Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 104: Grandpa No.3 is waiting online, urgently! How to raise a child?

Chapter 104: Chapter 104: Grandpa No.3 is waiting online, urgently! How to raise a child?

Qin Ruan’s hands were tightly clenched, and a fine layer of sweat appeared in her palm.

She tried hard to shake the inappropriate images that sprang up in her mind.

Alas, it was futile, those images had been etched into her heart, and could not be erased.

Perhaps Qin Ruan’s gaze was too direct and laden with complexity and warmth, Huo Yunjiao in the car pushed the door open.

He stepped out of the car, dressed in a white shirt, he was the epitome of restrained desire.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearm, revealing a string of Buddha Beads on his wrist.

Qin Ruan’s beautiful eyes widened, fixed on the man who was slowly approaching her, she immediately sprang into action.

She wanted to escape!

The fuzzy memories of that night clearly surged into her mind through her dreams.

The other party’s dominance, stubbornness, as well as his ferociousness in certain aspects, frightened her.

Qin Ruan ripped off the coat she was wearing, crammed it into Huo Yirong’s arms, and turned to run.

This action scared Huo Yirong.

"Why are you running?"

Fearing that something would happen to the child in her stomach, Huo Yirong caught up with her in a few steps, gripping her arm tightly.

Qin Ruan had grievances she couldn’t express.

She wasn’t ready to see Huo Yunjiao.

Their intimate time at the Imperial Court Hotel, with Huo Yunjiao avenging her and their child in a past life, left her unable to resist him in any way.

But his seemingly gentle nature that hinted at ferocity rattled her.

As the two tangled, Rong Jing had already darted away.

He never expected that Qin Ruan still had ties with the Huo Family.

If he had known, he would not dare to provoke Qin Ruan even if he had a hundred times the courage.

As Rong Jing narrowly avoided Huo Yunjiao, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this handsome man with a gentle demeanor had looked at him with a faint hostility.

He comforted himself, it must be due to shock. Thus his steps quickened even more as he left.

Huo Yunjiao walked up to his older cousin and Qin Ruan.

He stopped, lowered his gaze, looking at Huo Yirong gripping Qin Ruan’s hand, his eyes slightly dimmed.

"Let go."

His voice was cold and emotionless.

Upon seeing his younger brother, Huo Yirong immediately released his grip, handing back the coat that was shoved into his hands.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes lightly scanned the scene in front of him. Qin Ruan lowered her head to look at the ground.

His gaze fell to where her height reached his chin, and he sighed softly in his heart.

She was still just a child.

He walked up to her and draped the coat over her.

During this process, he noticed Qin Ruan tremble slightly for a split second.

After draping the coat over Qin Ruan, Huo Yunjiao withdrew his hand, stepping back to maintain a safe distance.

"It’s getting late. Let’s head back now."

His voice was still familiar, a bit less cold, a bit more gentle, as it was when he spoke softly to her during the Wanbao Mountain worship in their previous life.

"Mm"

Qin Ruan’s eyes were teary, her voice barely audible.

Her voice wavered, as if she had been wronged.

Huo Yunjiao noticed her chocked up voice, his brows slightly furrowed, a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, remained silent.

His slender and fair hand slowly lifted and fell on Qin Ruan’s head.

Huo Yunjiao’s gesture was meant to console. He gently stroked her head a few times, his tone soft, "Let’s go back."

No matter what Qin Ruan wanted to do, he would not stand in her way.

If she wanted to have the baby and was expecting him to take responsibility, he would give her a status.

And he would start learning how to look after two children.

If Qin Ruan wanted to abort the baby and not entail him any more...

A dull feeling arose in Huo Yunjiao’s heart, he didn’t want to accept this possibility.

If only she were a little older, so many things wouldn’t need such hesitation.