Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1083: Master Huo: Since When Have You Become So Delicate?

Chapter 1083: Chapter 1083: Master Huo: Since When Have You Become So Delicate?

Huo Yao’s small body stood straight, and she immediately began to defend herself, "We have been good and obedient, never bullying other kids on our own."

Huo Anqi spoke with noticeable unease, "I didn’t cause any trouble, either."

The two little ones instantly became well-behaved.

Sitting up straight, their anxious eyes fixed on Grandpa, if one looked closely, the unease in their gaze was apparent.

Huo Yunjiao looked at them with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile and pursed his lips, "No matter how much you act up, you need to know where to draw the line, especially now. Behave, and don’t cause trouble for your mom."

Huo Yao raised her small hand, her voice resolute as she promised, "We’ll be good!"

Huo Anqi nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Good—" Huo Yunjiao rubbed their heads one by one.

The brothers exchanged a secretive glance, sharing a sense of relief as if they had just survived a great peril, and sighed heavily in relief within their hearts.

Qin Ruan, who was upstairs picking out a birthday present, was unaware that her sons were currently facing intimidation from Grandpa.

She had picked out a spiritual stone bracelet, each stone polished smooth as pearls, full and crystal clear.

The beads contained white mist, the essence of nature, which could draw out the evil Qi from Grandpa’s body.

Qin Ruan, unable to put the spiritual stone down, played with it in her hands, showing a satisfied look in her eyes.

Qin Jingcen took out a dark-patterned exquisite gift box from the safe and slowly opened it to reveal the Jade Ruyi carved from Emperor Green Jade Stone, about the size of an adult’s two palms.

"This Jade Ruyi is crafted from the Emperor Green Jade Stone we bought from He Shao last time, a birthday present for Grandpa Huo."

Qin Ruan lowered her gaze to the finely made Jade Ruyi in the box, which was carved with auspicious clouds and lingzhi patterns that not only wished for peace and good luck but also symbolized health and longevity.

Its shape was unique, resembling a long-handled Beiye hook.

Qin Ruan reached out and gently touched the Jade Ruyi in the box, feeling the coolness of the smooth, silk-like jade stone.

She really liked this gift, and looked up at Qin Jingcen with crescent-shaped, beautiful eyes, "I’ll say thank you to Grandpa Huo on your behalf."

Qin Jingcen, with his arm around her shoulder, walked towards the door, "There’s no need for thanks among family. It’s getting dark; I won’t keep you any longer. Go back early."

Today was Grandpa Huo’s birthday, and he wanted to keep Qin Ruan but knew this wasn’t the right moment.

The two had just left the room when they saw Qin Mei walking out of the next room, carrying a small, exquisite gift box.

He carefully handed the gift box to Qin Ruan, "This is a Longquan inkpad that I spent a lot at an auction to buy recently. It’s made with top-end materials and the most traditional craftsmanship, definitely authentic Longquan ink. I’m parting with it with a heavy heart to give to your husband, wishing him a happy birthday."

Longquan inkpad is among the most expensive inks in the world, more precious than gold.

A vivid red that held a nation’s beauty for a millennium!

The Longquan inkpad, once exclusive to the royal family, is made from lotus fiber, with ten thousand pounds of lotus roots yielding just two ounces of fiber, which then had to be dried in the shade for a whole year before use.

Its manufacturing process is also quite complicated, with very precious materials needed. From the start of production to the inkpad’s completion, the whole process spans at least six years and could take longer under special circumstances.

It remains unfaded for hundreds of years—immune to water soaking and unbendable by fire.

China is not without luxury goods; it’s that the traditional owners of these luxuries play with items that some people can’t afford even if they wanted to.

The Longquan inkpad is just one of China’s luxury items, deeply embedded with Chinese cultural significance, crafted by artisans through long years of dedication.

Qin Ruan accepted the exquisite gift box from her older brother, her face showing a sincere smile, "Thank you, big brother."

Qin Mei pursed his lips, feigning anger with a glare at her, "Who needs your thanks? Grandpa Huo should be the one thanking me. I saw him doing calligraphy and seal carving last time at Huo’s house; this thing is useless to me. It would be better put to use by him."

Knowing his true feelings, Qin Ruan teased with a smile, "If big brother knows it’s useless to him, why did he buy it?"

Qin Mei stubbornly retorted, "It just happened to catch my eye, so I bought it on impulse."

He would never admit that he had prepared the gift well in advance.

Qin Ruan’s fox-like eyes stared at him, as if seeing right through his heart.

She held the gift box in her arms as she walked downstairs, confidently saying, "Grandpa Huo will definitely like it."

"Hmph!" Qin Mei’s lips twitched slightly, his words insincere, "If he doesn’t like it, I might as well not have given it. Just don’t forget to return it to me."

As Qin Ruan and Qin Jingcen walked ahead, they exchanged a look filled with teasing amusement.

