Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1034: The Capricious Second Master Huo, Cheating Behind Ruanruan’s Back

Chapter 1034: Chapter 1034: The Capricious Second Master Huo, Cheating Behind Ruanruan’s Back

Huo Zhi’s pupils trembled slightly as he knelt on one knee, with his hands clasped over his propped knee, "Second Master, your subordinate knows his sins!"

"Oh?" Huo Yirong raised an eyebrow and asked, "What did you do wrong?"

Song Qing’s eyes were blank, and even her delicately made-up face showed confusion.

She did not know how she had offended the Second Master, but she could never say that.

Huo Yirong coldly watched Song Qing, realizing she seemed unaware of what had happened, and her facial expression appeared genuine.

He bent down, reached out to pinch her cheek, and said harshly, "I’m asking you, are you mute now?!"

Song Qing’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and the pain from her pinched cheek was much less severe than past beatings, but she feared the man’s raging anger before her.

Knowing that staying silent would only bring greater fury, she whispered inaudibly, "Your subordinate...does not know."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yirong’s eyes turned icy, and his hand gripping Song Qing’s cheek tightened. He forced her head back, pressing it down towards the edge of the bed.

"Bang!"

The sound of impact echoed as Song Qing’s head came into harsh contact with the bed’s edge.

Pain flashed across her face as she suppressed a grimace.

Huo Yirong’s eyes flickered with a dangerous light as he stared at Song Qing, "You don’t know? Have you forgotten the incident from one week ago, when you plotted against me and left only a note?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qing’s mind sounded a crash as if a barrier had shattered, and blurry memories poured in.

In those memories, she was embracing the Second Master before her, seeking all of his breath and warmth.

Even in agony, she had never let go, clinging to his shoulders with both arms.

The Second Master seemed bewitched, relentlessly inflicting and seeking out pain.

Song Qing’s eyes widened slightly, as if she could not accept the memories flooding her mind, and her body trembled violently.

When had this happened?

Why didn’t she know, and why had she forgotten?

Huo Yirong’s tone returned to its usual indifference, "It seems you remember everything now."

Song Qing’s face was filled with despair as she hung her head low, her voice hoarse and lifeless, "Your subordinate deserves death for her sins!"

She knew she was finished.

The Second Master’s temper was capricious and inscrutable, and what he hated most in his life was being schemed against.

Anyone who crossed his bottom line would pay a heavy price.

This man had never liked her, and this time he would certainly seize the opportunity to punish her, either condemning her to death in the Punishment Hall or banishing her from the Huo Family.

Neither option was something Song Qing wanted.

At this moment, she was engulfed in despair, devoid of vitality.

Huo Yirong, who was closest to her, twitched his nose slightly. He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but the floral fragrance in the air seemed to have become even richer and more enticing.

Huo Yirong’s brows knitted together, and his lips formed a tight line, "What’s that smell on you? Where did you rub against to get all this floral scent?"

His voice still sounded as deep as ever, like the coldest ice in the depths of winter.

Song Qing’s motionless eyes moved slightly, her gaze concentrated as she looked up humbly at the man before her.

She gently shook her head, clueless.

She had not left her residence for days; it was impossible for her to have picked up a floral scent.

As a Hidden Guard, she always had to follow the rules, especially when protecting her master. Any behavior that might expose herself was not permissible.

Among them was the rule to carry no foreign scents on the body, such as using perfume, eating spicy and stimulating foods, onions, or garlic.

Song Qing, in her strive for absolute perfection, abided by the Hidden Guard’s code even in her daily life.

She would never use scented personal care products, so naturally, there couldn’t be any fragrance on her.

Huo Yirong released Song Qing’s contorted cheek, his expression both cold and sinister as his slender fingertips toyed with her hair, his voice deep and chillingly cold, "Could it be this very scent that caused me to lose my wits that night?"

Song Qing struggled to remember, unsure of how the events that night had transpired.

With sincere trepidation, she said, "Second Master, your subordinate does not know."

Huo Yirong’s face suddenly darkened, his gaze turning frosty.

His fingers dove into Song Qing’s neatly cropped hair, pulling her head close with a forceful grip.

Huo Yirong’s handsome face was calm yet detached as he spoke, "You don’t know?! Is it that only by throwing you into the Punishment Hall will you recall the disrespect you’ve shown?!"

Her scalp aching from the tug, Song Qing looked up at the indecipherable, murky gaze of Huo Yirong, recognizing the extent of his fury.

She dared not make another sound in defense, humbly bowed her head, and meekly said, "Your subordinate admits her fault, deserves death, and begs the Second Master for punishment!"

Far from satisfying Huo Yirong, her posture only aggravated his temper, and he found the sight of Song Qing like this to be irksome.

Whether it was the Song Qing who had cried pitifully that day, yet had managed to overpower him with a countermove.

Or the resistance that inadvertently seeped from her very marrow during their first encounter with the life-threatening Gu poison when she offered herself to him.

Such genuine emotions from Song Qing irritated Huo Yirong, yet deep down, a tiny bit of admiration stirred within him.

But the Song Qing before him was being overly submissive in his presence.

He never considered himself a good person, and everyone, Huo Qiang, Huo Chuan, Huo Zhi, feared him.

Their loyalty to the Huo Family was beyond question, and deep down they harbored a certain reverence for the members of the Huo family, yet outside their duties, they still maintained some semblance of personal independence in their day-to-day lives.

Not like Song Qing, who was like a mannequin, showing no genuine emotions.

Huo Yirong, feeling increasingly irritated, casually tossed her in front of the bed. His handsome face clouded with displeasure as he pulled out a handkerchief from his jacket and wiped his fingers.

His deep, icy voice rang out, ordering the Hidden Guard behind him, "Drag her to the Punishment Hall, and without my permission, no one is to take her out!"

The Hidden Guard who had accompanied Huo Yirong into the room looked at Song Qing sympathetically, bowed their heads, and said, "Yes, Second Master!"

He stepped forward to lift Song Qing from the ground, preparing to help her leave.

Witnessing this scene, Huo Yirong felt his eyes sting with irritation, his brows furrowed tightly.

He kicked toward the Hidden Guard’s legs and shouted angrily, "I told you to drag her out, can’t you understand my words?!"

"Your subordinate recognizes the fault!"

The Hidden Guard immediately switched from supporting to grabbing Song Qing by the collar, pulling her away roughly.

Huo Yirong’s gaze lingered on the back of the hand that was touching Huo Zhi’s neck, causing the furrows in his brow to deepen further.

His face still unsatisfied, he tossed the handkerchief to the ground and grumbled to himself, "Damn it! Who asked you to pity the delicate and cherish the jade!"

The burst of anger was inexplicable.

The Hidden Guard, carrying Song Qing outside, momentarily paused upon hearing this, his face showing a look of surprise.

He glanced at Song Qing in his hold, who wore a look of utter despondency, her body exuding a strong and enticing floral scent.

Song Qing lifted her eyes to meet his inquisitive gaze and said with a muted tone, "Let’s go."

Not leaving would mean staying here, and that frightened her more.

Suddenly, she felt as though the filter through which she viewed the Second Master had begun to blur.

In the instant she stepped outside, the thought of just leaving the Huo Family seemed not so bad after all.