Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1123: Only Qin Ruan Has the Ability to Confront the Witch Clan!

Chapter 1123: Chapter 1123: Only Qin Ruan Has the Ability to Confront the Witch Clan!

The swirling smoke before Wei Linchen’s eyes dissipated. He tightly closed his eyes, his tone already calm: "Second brother, why does the Witch Clan want my organs?"

Fu Yuheng was very sensitive to people’s emotions.

Even though his younger brother seemed calm at the moment, he could feel the chill exuding from his body and the overwhelming rage that was inadvertently released, permeating the air.

Fu Yuheng showed a look of helplessness. Under Wei Linchen’s bloodshot gaze, he revealed the inside story: "The Witch Clan’s Saintess had a child who was born weak with organ failure, needing an organ and blood transplant to survive.

Because of the child’s unique blood type, it was impossible to find a suitable match. When we went on a trip that year, they targeted you during that medical exam you had at the hospital."

Wei Linchen didn’t need further explanation to guess. It was simply that all his medical checks matched the requirements to save that Witch Clan Saintess’s child.

His lips curved into a malicious grin. He asked coldly, "Is that child still alive?"

Fu Yuheng said indifferently, "Dead."

"How wonderful."

Wei Linchen made no attempt to conceal his schadenfreude.

It was truly poetic justice. Good riddance!

It was a pity that his second brother had paid the price with his life, while he still clung to this world.

Wei Linchen’s eyes darkened slightly. He suddenly asked, "Second brother, do you know that the Huo Family and the Witch Clan are currently at odds like water and fire?"

Fu Yuheng’s smile was gentle, his voice soft as he spoke words that made Wei Linchen’s heart sink continuously: "I know, the Saintess brought us to the Capital City to make a final stand."

If it weren’t for this opportunity, he probably wouldn’t have been able to come to the Capital City.

He had learned last year during an outing that the Fu Family had risen significantly and moved the entire family to the Capital City.

If the Fu Family was a dominator in the south, coming to the Capital City was like stepping into the true threshold of an Aristocratic Family.

Wei Linchen took a deep drag of his cigarette, carelessly threw the remaining half on the cobblestone ground of the courtyard, and crushed it out with the tip of his shoe. He asked, eyes downcast, "What’s your stance then?"

He was eager to know how his second brother had been these past years, what he had experienced in the Witch Clan.

But most importantly, he needed to understand his brother’s stance in the confrontation between the Huo Family and the Witch Clan.

Fu Yuheng’s voice was as calm as ever, "To come back and see you guys, after that, even if my soul scatters, I will die without regrets."

A tone that seemed indifferent to life and death, as if he was not a Puppet crafted by the Witch Clan but an ascetic hermit detached from the world.

Wei Linchen abruptly looked up: "Are you going back to the Witch Clan?"

He detected an unspoken implication in the other’s tone.

Fu Yuheng raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his high nose, his pale face showing a hint of exhaustion: "Xiaojin, I have no choice."

Wei Linchen exploded like a lit firecracker, swearing, "Bullshit! Give me a straight answer, are you a pawn of the Witch Clan? Or the Second Young Master of the Fu Family?"

If the second brother returned to the Witch Clan, that meant standing in opposition to the Huo Family.

Once the Witch Clan and the Huo Family began their slaughter, the Fu Family, now one of the six great Aristocratic Families, wouldn’t be able to save the second brother.

Fu Yuheng’s deep eyes lost their warmth, staring somberly at Wei Linchen. His pale lips parted slightly: "My name is Ghost Sixteen."

Wei Linchen clutched his robe’s collar, furious as he demanded, "Your name is Fu Yuheng! Damn this Ghost Sixteen! I’ll ask you one more time, are you the Second Young Master of the Fu Family or a pawn of the Witch Clan?!"

"Xiaojin..."

Fu Yuheng’s tone was filled with helplessness and heavy sighs.

Wei Linchen growled with an almost crying voice, "Second brother, you are the esteemed second son of the Fu Family, meant to be the chosen one of heaven. It was the Witch Clan who killed you, so why are you still working for them?!"

Fu Yuheng looked down at his own hands, which were long and good-looking, but stained with countless lives.

He looked up, showing his younger brother a bitter smile, "But I need to stay alive, only by being alive can I come and see you all."

For so many years, he didn’t hesitate to stain his hands with blood, all for the hope of seeing his family one day.

He wanted to see his grandfather, who adored him unconditionally, but the old man had already passed away.

He wanted to see his father, who seemed strict with the three brothers but actually had a heart full of love he didn’t know how to express, and also his mature and composed elder brother, and his lively and stubborn youngest brother.

Time had changed everything.

His father, who once had black hair and a robust body, had aged, his hair had turned white, and wrinkles had appeared around his eyes.

The mature and composed elder brother still maintained the calm of his youth. In this encounter, he found his elder brother’s thoughts inscrutable, exuding the hidden shrewdness of their father, the scent of blood from their kinds lingering around him.

As for the youngest brother before him, his whole being exuded a strong scholarly scent.

Fu Yuheng knew he was now a teacher, a career he hadn’t anticipated for him.

The youngest brother appeared gentle, like a scholarly nobleman, but the shadows deep in his eyes told Fu Yuheng that these years had not been easy for him.

Hearing his second brother’s resigned words, Wei Linchen, like an unreasonable child, furiously declared, "I don’t care, now that you’re back, you are not allowed to go back!"

Fu Yuheng pulled up the sleeves of his Taoist robe, revealing shallow red blood lines covering his entire arm, "If I don’t return in two days, my soul will disperse; this is the Witch Clan’s control over me."

Wei Linchen stared at the dense, eerie red lines on his arm, his eyes slightly stung, and his voice trembled as he asked, "What are these?"

Fu Yuheng looked down at the blood lines on his arm and said mockingly, "It’s the Witch Clan’s secret technique to control puppets, with a time limit. I need to go back and take medicine in two days."

If he did not take the medicine, he would unquestionably die!

Wei Linchen, attempting to gently touch those blood lines, was avoided by Fu Yuheng.

He looked up, his voice solemn as he assured his second brother, "There will be a way, there must be a way!"

In that moment, he thought of Qin Ruan.

If anyone had the power to contend with the Witch Clan, it was Qin Ruan!

When the Fu Family members, who had already gone inside, didn’t see Fu Yuheng and Wei Linchen come in, Fu Yinru was sent out to see what was happening.

Seeing the two brothers still standing in the courtyard, Eldest Son of the Fu Family stood atop the steps, his voice deep and magnetic, gently saying, "I know you brothers have deep affection, but there’s no need to catch up in the wind here, come inside to talk."

Wei Linchen looked up to see Fu Yinru, who appeared even more imposing and mature than when he had left home, his lips tightly pressed, a hesitant expression on his face.

After a long silence, he decided to follow his heart.

Under the tender gaze of Fu Yinru, Wei Linchen took Fu Yuheng by the hand, walked to the car he had driven there, opened the passenger door, forcefully pushed him in, then turned and took the driver’s seat.

"Xiaojin, what are you doing?!"

Seeing this scene, Fu Yinru’s calm composure cracked, sensing trouble.

He rushed down the steps, running toward Wei Linchen’s car.

Wei Linchen, who had already started the car, rolled down the window, looking at the approaching Fu Yinru with a hint of guilt in his eyes, "Big brother, Second Brother is already dead!"