Recalling the car accident she encountered on the way here, Qin Ruan’s smile faded slightly, "Big brother, did you say there have been many car accidents in the city lately?"

Mentioning this matter, Qin Jingcen frowned slightly, speaking gravely, "For two consecutive days, I’ve come across car accidents on my commute. The most alarming was last night on my way home. Within just a half-hour drive, I encountered seven accident scenes."

"Is it that many?" Qin Ruan couldn’t help but show a look of surprise upon hearing this.

Qin Jingcen nodded, his tone very subtle, "That’s just on my way to and from work. I’ve heard from the company’s employees that most of them have also encountered car accidents on the road."

Thinking of the malevolent spirits she saw at the site of the car accident on her way there, Qin Ruan’s expression became solemn, knowing that this matter was not simple.

The three of them walked to the doorway, and Qin Ruan looked back to instruct her two brothers, "Take care when you go out recently, and you can call me if you encounter any supernatural events."

She was holding the gifts in one hand, freeing the other hand to focus Nether Divine Power at her fingertips, a thin golden light flicked into the bodies of Qin Jingcen and Qin Mei.

This Nether Divine Power would protect them from being approached by malevolent spirits.

Qin Jingcen and Qin Mei felt a surge of energy flowing through their bodies.

The sensation was so quick they hardly had time to process it before it vanished.

Qin Mei helped Qin Ruan hold the gift box nestled in her arms, saying warmly, "Understood, you also be careful."

"Meow—"

Xueqiu, lying on the carpet, scratched at Qin Mei’s foot with two furry paws, letting out a weak meow looking up at him.

Qin Mei picked it up from the ground, petting Xueqiu’s fur and asked with a chuckle, "Little thing, what’s wrong with you? You look listless."

"Meow meow—"

Xueqiu meowed pitifully twice, its paws very humanly wrapping around Qin Mei’s neck and burying its head on his shoulder.

The entire cat was listless, nearly slumping into Qin Mei’s embrace.

Qin Ruan glanced at the Cat Demon taking advantage of her second brother, her eyebrows lightly raised.

"Cough cough..."

There were low coughs from behind, accompanied by approaching footsteps.

Qin Ruan, with her hands full of gifts, turned around and saw Huo Yunjiao walking towards her gracefully, his hand covering his mouth with a handkerchief as he coughed.

She quickly walked forward, a look of concern in her eyes, "Why have you come down? Aren’t you afraid of catching a cold?"

Huo Yunjiao took the gift box from Qin Ruan’s arms, his face bearing a gentle smile, his voice low and soft, "I’m not that delicate."

He nodded slightly to the two Qin brothers with different expressions.

Qin Ruan took the opportunity to point out the gifts that Qin Jingcen and Qin Mei had brought, saying to the elder, "These are the gifts Big Brother and Second Brother sent for you, a Jade Ruyi and Longquan seal paste."

Huo Yunjiao’s handsome yet pale face showed a faint smile as he nodded again towards Qin Jingcen and Qin Mei, "Thank you—"

His demeanour was as gentle and warm as ever, truly befitting the demeanor and cultivation of an Aristocratic Family’s scion.

Qin Jingcen scrutinized Huo Yunjiao, seeing that his complexion looked much worse than before, and slightly furrowed his brows, "If you’re unwell, you shouldn’t stay out in the wind. Better go home quickly."

Qin Ruan, supporting the elder’s arm, waved to Qin Jingcen and Qin Mei, "Big Brother, Second Brother, you go in too. We’re leaving."

Fearful for the elder catching cold, she helped him walk briskly towards the car.

Qin Jingcen called out from behind, "Drive slowly, and don’t forget to let us know when you get home safely."

"Got it!"

Qin Ruan called back without turning her head.

The Qin brothers watched the couple get into the car, their eyes following the Huo Family’s luxurious motorcade as it swiftly drove away.

Qin Mei, having restrained himself for a while, finally spoke up, "Big Brother, what’s the deal with Huo Yunjiao? Why does it seem like he’s not in good health?"

Qin Jingcen’s brows remained tightly knitted; he said with uncertainty, "With Ruanruan there, it should be fine."

But even saying this, he didn’t seem to convince himself much.

The obvious weight loss of Huo Yunjiao’s body and the pallor of his face all indicated serious problems.

"Is our little sister not going to be left a widow?" Qin Mei shockingly said.

Qin Jingcen raised his hand and gave him a whack on the head.

He scolded coldly, "Don’t speak such ominous words!"

After getting slapped on the head, Qin Mei’s worried expression did not fade; he furrowed his brows tightly, "But aren’t there rumors outside, suggesting that Huo Yunjiao’s health is weak and he might, you know..."

"You said it yourself, it’s just a rumor."

Qin Jingcen turned and walked towards the house, his voice carrying a chill.