Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1089: Forcing Ruanruan to Transform into Her Fox Original Form and Start Fighting!

Chapter 1089: Chapter 1089: Forcing Ruanruan to Transform into Her Fox Original Form and Start Fighting!

Qin Ruan entered the reception room, where the Ke family father and son were talking to the spirit of Hen Nianzhen. Her arrival attracted the attention of both men and the puppet.

Ke Zhibin walked up to Qin Ruan with a grateful expression, bowed, and thanked her, "Thank you, Madam Huo, for saving my life. Nianzhen told me everything. If it hadn’t been for you, she would not have escaped this ordeal."

Qin Ruan stood at the doorway without entering and spoke indifferently, "It was just a small effort."

She turned her head to Huo Zhi and said, "It’s getting late. Arrange for someone to send them home, and make sure they get there safely."

Huo Zhi bowed his head, "Yes, Madam!"

Ke Zhibin hastily thanked her again, "Thank you, Madam Huo."

Qin Ruan, looking weary, waved her hand at him, "Be careful on your way. I won’t see you out."

Having said that, she turned and left.

Her back was slender and frail, not at all looking like someone who was pregnant. Too thin.

Qin Ruan returned to her bedroom and found Xia Yunchen leaning against the bed with his phone lit up. Hearing the door open, he looked up with his gentle eyes.

"Haven’t slept yet?" Qin Ruan took off her coat, casually threw it on the sofa, and headed towards the bathroom.

Huo Yunjiao’s voice was gentle, "I was waiting for you."

Qin Ruan entered the bathroom, responding, "I’ll take a quick shower and be right out."

The bathroom door closed, and Huo Yunjiao, leaning by the bed seemingly relaxed, heaved a soft sigh of relief.

He looked down at the phone he was holding upside down, his light lips curving slightly, his expression somewhat wry.

Just then, the Black and White Impermanence had reported to him about Qin Ruan’s probing words to the Underworld Envoy downstairs. He truly didn’t know how to comment.

His Aruan’s thought process was eccentric, guessing that it might be related to his lineage.

If he could father such a daughter who was both loved and hated, he really couldn’t be harsh on her—although he would’ve sternly made her learn her lesson, it wouldn’t be in this untouchable and difficult situation.

Huo Yunjiao tapped on the phone screen with his pale fingers, his handsome face filled with helplessness.

He felt both reluctant to reprimand and a growing pity for Qin Ruan. Not to say about reprimanding, but as they spent more time together, it reached an unconditional indulgence.

Day after day, year after year.

This pampering mentality only grew deeper, ingrained in his bones.

Qin Ruan quickly wrapped herself in a towel and came out of the bathroom, noticing Xia Yunchen still in the same pose, his handsome, thoughtful face not showing what he was pondering.

She leaned against the bathroom door, holding a hairdryer in one hand, a towel in the other, drying her hair as she curiously observed Xia Yunchen.

Suddenly, Huo Yunjiao looked up, and Qin Ruan unexpectedly fell into his affectionate, tender gaze.

Her eyelids trembled to avoid appearing faltered, her eyes, wide open like a fox’s, stared at Xia Yunchen somewhat angrily.

Unaware how adorable this expression was, Huo Yunjiao felt stirred by her captivating gaze, almost wanting to embrace her and force her into her fox form and just indulge!

While Xia Yunchen internally felt eager, his face showed no sign of it. He put down the phone, whose screen had long turned off, and gestured for Qin Ruan to come over.

She walked over with the hairdryer, and Huo Yunjiao smoothly took it from her, pulling Qin Ruan to sit by the bed and tenderly started drying her hair.

Qin Ruan obediently sat by the bed, enjoying Xia Yunchen’s service, her eyelids lazily drooping, her eyes on his robust arms.

She raised her hand and poked his arm with her fingertip.

Huo Yunjiao, who was drying her hair, paused and looked down at her, puzzled.

Qin Ruan lowered her head toying with her fingers, pretending she hadn’t done anything, even humming a familiar tune.

