Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1099: No Insubordination Allowed, Those Who Dare to Defy, Kill!

Chapter 1099: Chapter 1099: No Insubordination Allowed, Those Who Dare to Defy, Kill!

Qin Ruan held the hand of her family’s third master, whose hand was slender and beautiful, as pale as jade, fitting to be appreciated and held.

Huo Yunjiao then gazed at her tenderly.

Watching them play dumb, Huo Yirong began to fume, but before he could start an argument, Qin Ruan took the initiative to speak.

Thinking of Song Qing whom she met in West City, she said to Huo Yirong with a smile, "Brother Rong, I met Song Qing today, she wants to come back, but I refused."

Huo Yirong’s handsome face subtly changed, his brows involuntarily furrowed, and his tone also cooled down several degrees, "Why mention her all of a sudden, if it was her decision to leave, she thinks she can just come back? What does she take the Huo Family for?!"

His voice slowly rose, his tone piercing cold by the end, clearly resenting Song Qing’s choice to leave the Huo Family.

Qin Ruan nodded in agreement, her voice containing laughter, leisurely saying, "Song Qing mentioned that the Song Family is forcing her to marry. She’s not young anymore, if she truly finds someone she’s destined with, getting married might not be a bad choice."

Huo Yirong’s hand, which rested on his leg, clenched subconsciously, the joints colliding and making a creaking sound.

"Getting married?"

His thin lips slightly curved upwards, his tone low and frosty in his eyes.

Whether Song Qing left the Huo Family or not, she was already his woman.

Marked with his label, she was his possession.

He thought this woman would have the sense to know what should be done and what should not.

It hadn’t been long since she left, and she was already thinking of marrying someone else!

A surge of uncontrollable rage welled up within Huo Yirong, bursting out furiously, not attempting to hide it at all.

Hurried footsteps approached from afar, it was Huo Qiang quickly moving towards them.

He sensed the heavy atmosphere in the hall.

Thinking of the person outside, he suppressed the unease in his heart, quickly walked to the three of them, bowed respectfully and said in a reverent tone, "Master, Song Qing has arrived, she is kneeling outside."

The moment his words fell, Huo Yirong stood up abruptly, and strode towards the door, filled with a murderous rage.

Seeing this, Qin Ruan also stood, just as she took a step forward, she was stopped by Huo Yunjiao, who was sitting on the sofa, holding her hand.

She turned her head back to look at the man behind her, meeting his gentle eyes filled with a smile.

Huo Yunjiao, holding her hand, spoke softly, "Ruanruan, we should not interfere with matters of the heart."

Qin Ruan slightly raised her eyebrows, her face incredulous, "Are you sure it’s a matter of the heart and not Brother Rong’s unilateral cruelty?"

She couldn’t see any affection from Huo Yirong towards Song Qing; judging by his raging fury when the other left, he was nearly incinerating.

Huo Yirong stood up, put an arm around Qin Ruan’s shoulder, leading her upstairs, "Don’t worry, second brother knows his limits, he won’t do something irredeemable."

Before ascending the stairs, he instructed Huo Qiang waiting beside him, "Give the documents on the table to second master, tell him to personally handle the Bolin Family matters since the future Family Head of the Bolin Family is his good friend and classmate."

"Yes, Master—"

Huo Qiang bowed respectfully, picked up the documents from the table, and hurriedly left.

Huo Yirong came outside, seeing Song Qing kneeling below the steps.

She was dressed in a tight black outfit, her back straight, exuding a proud aura, looking somewhat different from before.

Hearing footsteps, Song Qing slowly raised her head.

Seeing Huo Yirong entering her view, she slightly lowered her eyelids, treating him as if he were invisible.

This only fuelled the raging fire inside Huo Yirong, making it burn more intensely.

"Heh!" He scoffed lightly, gracefully descending the steps.

Song Qing was still unaware of the danger approaching, kneeling perfectly on the ground with not a single fault to find in her posture.

Just as she was thinking about how to make her master accept her, a shadow blocked her view.

Following that, a foot clad in Brogue shoes viciously stepped onto her shoulder, and a cold voice came from above her head, "What, it hasn’t been long since you left, and you’ve forgotten the rules of the Huo Family? When someone makes a mistake, they should be kneeling on the ground. Have all these years of rules gone to the dogs?"

Despite the calm tone, it was laced with a chilly coldness and a dangerous, snake-like hiss.

Unlike before, Song Qing wasn’t fearful; she raised her sharp, cold eyes and silently gazed at the icy figure before her.

Her red lips slightly parted, "Who are you!"

Huo Yirong frowned tightly, his cruel and brutal eyes sizing her up.

The alienation and unfamiliarity in Song Qing’s eyes didn’t seem feigned, and the disdain buried deep in her eyes was also clearly detected by him.

Huo Yirong, with a cold tone, said, "What game are you playing?"

Song Qing remained silent, her gaze drifting to the foot still exerting force on her shoulder, trying to force her down to the ground, her lips curling into a scornful smirk.

The next second, she made a swift move.

It wasn’t clear which part of Huo Yirong Song Qing had touched, but the foot on her shoulder withdrew as if electrified.

Just then, Huo Qiang came out from inside the house, witnessing the scene of Song Qing striking the Second Master.

He rushed forward, his gaze cold as if poisoned, staring deadly at Song Qing, "Song Qing, you’ve forgotten the rules. This is the Huo Family, no place for your recklessness!"

In the rules of the Hidden Guard, one crucial rule was never to commit insubordination.

Anyone daring to defy this rule would be killed!

Song Qing looked past Huo Qiang to the door behind him, disappointed not to see Qin Ruan.

Huo Yirong, with tightly furrowed brows, relieved his somewhat numb foot. His blood-thirsty, fierce cold eyes looked towards Song Qing, his thin lips moving slightly as he said in an unnaturally gentle speed, "Song Qing, I really underestimated you."

No matter what game this woman was playing, she had successfully angered him.

Ignoring hierarchy, committing insubordination, casually seeing other men.

Each act was a trampling of his bottom line.

Song Qing didn’t even give him a glance, completely ignoring him, which struck Huo Qiang as particularly odd.

In the past, Song Qing would never act this way—she was the most prudent in the Secret Guard Department, never rashly stepping forward, cold in temperament but always aware of what to do and what not to do.

The woman before him now seemed somewhat unfamiliar, a strange sense of incongruity accompanying the sense of danger.

Huo Yirong was again and again ignored by Song Qing, the suppressed fury in his eyes seemed almost enough to burn her to ashes.

His chilly voice sharply commanded, "Song Qing!"

Song Qing looked up, glancing at him with an emotionless gaze.

She stretched her hand to her ear, her voice leisurely saying, "My ears aren’t deaf, who are you trying to scare by shouting so loudly!"

Seeing her still unaware of the severity of the situation, Huo Yirong laughed in anger, "Good! A few days out and you’ve grown spirited!"

He stepped forward again, reaching out and forcefully grabbing Song Qing’s hair, "I heard you want to get married?"

Just as Song Qing was about to resist, she heard this, and her eyes, filled with fury, sparkled brightly.

A happy smile appeared on her face, looking quite captivating.

Such an expression, falling into Huo Yirong’s eyes, made him misconstrue.

He mistakenly thought Song Qing was intentionally trying to capture his attention in this manner.