Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1109: This is a mutual rush, all just to meet a better and more perfect each other

Chapter 1109: Chapter 1109: This is a mutual rush, all just to meet a better and more perfect each other

Huo Yunjiao tightly embraced Qin Ruan’s body, holding her so tightly that he had forgotten that she might get hurt by it.

He lamented the unfairness of fate, mourning that when everything seemed to settle, destiny still played tricks on them.

Though the trials they faced in this reincarnation were nothing compared to their past lives, the continuous regrets of missed opportunities truly pained him.

If only once destiny hadn’t interfered, his Aruan wouldn’t have had to suffer so much.

Qin Ruan, sensing Huo Yunjiao’s low spirits, and despite the pain from his tight embrace, gently patted his back with her hand.

With a smile in her voice, she earnestly said, "I’m really thankful to fate for letting me meet the young you."

Each word radiated sincerity and gratitude.

Huo Yunjiao spoke with irony, his voice muffled, "But I couldn’t bring you home."

If time could turn back to that night in West City, he would have definitely put little Qin Ruan in his car and taken her to the Huo Family.

He would have provided Qin Ruan with the best living environment, allowing her to enjoy the finest material comforts.

But ultimately, they had missed their chance.

It was a lifelong regret that could never be mended.

He should have known, with his naturally cold disposition, why he felt such pity for a little girl—it was nothing but their inseparable destiny.

Qin Ruan rested her chin on Huo Yunjiao’s shoulder, her voice soft, "On the day we met, I remembered your name, the title ’J God,’ which helped me endure many tough days.

That meal was a luxurious feast for me. I never knew some food could taste so delicious. It was because I had tasted such delicious food and seen your proud and dignified presence combined with a kind heart, that I did not bow to fate in West City time after time.

Five years ago, Xuan Qing humiliated me over and over, toyed with me, and attacked me. That was the most painful memory I have of being hurt. In order not to be trampled upon by others, I nearly died in West City.

Old Jiang, seeing me being so mistreated, softened his heart and sought help from the Huo Family. Ultimately, it was still the Huo Family who protected me, allowing me to linger on miserably for a few more years until my father and brother found me.

Fate may be unfair, but in the end, it gave me a way out over and over again, and all of this is inseparably linked to you, to the Huo Family. Third Master, I should say thank you to you."

This thank you had been delayed for many, many years.

Today, she finally said it out loud.

It felt like a burden on her heart had finally settled.

She no longer needed to carry it, nor feel sad and regretful about the disparity between them when she learned about the legend of J God.

Huo Yunjiao’s slender fingers touched the corners of Qin Ruan’s smiling eyes, dropping a restrained and fleeting kiss on her cheek.

He rested his head against Qin Ruan’s forehead, his seductive voice tinged with a enticing hoarseness, "Ruanruan, it is I who should thank you, thank you for enduring the ordeal and not giving up on being reborn from ashes."

His Aruan, this time had walked a path full of pitfalls and hardship, stepping through blood to stand before him.

He had never, like at this moment, profoundly realized the difficulties and pains of her first eighteen years, each step marked by sweat and blood.

Perhaps never had anyone summarized Qin Ruan’s eighteen years of hardships in a few short sentences.

The Third Master’s words, both soothing and cherishing, as if feeling her years of difficulties, inadvertently caused Qin Ruan to secretly tear up.

Qin Ruan blinked, pushing back the tears in her eyes. She held the chiseled beautiful face of the man in front of her with both hands, her voice very light, "If life is a journey of cultivation, then all the hardships and setbacks of my first eighteen years were refinement.

All the injuries and pain, sadness and joy, whether glory or humiliation, each experience made me more mature. They taught me to think, made me strong, and also taught me to cherish."

"All that I’ve gone through was just to shape a more perfect version of myself, to make our acquaintance better, so we wouldn’t miss each other again."

She genuinely thanked the tenacity she held onto in West City years ago, standing her ground steadfastly; otherwise, she wouldn’t have today with Third Master.

If back then she hadn’t met that dazzling young man, and hadn’t received the protection from Master Jiang and the Huo Family, she surely wouldn’t have reached this day.

Huo Yunjiao knew that Qin Ruan was comforting him in her own way.

He slightly tugged at his thin lips, his expression returning to a gentle and refined demeanor, and with one hand caressing Qin Ruan’s face, he gently nodded and said, "I understand, thank you for the effort, Ruanruan."

"All the hardships and humiliations you’ve endured, I will avenge each one for you."

"All the pain inflicted on you by others, I will personally seek justice for you."

Qin Ruan was unaware of Third Master’s emotional thoughts. She pursed her lips in a smile, her face showing a slightly embarrassed expression.

Her recent words could be considered a rather implicit and tactful confession.

She lowered her eyelids slightly, her red lips parted lightly, "It’s not hard; I feel it’s all been worth it."

Perhaps, their encounter in adulthood formed a family with children not yet born, lacking a foundation of feelings.

After spending so much time together, she had already grown dependent on Third Master.

This affection, evolving from dependency to intimacy, was something her family couldn’t give her, making her crave and become addicted to it.

Huo Yunjiao wrapped his arms around Qin Ruan’s waist, helping her stand up, and then waved to Huo Zhi, who was standing at the staircase entrance.

As the latter and two Hidden Guards approached, his voice deepened, "Take Madam back to the small building, make sure she finishes her medicinal soup, and watch Ayao and Anqi, don’t let them disturb the Madam."

"Yes, Master—"

Huo Qiang bowed and walked over to Qin Ruan’s side.

Seeing the two masters embracing tightly, she was momentarily unsure whether to extend her hand.

Huo Yunjiao released his arms from around Qin Ruan’s waist. He acted as if nothing had happened, his facial expression calm and unhurried, and he advised, "You’ve lost weight recently, eat more at dinner."

Qin Ruan touched her stomach, which hadn’t started showing yet, but she felt her body had gotten a bit looser.

She clucked her tongue softly, her face filled with worry as she complained, "If I keep eating like this, I’ll turn into a chubby girl."

Huo Yunjiao stretched out a hand and playfully slapped Qin Ruan’s buttocks, remarking, "Better to be a bit chubby; not only does it feel good, but it’s also healthy."

Qin Ruan, who had been slapped, was momentarily stunned, then her face flushed red and then pale.

The warm and touching atmosphere just moments ago vanished with that slap.

Hearing Third Master’s teasing words, her eyelids trembled.

Did this man have any sense of romance at all!

Qin Ruan, too lazy to even roll her eyes, supported herself on Huo Zhi’s arm and turned to walk out the door.

Her steps were hurried, almost as if fleeing in panic.

Behind her, Huo Yunjiao’s expression visibly darkened rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, his expression was as deep as water.