Huo Yunjiao’s defined hand moved through Qin Ruan’s thick black hair as he continued to dry it, casually asking, "What song is this?"

"It’s a soundtrack from Xia Yunchen’s first fantasy drama, the one that launched his singing career in the Mandarin pop scene," answered Qin Ruan nonchalantly.

As the words reached Huo Yunjiao, he was momentarily taken aback.

Qin Ruan was being unusually off today.

Or rather, she had been off recently, but today was the most noticeable. Had her spiritual sense not returned, he might have suspected she had regained her memory.

Truly a cunning little fox, always on alert at the slightest breeze.

Huo Yunjiao continued his actions without pause, undisturbed by Qin Ruan’s sudden mention of Xia Yunchen.

Sitting by the bed, facing away from Xia Yunchen, Qin Ruan’s fox-like eyes held a covert sharpness. She felt the man behind her showing no signs of impropriety; his handling of her hair was steady as before.

"Do you like Movie Emperor Xia a lot?"

The man’s calm inquiry came from behind, his voice deep and pleasant as ever.

Qin Ruan airily responded, "He’s okay, I guess—being a famous actor, it’s hard not to know him."

Her tone was dismissive.

Huo Yunjiao’s throat emitted a light chuckle, tinged with mockery.

Detecting the disdain in his laugh, Qin Ruan turned around, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "What? You have a problem with him?"

Huo Yunjiao turned off the hairdryer, cupped Qin Ruan’s cheeks with his hands, his deep eyes tender and entwining, his lips slightly parted, "Ruanruan caring about other men, can’t I get jealous?"

Qin Ruan’s composed expression cracked, not expecting him to say that.

She pushed him on the chest, pulled up the blanket from the bed, wrapped herself, and lay down to sleep.

Huo Yunjiao lay beside her, pulled her into his arms, and asked in a soft, innocent tone, "What’s the matter?"

"I’m tired, going to sleep!"

Qin Ruan was tired of dealing with the old fox and didn’t want to test him anymore.

Seeing her subside in silent anger, Huo Yunjiao gently smoothed her sleek hair, lowered his voice, and coaxed softly, "He is fine, you don’t need to worry."

With her back to Third Master, Qin Ruan suddenly opened her eyes.

A flash of brilliance appeared in the depths of her eyes, and she responded in a low nasal tone.

Noticing her softened attitude, Huo Yunjiao chuckled lightly.

He raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp, holding his petite wife in his arms, and closed his eyes, both drifting off to sleep.

The next day.

Qin Ruan opened her eyes and, as usual, did not see the man who should have been beside her. She lay in bed, too lazy to get up, and turned to look at the view of the Huo Family scenery through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Everything she set her eyes on was meticulously elegant, exuding a thick ancient charm.

However, what pleased Qin Ruan the most was the garden below where precious flowers competed in beauty, which alone lifted her spirits.

Qin Ruan lay on the bed for a long time, but physiological needs made her get up and walk towards the bathroom inside the room.

After she had freshened up, she heard the vibration of her cell phone on the bedside table.

Qin Ruan hurried over to the bed, picked up her phone, and saw Wu Fan’s incoming call display. She slid her fingertip to answer the call.

Through the phone’s speaker, Wu Fan’s voice confirmed, "Qin Ruan?"

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Qin Ruan squinted her eyes, which were filled with a cold brilliance, "It’s me. How is the investigation going?"

Wu Fan exhaled softly, speaking very quickly, "I and my junior fellow are in West City. Yesterday, we followed Weng En into an underground boxing ring in West City, and then he went to a nightclub and took a woman from there into a hotel.

This morning, we haven’t seen him come out, so we barged into the room. The room had only the woman he took from the nightclub; that guy ran away last night. He must have noticed our tracking, damn it! A perfect case of a magic trick escape!"

Wu Fan sounded very angry.

The experience of being played brought an uncontrollable fury in her, which Qin Ruan could feel through the phone.

