Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 105 - Third Master Huo: What to Do if the Wife is Too Wild

Chapter 105: Chapter 105 - Third Master Huo: What to Do if the Wife is Too Wild

Huo Yunjiao withdrew his hand from Qin Ruan’s head, his gaze lowered to the girl before him who refused to lift her head. A faint smile danced in his eyes.

He could sense her anxiety and confusion.

The notion made him doubt himself: was he really that terrifying, that he would incite such resistance from a girl?

Qin Ruan wasn’t usually such a timid person.

Huo Yirong, the second master of the Huo family, is rumoured to be ruthless, deep-thinking, cold, and cruel. He was indeed a difficult person to deal with.

On learning his identity, Qin Ruan experienced only utter surprise, devoid of a shred of fear.

Yet when she faced Huo Yunjiao, she felt trepidation from the depths of her heart.

Theirs was not a separation of yin and yang from their past lives, but a real-life face-to-face encounter, with all the accompanying sensations being genuine.

This type of anxiety, suffocation, the feeling of being unable to catch a breath, was alien to Qin Ruan.

It was akin to a fear of a strict teacher that she had experienced as a child.

Amid Qin Ruan’s unease, Huo Chuan, with solemn expression, slowly approached.

He slightly bowed his head to Huo Yunjiao, "Third Master, the Old Master is on the phone. Master Ling Xuzi has arrived, and he wishes for your prompt return."

"Understood."

His voice was low, gentle and mellifluous, like the pleasant sound of a bubbling spring.

Huo Yunjiao acknowledged lightly with his peach blossom eyes locked on Qin Ruan. A sense of helplessness crossed his pale yet handsome face.

"Why do you keep your head down? Lift your head."

He didn’t like this feeling.

Her fear, her evasive attitude, unsettled him at his core.

Before leaving, he wanted to see her.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Ruan immediately raised her head.

With a straight nose, sweet and gentle features, beneath her fine eyebrows there were mesmerizing eyes, a figure and temperament that was second to none.

A glance from her captivating eyes revealed a bewitching glow.

Her clear eyes, filled with seductive appeal.

When she gazed at someone, it felt as if she could draw you in.

Every movement she made, every look in her eyes subtly exuded a unique charm.

Huo Yunjiao’s breath hitched suddenly; he shot a cold glance at her, his eyes incandescent.

After a moment, his thin lips nearly imperceptibly curved upwards.

A chuckle escaped Third Master Huo, his voice low and soft, "You’re truly wild, little girl."

The beauty of Qin Ruan appeared cold but carried a thorny, raw allure.

It wasn’t brusque or wild, rather it was a quiet, powerful beauty that radiated the primal charm from her bones.

Beautiful and captivating, it tugged at your heartstrings.

Qin Ruan was clueless about his implication but his tone seemed void of any demeaning connotation.

Her light red lips parted slightly, confronting the inexplicably cold gaze of the man.

It was perhaps because he had been habitual of upper-class attitude that his unintentional gaze carried an inherent hint of majesty.

Recalling everything Huo Yunjiao had done in his previous life, Qin Ruan suppressed the urge to flee rising within her.

She had heard of Master Ling Xuzi in her previous life.

The year Huo Yunjiao passed away, when he had visited her and their child in Wanbao Mountain, he had mentioned Master Ling Xuzi.

By then, his body was terribly weak, reduced to a mere skeleton.

Even so, he never forgot about her and their child.

Qin Ruan still remembered the nonchalant tone in which Third Master Huo confronted death.

It was during the chill of autumn.

Third Master Huo took yet another trip, accompanied by his subordinate, to pay tribute to Qin Ruan and Huo Yao at Wanbao Mountain.

He was growing increasingly emaciated. Despite being in the prime of a man’s life, not yet even thirty-five, he had become extraordinarily weak.

Like a withered lotus left in an autumn pond, all its vitality sucked dry.

In the cold breeze, standing still in the mud, he projected a noble poise that invited empathy and compassion.

The once elegant and noble man had become so weak that a gust of wind could potentially result in serious illness.