Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1100: If you dare let this body get dirty, I will take your life!

Chapter 1100: Chapter 1100: If you dare let this body get dirty, I will take your life!

Song Qing grasped Huo Yirong’s wrist, which was tangled in her hair, and asked excitedly, "Has Madam agreed to let me return to her side?"

She had only told Qin Ruan about the Song Family wanting her to marry.

Deep down, she fantasized, wondering if the other party was hesitating to let her return.

Huo Yirong frowned, his already gloomy face growing even darker, as he truly did not understand the woman before him, "What a mess! Since you’ve already been thrown out of the Huo Family, you have no right to come back!"

Song Qing’s face, filled with anticipation, fell in an instant; she tightened her grip on Huo Yirong’s wrist and with a slight twist, took control, saying indifferently, "Keep away from me!"

Crazy. She had been excited for nothing!

Huo Yirong’s sinister eyes drooped, looking at his reddening wrist, the light in his eyes dark and unclear, as if harboring a storm about to erupt.

"Song Qing, you really aren’t afraid of death!"

Song Qing gave him a dismissive glance, "I’m alive and well; even if you die, I won’t."

After all, she was a demon, not so easily killed.

Humans have but a mere century of life, while she possessed thousands, even tens of thousands of years; the two could hardly be compared.

Seeing that Song Qing became more and more outspoken, Huo Qiang roared angrily, "Song Qing!"

Huo Yirong leaned forward slightly, reaching out to grasp Song Qing’s neck with a voice as deep as an Evil Puppet from Hell, "Do you really think I wouldn’t dare kill you?"

The hand around Song Qing’s neck tightened slowly.

The force behind it was real, truly aimed to kill.

Song Qing was not one to sit and wait for death. Feeling the difficulty of breathing, her eyes as cold as Huo Yirong’s stared back at him, a glint of killing intent flashing deep within.

What a thing to want to kill her; didn’t it inquire who her master Aqing was!

Song Qing lifted her head, her red lips curving into a cold and sinister smile.

The next moment, she stood up from the ground, twisted his arm forcefully behind his back, and restrained his other hand; now, Huo Yirong was the one being controlled.

Huo Yirong and Huo Qiang, not expecting Song Qing to actually take action, both wore expressions of astonishment.

Huo Qiang stepped forward to stop her, grasping Song Qing’s hand tightly and angrily demanded, "Song Qing, let go!"

Song Qing was, after all, his former subordinate; he didn’t want to see her life endangered by angering the second young master.

"I won’t!"

Song Qing wasn’t foolish; why would she release Huo Yirong just to be bullied again by him.

"Ha ha ha ha..." A pleased low chuckle rose from Huo Yirong’s lips.

Despite being subdued, he laughed so heartily.

Both Huo Qiang and Song Qing looked at him in puzzlement—the former’s expression strange, the latter’s face full of confusion, as if looking at a madman.

Huo Yirong also had impressive skills; he was simply completely taken by surprise that Song Qing would really dare to take action. After his laughter, he deftly broke free from Song Qing’s shackles, grabbed the back of her neck in return, and pulled her close.

His eyes smiled, his voice cold as a blade, "Song Qing, what exactly do you intend to do?"

This time, not feeling the murderous aura from him, Song Qing replied seriously, "To return and serve Madam."

Huo Yirong examined her with an inquisitive gaze, suddenly letting out a low laugh that sent a bone-chilling cold through the air, and with his cold and distinguished face smiling, he seemed somewhat demonic yet also produced a chilling sensation.

Song Qing furrowed her brows in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

Huo Yirong looked at her thick and long hair, tied up in a high ponytail, released the back of her neck, and stretched his hand out to Huo Qiang.

The latter took out a clean handkerchief and placed it in his hand.

Huo Yirong leisurely wiped his fingers, his cool, piercing gaze fixed on Song Qing as he asked calmly, yet with an underlying chill in his voice, "Who are you?"

"Aqing!" Song Qing replied without a second thought.

Huo Yirong murmured the name "Aqing" under his breath while staring at her face, which showed not an ounce of respect and even bordered on arrogance. He asked further, "Then who is Song Qing?"

Upon hearing this, Song Qing realized he had noticed the difference between her and the other personality. They hadn’t fully merged yet. Hesitating, she said, "That would also be me, but she’s asleep."

The statement seemed contradictory, but Huo Yirong understood.

His eyes narrowed, dark and inscrutable as he continued to ask, "Is it you who wants to marry, or is it her?"

"Marry my ass!" Song Qing burst out with an expletive before she explained, "She is me, I am her; we are one!"

Huo Yirong stepped up to Song Qing, leaned in slightly, and came close to her ear. His deep voice mixed with an intimidating coolness: "Do you know that Song Qing is already my woman? With her personality, she would never allow another man to touch her. Regardless of whether you are her or not, if you dare let this body become dirty, I will take your life!"

With these words, he bowed his head and covered Song Qing’s soft lips with his own.

Gazing at the strikingly handsome face so close to hers, Song Qing’s eyes widened in disbelief, her thick lashes trembling slightly.

Her body tensed up as memories of a particularly chaotic night with this man flashed through her mind.

Just as she was about to make a move and fight back, Huo Yirong pulled away first, his thumb grazing her lip, and claimed possessively, "Remember who you belong to! If you forget, I wouldn’t mind helping you recall."

His voice was husky and cold, laced with a hint of provocative ambiguity.

Song Qing pushed his hand away from her lips, disgust written all over her face, "Your skills really suck. I never want to have anything to do with you in my life!"

Thinking back to the memories of that night, her expression soured.

It fucking hurt so much!

Indeed, in this world, there exists a pain more heart-wrenching and soul-tearing than torture.

No man can accept such doubt and provocation without feeling affronted deep down.

"Not good enough?" Huo Yirong licked the sharp fangs hidden in his mouth, his gaze cold and penetrating as he stared at Song Qing.

After a long look, he turned his head and ordered Huo Qiang, "Go call Doctor Chen here!"

He suspected that something was off with Song Qing’s mind.

If this body was truly occupied by a dual personality, why did Aqing know about what had happened between him and Song Qing that night?

Based on what she had just said, he could break her neck without a second thought.

He needed to figure out who exactly the person was that night!

Suddenly, Song Qing swayed, her black eyes flashing with a bewitching glow. Her previously emotional face now took on a solemn and serious expression.

She looked up at the dark sky and suddenly knelt on one knee to the ground, performing a particularly strange ritual of homage.

Her hands raised above her head, her fingers pointing straight towards a certain direction in the sky, it appeared to be an ancient rite.

Soon after, Song Qing stood up, not sparing a glance at Huo Yirong or Huo Qiang, she turned tidily and walked away.

"Stop her!"

As soon as Huo Yirong issued the command, Huo Qiang immediately charged forward.

But just as he was about to touch Song Qing’s shoulder, he was repelled by a mysterious powerful force, flung several meters away.

"Bang!"

Huo Qiang’s tall and sturdy body was thrown forcefully to the ground.

Huo Yirong’s pupils dilated sharply, and he quickened his pace toward Song Qing.

The Hidden Guards, invisible in the courtyard, all appeared, swarming towards Song Qing and trapping her within a tight encirclement.