She clicked her tongue lightly but did not blame Wu Fan and her junior brother; instead, she asked, "Which underground boxing ring did Weng En go to last night, and which nightclub did the woman come from? Is the woman under control? Did you ask if she knows Weng En?"

Wu Fan listed the names of the underground boxing ring and the nightclub, then continued, "We have that miss under control, but she knows nothing.

Weng En paid her an irresistible appearance fee last night, and she went with him to the hotel. Nothing happened between them; Weng En left via the hotel’s exterior air conditioning units."

Qin Ruan, hearing that Weng En visited Jiang Liuliu’s underground boxing ring and nightclub, sensed a strong smell of conspiracy.

Her voice deepened, "You and Yanxuan find a way to locate Weng En. Keep a close watch on him. You don’t need to confront him, just report his daily activities."

Wu Fan assured in a grave tone, "Okay, we will head to the Guard Squad to block him."

Thinking of Weng En’s strong anti-surveillance capabilities, Qin Ruan couldn’t help but remind with concern, "Be careful. Pull out immediately if there’s danger. Your safety is crucial."

"Got it!"

Wu Fan responded and quickly hung up the phone.

Qin Ruan heard the beep from the phone, set down the phone that was pressed to her ear, glanced at the ended call on the screen, and casually threw the phone beside the bed as she got up and walked towards the door.

Just as she opened the door, she saw Huo Zhi standing there with documents in his arms.

Seeing his tense expression, Qin Ruan had a bad feeling, "What is it?"

Huo Zhi with his lips tightly sealed, slowly revealed, "Madam, Boss Pang is dead."

Qin Ruan’s brows instantly furrowed, and she asked in a grave tone, "Where was the body found? Have the causes of death been clarified?"

Huo Zhi respectfully presented the documents he held to Qin Ruan, "The body was discovered at Wenshi Mountain Peak. Yesterday, tourists descending the mountain spotted the body in the bushes. Forensics determined the time of death to be early morning the day before yesterday."

Qin Ruan opened the document, and a magnified photo of the body appeared before her eyes.

Boss Pang looked as if he were merely asleep. If not for the police tape beside the body, one might think he was still alive.

His features looked kind, not those of a deeply evil person.

Observing his facial expression and the slight upward curve of his lips, it seemed his death process was not painful.

Qin Ruan, not bothering to read the jargon-filled report, directly asked Huo Zhi, "What did the coroner say about the cause of death?"

Huo Zhi, with an icy voice, replied, "Sudden death syndrome. However, according to our Secret Guard Department’s investigation, he was likely murdered. There were no signs of struggle on Boss Pang’s body, yet his limbs were slightly stiff, indicating a brief resistance."

Qin Ruan closed the document, slapped it back into Huo Zhi’s arms, her voice cold and deep, "Investigate! Find out all the people Boss Pang was in contact with recently and whom he met before his death!"

Holding the document in his arms, Huo Zhi replied respectfully, "We have already checked. Boss Pang didn’t have many friends, mostly fair-weather friends for entertainment. Recently, other_than frequent contact with a lover, there’s been no trace of anyone else."

A chilling solemnity tinted Qin Ruan’s eyes, "Where is that lover?"

"West City—"

As Huo Zhi spoke, Qin Ruan’s face visibly darkened.

West City again!

What was going on recently? Why did every person related to Wenshi Mountain Peak have ties with people from West City?

Qin Ruan had lived in West City for eighteen years and had never realized it could attract so many people.

Pondering, she gently rubbed her fingertips, feeling it was time to make a trip to West City.

The last time she met Li Zilan, Shen Ran, and Su Wang, she had promised them a gathering.

The cool aloofness in Qin Ruan’s eyes receded; she asked Huo Zhi, "Is Third Master at home?"

Huo Zhi nodded, "The master is in the downstairs reception room, enjoying tea with Nicholas."

"Prepare the car. I need to make a trip out soon."

Qin Ruan brushed past him, heading downstairs.