Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1011: Second Master is Criticized by Sister Ruan, Knows Better Than to Offend His Wife-Obsessed Younger Brother

Chapter 1011: Chapter 1011: Second Master is Criticized by Sister Ruan, Knows Better Than to Offend His Wife-Obsessed Younger Brother

Huo Yirong furrowed his brows and shook his head at her, "I went to bed early last night and haven’t seen Song Qing during this time, I only know that her health was recovering quite well."

Qin Ruan pondered, "Once we see Song Qing, everything will become clear."

Huo Yirong thought the same; he coldly commanded Huo Zhi behind him, "Let’s go back!"

"Yes, Second Master!"

Huo Zhi pushed the wheelchair, heading towards the vehicle they had arrived in.

Qin Ruan was also curious about what exactly had happened and followed behind them.

The trio returned to the small building and Huo Yirong immediately ordered the servants to call Song Qing down.

A servant took the order and went upstairs, soon frantic footsteps echoed from above.

The attendant ran down in a panicked state, exclaiming, "Second Master, Miss Song is missing, there’s a lot of blood in the room, the bed is covered in blood!"

Huo Yirong stared emotionlessly at the servant, his eyes flashing with coldness as a chilling aura emanated from him.

"What do you mean ’missing’? Weren’t you supposed to take care of her? Is this how you took care of her?"

The servant trembled and replied, "Last night, Miss Song said she felt unwell, she mentioned she would take two sleeping pills to sleep and asked us not to disturb her until after nine in the morning."

Listening from the side, Qin Ruan found it intriguing and speculated, "Doesn’t this indicate that Song Qing already had a plan?"

The servant held a blood-stained paper in his hand and handed it over to Huo Yirong, "Second Master, this is the note Miss Song left behind."

["Second Master, please don’t worry. I will return to atone once my health has improved."]

Upon seeing the brief line of words, Huo Yirong forcefully crumpled it and threw it onto the carpet, fuming, "To hell with atonement! All coming up with big ideas!"

He looked up, his cold gaze turning towards Huo Zhi behind him in a mocking tone, "Has the Secret Guard Department become too lax over the years, allowing your audacity to grow?"

"Second Master, I beg for forgiveness!"

Huo Zhi instinctively knelt on one knee, her beautiful face tense, radiating fear from every inch of her being.

Qin Ruan clicked his tongue lightly, walked up to Huo Zhi, and pulled her up from the ground, "Yirong, it seems Song Qing is not in danger, so don’t take your anger out on Huo Zhi. I still need her soon."

Huo Yirong’s face remained cold, but his tone somewhat softened, "You do protect her well."

Qin Ruan wore a nonchalant expression, "Shouldn’t I protect her? Without the Third Master here, I have to rely entirely on Huo Zhi. If you bully her, I’ll let the Third Master know right now and ask him to assign someone else to me."

Hearing that he might contact the Third Master, Huo Yirong showed a look of consternation and waved his hand, "Fine, fine, no need to bother the Third Master for such a trivial matter."

Qin Ruan helped Huo Zhi up from the ground, her calm eyes glancing upstairs, sensing a faint scent of blood wafting down.

She saw a faint golden light flicker in her eyes, which spread throughout the upper floor. She didn’t sense Song Qing’s soul, which somewhat relieved her.

Qin Ruan lowered her eyes towards Huo Yirong, who was still visibly angry, and teasingly said, "Since Yirong is fine, he probably doesn’t need to use a wheelchair anymore.

Look how much weight you’ve lost lately; your muscles are gone, aren’t they? It’s good to exercise more. How could you let a woman ambush you without even feeling it, tsk—"

Huo Yirong’s lips were tightly pursed, and a flicker of fire passed through his dark eyes.

He ground his teeth and said challengingly, "Qin, Ruan!"

He was being mocked!

Song Qing intended to extract the fatal ’Sun-Eroding Poisonous Insect’ using a specific method.

Yet he had no memory of the previous night, not even the slightest awareness.

This was his deepest doubt and an underlying humiliation; now exposed by Qin Ruan, his pride as a man was gone.

Qin Ruan casually cleared her ear, her eyes smiling, "I’m here; no need to shout, I can hear you."

Huo Yirong: "You..."

"Ah, I just remembered I have other matters to attend to. I need to go now. Oh, and congratulations Yirong on successfully dispelling the insect and recovering your health!"

Before he had a chance to erupt, Qin Ruan grabbed Huo Zhi and dashed outside, her teasing laughter frightening the servants inside.

Huo Yirong sat in the wheelchair, grinding his teeth as he watched Qin Ruan running off, his handsome face alternating between pale and flushed.

If it were anyone else, he would’ve ordered them stopped and made sure they suffered.

