Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1130: She is the Bright Moon in the Sky, You are the Filth on the Ground

Chapter 1130: Chapter 1130: She is the Bright Moon in the Sky, You are the Filth on the Ground

Fu Yuheng’s excessively pale and delicately handsome face broke into a faint smile.

He looked at the woman in front of him who was seething with rage and said with conviction, "You won’t kill me at this time."

Ji Shuzhen’s alluring face twisted slightly as she gripped Fu Yuheng’s neck, hissing with hatred, "Sooner or later, I will kill you!"

Just as the man before her had said, she wouldn’t—couldn’t—kill him.

Without Fu Yuheng, how could her child rule the Human Realm?

Fu Yuheng calmly removed Ji Shuzhen’s hand from his neck, the corners of his lips lifting slightly as he said indifferently, "I’ll be waiting for that day to come."

Ji Shuzhen snorted coldly, shaking off the hand that had been pried away.

Seeing her look of disgust, Fu Yuheng’s lips curved up in a mocking arc.

He nodded slightly to the Saintess before him, expressing his sympathy, "You’ve lost another member of your harem. Please accept my condolences. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."

With her face contorted in fury, Ji Shuzhen slightly parted her blood-red lips and coldly commanded, "Get out!"

Fu Yuheng adjusted his Daoist robe’s collar with slow, graceful movements that possessed an indescribable elegance and nobility.

As if he had never left the Fu Family, he was still that high-status second son, Fu Yuheng.

Before leaving the room, he glanced back at the woman standing barefoot on the carpet, his voice tinged with malice, "By the way, I saw that woman last night, the one you’re so jealous and envious of.

She is very beautiful, one of the rare beauties of this world. And since Xuan Qing was careless, the child in her womb is very healthy. I can feel the strong and powerful life force within."

Ji Shuzhen’s entrancing eyes widened as she instantly appeared in front of Fu Yuheng, blocking his way.

With her eyes brimming with the intent to kill, she stared at the man before her and demanded, "You’ve seen Qin Ruan?!"

Fu Yuheng nodded and said, "Thanks to your grace in allowing me to visit home, last night my third brother took me to the Huo Family. I saw her from afar through a window, a very beautiful and elegant woman."

Hearing him praise another woman like this made unspeakable irritation and jealousy well up inside Ji Shuzhen.

She tossed her long hair over her shoulder, her entire being exuding a captivating charm. With a flutter of her alluring eyes, she seductively asked Fu Yuheng, "But is she more beautiful than me?"

Fu Yuheng laughed, his smile content.

The words that came from his mouth enraged the Saintess before him to the point of steaming fury.

Fu Yuheng’s thin lips slowly moved: "There is no comparison. If I must, she is the bright moon in the sky, whereas you are nothing more than the mud on the ground."

"How dare you!"

Ji Shuzhen, enraged, lost the charming grace from her face, her expression becoming more fierce and hideous. She raised her hand to slap Fu Yuheng’s face.

In the past, Fu Yuheng might have endured such a slap with repressed forbearancel.

Times had changed, and he was now quicker than the Saintess, vanishing on the spot.

In the next moment, Fu Yuheng was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze coldly fixed on Ji Shuzhen, his eyes chilling to behold.

Seeing that he had the audacity to dodge, a mocking light flashed in Ji Shuzhen’s beautiful eyes. With the most venomous words, she tore through Fu Yuheng’s facade of unapproachability, "You dare to dodge! Have you forgotten how you lay at my feet like a dog, your wretched state? How cute you were, begging and wagging your tail."

Suddenly recalling something, she exclaimed, "Ah, I remember now!"

Ji Shuzhen lifted her long skirt to reveal her pale feet, a pleased smile flashing in her eyes, "When you knelt on the ground, your lips submissively kissing them, you were obedient and charming.

Ghost Sixteen, if it weren’t for me, you would have become another Puppet’s meal by now!"

Her last sentence carried an unspeakable warning.

Fu Yuheng remained impassive, his gaze almost pitying as he looked at her, "Let’s stop there."

Ji Shuzhen’s smile faltered as she squinted her eyes and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Fu Yuheng’s gaze lowered slightly as he flicked off the dust that had somehow settled on his garment, his voice detached and emotionless, "Mianmian is already dead. There are no more ties between us. Bringing up the past will only make us loathe each other."

His words struck a nerve in Ji Shuzhen.

She became frantic, hysterically shouting, "Shut up, shut up! Mianmian isn’t dead, our child will definitely be resurrected! He will surely lead the Human Realm and become the lord of this world!"

Fu Yuheng didn’t want to entangle with her any longer, his body slowly fading away within the room.

"I don’t want to see you lately."

Before leaving, he left behind those words that infuriated Ji Shuzhen, causing her to furiously smash things in the room.

At this moment, she was unaware of the impending danger, nor did she know that after Fu Yuheng left, he went to the room on the eighteenth floor which was heavily guarded by members of the Witch Clan.

The person standing at the door, upon seeing it was him, showed a mix of jealousy and respect on his face.

Fu Yuheng coolly surveyed the crowd and said in a lighthearted tone, "I want to see Mianmian."

Knowing this man was the Saint Heir’s biological father, the Witch Clan members didn’t obstruct him and personally opened the room door for him.

The door opened to reveal a dimly lit room, with only a floor lamp emitting a faint glow.

Fu Yuheng stood at the doorway, not stepping directly into the room; his hand trembling at his side.

His child was inside.

Ji Mian, taking the surname of the Saintess.

In the past years, to merely survive, he groveled at the feet of the Saintess.

Years of suppression helped him to achieve his current unfettered status within the Witch Clan.

It was all because of the arrival of Ji Mian.

The child’s birth had made his days within the Witch Clan bearable, and perhaps because of the Saintess’s secret possessiveness and his status as the child’s father, she didn’t trouble him.

Even when he enraged her, she tolerated him at every turn.

But Fu Yuheng knew the real reason the Saintess didn’t dare harm him was because of the son within this room.

Ji Mian was born a Puppet, a product of a human and a puppet, and died before he was even a year old.

After the child died, his soul stayed by his side, actually less attached to the Saintess.

The Saintess valued Ji Mian’s constitution, predicting he would lead the Witch Clan to its peak, eager to resurrect him and have him rule the Human Realm.

Yet the small child only wanted to cling to Fu Yuheng’s arm, craving that slender thread of fatherly love.

Initially, Fu Yuheng felt no paternal affection for Ji Mian. It was the day when he recognized his feelings for the child, during those few seconds where his breathing stopped.

That day, he felt an unfamiliar heartache, more painful than parting from family through death.

The small child, with his deathly pale face wracked with pain before dying, held onto his arm with his thin, bony hands, gazing at him with adoration, repeatedly calling him father.

Standing at the door, Fu Yuheng seemed to still hear Ji Mian calling him father, the sound getting farther away until it vanished.

He took a deep breath, a trace of sorrow hidden in his cold eyes.

To step into this room would be to officially end their father-son relationship.

Seeing him hesitate, the Witch Clan member at the door asked, "Are you going in?"

"Mm—"

Fu Yuheng acknowledged softly and slowly stepped into the room.