Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1129: Ghost Sixteen, Don’t Think I Won’t Dare to Kill You!

Chapter 1129: Chapter 1129: Ghost Sixteen, Don’t Think I Won’t Dare to Kill You!

"You can’t blame Huo Yunjiao for being harsh with Qin Ruan; the daughter he’d been eagerly awaiting couldn’t withstand any risks."

When Huo Yao and Huo Anqi were born, the terrifying emotion that coursed through his heart still affected him to this day.

He hoped that this time Qin Ruan would give birth to her daughter safely, and that nothing would go wrong with mother and daughter.

Seeing the apology on Qin Ruan’s face and meeting her remorseful eyes that admitted wrongdoing, Huo Yunjiao found himself unable to utter a harsh word.

He wrapped his arm around Qin Ruan’s waist and led her downstairs, not forgetting to caution, "You’re going to be the mother of three, don’t be careless in the future."

Knowing he wasn’t angry anymore, Qin Ruan touched her stomach and let out a soft laugh, "Got it, I really forgot just earlier."

The two walked downstairs and saw Wei Linchen anxiously pacing in the living room.

As Wei Linchen saw the figures of Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan descending the stairs, he immediately stood up from the sofa and hurried towards Qin Ruan, disregarding the imposing presence of Mr. Huo the Third.

"Qin Ruan, my second brother has had an accident—he is being controlled by the Witch Clan and has been turned into a Puppet. I brought him here last night, but when I woke up, he was gone.

I don’t know if he was kidnapped or left on his own, but there must be a way to save him, right? Please, you have to save him!"

Wei Linchen rushed up to Qin Ruan, speaking hurriedly and jumbling his words.

His handsome face was taut, filled with worry and an unmistakable guilt.

If he hadn’t succumbed to sleep from fatigue last night, his second brother wouldn’t have disappeared.

From Wei Linchen’s hurried speech, Qin Ruan caught the key point and asked with furrowed brows, "Wasn’t your second brother already dead?"

She knew something about the Fu Family’s situation.

Or rather, she knew more or less about the dark secrets of the major families in the Capital City.

Wei Linchen wiped his face, pain showing in his eyes, as the memories of the past still painfully haunted him.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "It was all the Witch Clan’s doing. The kidnapping of my second brother and me all those years ago was orchestrated by the Witch Clan. Since his death, he’s been under their control. Now he’s in great danger, Qin Ruan, I beg you to save him, I will be indebted to you for my whole life!"

Wei Linchen’s knees trembled slightly as he slowly bent down, setting aside all his pride and dignity.

Seeing his posture, Qin Ruan forcefully grabbed his arm, her tone became firmer, "Mr. Wei, don’t do this; there’s no need for such actions between us. We are teacher and student as well as friends, aren’t we?"

Since joining the "Emperor Beitai Above" WeChat group, she had considered everyone there her friend.

Wei Linchen, with tears in his eyes, stared at Qin Ruan, his voice tight, "I really have no other option. My second brother is the family member I care about most. He finally came back, and no matter if he’s human or a Puppet, I don’t want to lose him again."

He wasn’t sure if Qin Ruan could help, nor if his second brother could escape the Witch Clan’s control.

If there was anyone in this world who could fulfill his wish, it would only be Qin Ruan before him.

He wouldn’t be begging so humbly if he weren’t utterly desperate.

He once bitterly resented that the person who died wasn’t himself. Learning of his second brother’s plight over the years only intensified his wish to take his place.

Seeing how worried Wei Linchen was for his second brother, Qin Ruan patted his arm, her voice soft and somewhat comforting, "There’s always a way, but I’m not familiar with your second brother’s situation. Can you tell me more in detail?"

"Sure!" Hearing her response, Wei Linchen’s eyes reddened but gleamed with a spark of hope.

Standing beside Qin Ruan was Huo Yunjiao, his handsome features indifferent, radiating an air of refined and luxurious nobility.

Listening to the conversation between the two, he loosened his embrace around Qin Ruan’s waist and whispered into her ear, "You can go to the restaurant and chat with Mr. Wei while eating. Josh has woken up; I’ll go check on him."

Qin Ruan’s face lit up with surprise, "When did Josh wake up? Is he okay?"

Huo Yunjiao rubbed her hair affectionately, his voice soft, "Dr. Chen checked him, and there aren’t any problems. His body is just a bit weaker than before, but it will be fine after some rest."

Qin Ruan said, "That’s good, I’ll come find you once I’m done here."

"No need, just wait for me to come back," Huo Yunjiao glanced at Wei Linchen, who stood nearby looking dejected, and said with a smile, "Today’s trip to the Imperial Court Hotel is inevitable. I’ll take you to see the Witch Clan’s Saintess when I return. That woman is tough to deal with."

Qin Ruan thought for a moment, then said, "Okay, I’ll wait for you."

In front of Wei Linchen, Huo Yunjiao leaned over and kissed her forehead gently, "Be good—"

After the Mayor left, Qin Ruan took Wei Linchen to the restaurant and invited him to dine together.

Sitting before the dining table, Wei Linchen had no appetite, his mind still replaying Huo’s recent mention of seeking out the Witch Clan’s Saintess, increasingly worried about his elder brother’s safety.

Qin Ruan gently sipped her medicinal soup while asking Wei Linchen about his elder brother.

Learning that the Witch Clan had been scheming against the Fu Family for many years, and even instigating discord among the Fu family members, Qin Ruan didn’t know what to say.

The Witch Clan was indeed capable, and their methods were despicable and sinister.

However, with Fu Yuheng turned into a Puppet, the situation became tricky.

...

Imperial Court Hotel.

Inside the best Presidential Suite on the eighteenth floor.

Before the floor-to-ceiling window, a woman in a long white dress lounged lazily on the sofa, her gaze dropping to the man kneeling at her feet; her fair, bare foot resting on his shoulder, her voice light and seductive, "Did you see your family last night?"

The man, dressed in a blue Taoist robe, kneeled respectfully on one knee, his voice cold and detached, "Yes."

Feeling the man’s detached demeanor, the Witch Clan’s Saintess, Ji Shuzhen, chuckled lightly, her foot pressing down from Fu Yuheng’s shoulder and settling on his chest.

She leaned in closer, a rich fragrance enveloping him, her breath as gentle as orchids, "How are they?"

Fu Yuheng, his gaze lowered, saw not only the Saintess’s flawless ankles but also her tensed foot.

This woman, though seeming calm, was already harboring murderous intent.

Fu Yuheng spoke without fluctuation in his voice, "They’re all well."

Ji Shuzhen exerted a slight force under her foot, sending Fu Yuheng’s body flying meters away; her voice turning sharp, "Xuan Qing is dead!"

Fu Yuheng’s internal organs trembled under the Witch Power, a vivid trace of blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.

He nonchalantly wiped it away with the back of his hand, standing up composedly from the ground as if accustomed to such treatment.

Fu Yuheng walked steadily towards Ji Shuzhen, his voice eerily calm, "That’s truly regrettable."

The lightness in his tone had lost any prior respect, even containing an undisguised sense of schadenfreude.

Ji Shuzhen’s eyes widened slightly, her gaze at Fu Yuheng filled with unconcealable resentment and a complex emotion.

She stood up and stepped forward, grabbing the man a head and a half taller than her, her voice cold with murderous intent, "Ghost Sixteen, don’t think I won’t dare to kill you!"