Thinking of her as the Third Master’s pampered young Madam, Huo Yirong constantly reassured himself. With the Third Master being such a henpecked husband, he couldn’t afford to offend him. He shouldn’t get angry; otherwise, he’d end up like his elder brother and sister-in-law, harshly dealt with.

Reassuring himself for a long while, Huo Yirong still couldn’t digest the resentment filling his heart, his inner anger burning fiercer.

He called out in a deep voice, "Someone!"

A Hidden Guard appeared from the corner, "Second Master—"

Huo Yirong narrowed his eyes, sizing up the Hidden Guard with a piercing gaze, his presence exuding a chilling murderous aura, "Find her. Dig three feet into the ground if you must but find Song Qing!"

"Yes!"

The Hidden Guard took the order and left, but the instant he turned around, his face twisted extremely.

Song Qing’s strength was almost on par with one of the chiefs, Huo Zhi. If he truly needed to find her, the difficulty would be quite significant.

Why was his luck so miserable to be on duty today?

Huo Yirong sat in his wheelchair, his cold gaze sweeping over the surrounding servants, and spoke in an icy tone, "Everyone, leave."

The servants slowed their steps, silently retreating.

In the vast hall, Huo Yirong was soon the only one left.

He placed his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair and slowly stood up, taking a few steps forward.

His heart no longer suffered the frequent stabbing pain, nor did his legs weaken from taking a few extra steps.

He tentatively took a few more steps forward, feeling his breathing becoming more and more smooth.

If he felt that his body was slowly improving in the morning, by that moment, with the Poisonous Insect gone, it was as if all his bodily functions were in perfect condition. He was unsure if it was psychological or a reality.

Huo Yirong took a deep breath, looked towards the stairwell, and walked over with steady steps.

In order to prove his body had truly recovered, he climbed to the upper floor in one breath.

During this time, his heart didn’t hurt, and except for some soreness in his calves due to prolonged inactivity, no other anomalies occurred.

The second floor was filled with a rich smell of blood. Huo Yirong frowned and followed the scent to Song Qing’s room.

The smell of blood grew stronger. Huo Yirong stood at the door, looking at the dry blood stains on the large bed inside, as blurry memories flashed through his mind.

He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he seemed to smell a sweet scent of flowers.

Huo Yirong ignored the floral fragrance that shouldn’t be there and stepped into the room.

As he approached, the wrinkled and heavily blood-stained sheets clearly entered his view.

Suddenly, a piercing pain shot through his head. He stopped in his tracks and raised his hand to his head, shaking vigorously.

Blurry images surged into his mind again.

The sweet scent of flowers filled his nose, and pale arms as delicate as lotus roots wrapped around his neck, crying sounds ringing in his ears.

Though it was the bitter end of a harsh winter, he felt as if he was in warm seawater, enveloped by the warm waters.

Like a newborn infant, both basking in the warm sun and feeling the clear comfort of the water streaming against his skin.

"Second Master... I’m sorry..."

The voice of Song Qing’s apology echoed by his ear.

She was crying, her voice breathless.

In his mind, the image of Song Qing, with her intensely striking face, became blurred as if someone was holding and embracing her.

Huo Yirong saw a large mirror reflecting his figure and the trembling Song Qing crying in his arms.

As his gaze returned to the mirror, he saw his own face twisted grotesquely, unnaturally flushed.

And the person causing Song Qing’s pain—was himself.

Her delicate arms were wrapped around his neck, tearing streaming through her beautiful eyes as she continuously apologized beside his ear.

Yet, he was like an irrational beast, hearing nothing, a tyrant only knowing brute force, employing the cruelest means to plunder.

To prevent his prey from escaping, his large palm clamped around her exquisitely curved waist.

Song Qing’s apologies and cries couldn’t garner any mercy in treatment.

Instead, they seemed like cheers at a battle waged by a delirious enemy army, heralding chaos.

Huo Yirong saw himself, like a wild beast having lost his reason, autonomously doing those things he never would have done sober.

His handsome face suddenly turned cold, and his hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists.

He had truly been manipulated, but all those blurry memories had been erased.

Even now as some memories resurfaced, he couldn’t connect them coherently, clearly with some fragments still unexplored.

Just how capable was Song Qing to manipulate even him, and to let him realize so belatedly?

Huo Yirong gnashed his teeth in anger, with a rage that had nowhere to vent.

Soon his memory shifted, and he saw Song Qing bloody, lying on the bed.

A lot of blood seeped out from her skin, large Blood Beads rolling down.

Without anything on her, she embraced herself in an unsafe position while the scent of flowers in the room grew stronger, gradually clouding his clear mind.

Why was there a scent of flowers in the room, and what was the deal with the blood on Huo Zhi?