still cement on her head from someone throwing it.

Even though her shoulder-length hair had been cleaned, it still reeked.

Her stomach rumbled loudly, she was tired, hungry, and thirsty.

The mentally matured Xiaowu couldn’t see the road ahead.

Having grown up in West City since childhood, her flesh and blood had long merged with West City; no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free.

Unable to see the future, unable to find a direction, at that moment her tender heart harbored the paranoid thought that maybe by ending her life, she could escape this futureless life.

Qin Ruan swaying on the night road, her dark, bright eyes fixed ahead.

The road was long, she couldn’t see its end, and felt even more desperate.

It was then that a deafening roar came from behind.

The highly alert Xiaowu clenched her fists and tensely, slowly turned around.

She saw several blinding lights rapidly approaching.

One car after another, which she couldn’t name, sped past her.

Xiaowu retreated fearfully two steps, staying away from the speeding vehicles, afraid of being swept under them.

In West City, she had seen with her own eyes those who came to collect debts and, failing to get their money, run someone over with a van.

The bloody scene was hair-raising.

Afterward, she had nightmares for a month, and since then, cars had become a very dangerous presence in her mind.

Xiaowu’s memory was quite good; she remembered that the first car that sped past was black, smaller than a van, leaving her wondering how people fit into such a small car.

The last car was red; after several sports cars had passed, Xiaowu breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking forward.

The messy thoughts in her heart were gone because her stomach kept growling, and she began to think about how to fill it.

Up ahead, blinding lights shone over, and the thunderous sound of a huge car roared again.

The moment Xiaowu looked up, the sleek silhouette of a black sports car came to a steady stop beside her.

The piercing sound of the brakes startled her, causing her to shudder.

Xiaowu stepped back, her clear, lively eyes flashing with ferocity.

Under her wary gaze, the window of the black sports car lowered, revealing the person inside wearing a helmet.

"Little sister, why aren’t you home at this late hour?"

The adolescent’s voice was as gentle as water, like the icy, refreshing well water of summer, soothing one’s pores.

Perhaps it was the mixture of the gentle voice and the youth’s bold carefree attitude that slightly eased Xiaowu’s wariness. She didn’t flee immediately but stared at the person sitting in the car.

Soon, an embarrassing thing occurred, Xiaowu’s stomach started its deceitful serenade again.

Subconsciously, she clutched her stomach, her somewhat dirty face showing a faint embarrassment.

Delightful laughter came from inside the car, and the young man leaned over, rummaging for something inside.

He quickly found water and candies, and even bread wrapped in a pretty bag.

The young man delivered the items to Qin Ruan and said in a clear and gentle tone, "Little sister, take this and eat."

Qin Xiaowu stared at the small, unfamiliar bottle of water and the candies and bread that looked particularly expensive, lightly licking her lips.

Desire shone in her eyes, but her feet seemed welded to the spot, unmoving.

Seeing her look of want mixed with caution, the young man inside the car, wearing a helmet, tilted his head slightly and lifted the car door to step out.

He was tall, looked lean, and gentle—not like the burly, intimidating men of West City that made Qin Ruan feel threatened.

Perhaps because of this, she still didn’t run away as the person approached.

The young man walked up to Qin Xiaowu and forcefully placed the items in her arms, "Take it, it’s free."

His smiling voice was pleasant to hear, and his tone neither pitiful nor arrogant.

Qin Xiaowu clutched the food in her arms and blinked blankly.

The young man stared into her eyes for a while and reached out to rub her dirty hair, "Little sister, head home early."

Qin Xiaowu still did not respond verbally, as if she were mute.

A harsh roaring noise rang out again, and several sports cars gradually stopped in front of the black sports car.

Seeing his friends arrive, the young man spoke no more to Qin Xiaowu and turned to get back into the car.

In a red sports car, a window rolled down and a whistle sounded as the occupants playfully teased the young man, "J God, are you being exceptionally generous, or are you planning to keep a kid for fun?"

The young man had just shut the car door, heard this, and retorted with a laugh, "Cut it out, what nonsense are you talking!"

The other did not take offense, leaned on the window edge, and pointed at Qin Xiaowu, "You turned back just to provide warmth to this girl, but you lost the race because of it."

The young man, gentle yet proud, replied ardently, "This road is closed till dawn, let’s continue!"

The man in the red car gave him a thumbs up, "Just like J God!"

Several luxury cars sped away quickly.

Qin Xiaowu stood clutching the food in her arms, her eyes following the diminishing lights of the receding cars.

Her head still held the warmth where the young man had tenderly touched her, his gentle concern unexpectedly reviving something in her once-stagnant heart.

Once the cars had vanished, she sat down gracelessly where she stood.

Opening the exquisitely wrapped bread package, a rich and inviting scent of milk wafted up; just smelling it made her salivate.

It was the most delicious bread Qin Xiaowu had ever eaten, as far as she could remember.

Even the beautifully wrapped candies were sweet chocolate.

Even the bottle of water was sweet. The tasty food and refreshing water were so appreciated that she savored each bite slowly and carefully.

That night, for Qin Xiaowu, was the most satisfying and delicious meal she could remember.

It was also on that day that she remembered a name—J God.

Though she hadn’t seen the young man’s face, she was certain in her heart that he was a kind person.

As she grew older and learned the legend of J God, she understood the gap between them.

She also knew that she would likely never be able to repay the kindness of that day’s meal.

In her dreams, after Qin Xiaowu ate and drank her fill, she didn’t leave as she did in reality but stood by the roadside, looking around as if waiting for the young man to come again.