Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1151: Qin Ruan’s Persistence, The Crime Scene from Over Thirty Years Ago

Chapter 1151: Chapter 1151: Qin Ruan’s Persistence, The Crime Scene from Over Thirty Years Ago

Qin Ruan slightly restrained her aura and flashed a slight smile at Chen Sixing, "It’s nothing, I just smelled a familiar scent of flowers."

Chen Sixing mentioned what kinds of flowers her mother had in her greenhouse.

Qin Ruan intermittently responded with affirmations.

What she didn’t mention was that, when the greenhouse was opened, a thick Dark Evil Energy spread out along with the fragrance of the flowers.

It was a cold breath of death, filled with intense malice.

Not long after, Chen Jingyi walked out of the greenhouse, a tired expression on his face as he spoke to Chen Sixing, "I’m going to prepare the dessert ingredients for your mom’s dinner. Keep an eye on her, and don’t let anything happen again."

Chen Sixing nodded, saying she understood. She watched her elderly father’s departing figure with a look of envy on her face.

Qin Ruan raised an eyebrow, "Dessert after dinner?"

Chen Sixing chuckled as she explained, "My mom loves desserts. They’ve been married for so many years, and my dad has always made it a habit to prepare desserts for her in the evening. Over all these years, unless absolutely necessary that they aren’t together, there hasn’t been a day he slacked off. Every night he makes her some delicate sweets, some of which even I haven’t had the chance to try."

The smile deepened on Qin Ruan’s face as she heard this, "It’s really enviable, such a deep bond of affection."

Chen Sixing lifted her chin slightly, pride evident on her face, "Not to mention strangers, even being their daughter, I am envious."

She truly envied her parents’ relationship. They had loved each other passionately for most of their lives and rarely quarreled over trivial matters.

It was precisely because her parents had such a rare and deep relationship that she had been so picky in her own romantic pursuits over the years.

As Chen Sixing watched her father busy in the dining room, she stood up and said to Qin Ruan, "Miss Qin, please come with me."

Qin Ruan had mentioned wanting to meet her mother before, and she had not forgotten.

She still didn’t completely trust the young woman in front of her, but deep down, she held a sliver of hope.

Just in case, just in case this person could relieve her mother’s pain, then everything would be perfect.

Inside the greenhouse, Ni Peipei sat on a rattan chair, her gaze fixed on the potted plants on the flower rack in front of her, void of any emotion.

Hearing the sound of the greenhouse door being pushed open, she maintained her motionless posture.

Qin Ruan looked at the other’s side profile, sensing something was off, not because of the rich Dark Evil Energy in the room, but because the old lady’s demeanor seemed somehow off.

However, Chen Sixing saw this as normal and proactively explained to Qin Ruan, "My mom likes the quiet. She enjoys being alone in a room filled with the scent of flowers, saying it’s when she feels most relaxed. But she always wears a stern face, and we’ve gotten used to it over the years."

Qin Ruan remained silent, following Chen Sixing as they approached Ni Peipei.

As they got closer, she finally noticed what was off about the old lady.

Her amiable aura had disappeared, her lips downturned, and her once bright and warm eyes now looked deep and cold, retaining a composed and weathered charm, yet somehow oppressive.

Chen Sixing walked up to Ni Peipei, crouching in front of the rattan chair, "Mom, I brought Miss Qin here. She said she can resolve the issue you’re having. Maybe you two can talk?"

Hearing her daughter’s words, Ni Peipei’s downturned lips turned upwards slightly, her weathered, veiny hands gently patting the back of Chen Sixing’s hand.

Her voice was soft and gentle, tinged with a hint of a smile, "Mom knows best, you go outside."

Chen Sixing reluctantly said, "I’ll be right outside the door. Call me if you need me."

Ni Peipei nodded, her gaze tenderly on her daughter.

Before Chen Sixing left, he moved a stool next to his elderly mother and cautiously instructed Qin Ruan, "My mom is old, and she hasn’t been well lately, often having dreams. It’s best to keep the conversation short; my dad will come over after he prepares the food ingredients."

Qin Ruan said, "Don’t worry, I won’t be staying long."

At her home, there were two little rascals who clung to her every night, asking how long until their sister was born; it was getting dark soon, and even if she wanted to stay longer, Elder San would know her whereabouts and send someone to fetch her.

After Chen Sixing left the floral room, Qin Ruan naturally took a seat next to Ni Peipei.

She followed the direction of Ni Peipei’s gaze, looking towards the Purple Mandala Flower on the flower rack.

This was a mutated Purple Mandala Flower, large and beautiful; the entire blossom hung downwards, forming a bell shape, quite graceful.

Unfortunately, the flower’s color was enchantingly strange, emitting a thick Dark Evil Energy.

The source of the dense, cold, and evil Qi in the flower room was indeed this pot of mutated Purple Mandala Flower.

In front of the old lady, Qin Ruan’s hand stopped half a meter away from the flower pot in mid-air.

Her slender, attractive fingers delicately pinched, slowly absorbing the Dark Evil Energy from inside and outside the flower pot into her body.

Ni Peipei, as if she didn’t see this bizarre scene, crossed her hands on her abdomen and leaned back in the rattan chair, casually swaying it.

After Qin Ruan withdrew her hand, Ni Peipei slowly began to speak, "This Mandala Flower was a gift from Jingyi, probably moved into the floral room over a month ago. He always shared my interests, liked sweet food, flowers, and quietness, and was also patient with children."

Qin Ruan responded, "To have such a companion is indeed a fortunate thing in life."

This statement pleased Ni Peipei, who eventually turned her gaze towards the young girl beside her.

"You’re a good child, still young, not understanding adult matters; it’s best to head home early."

Qin Ruan gently shook her head, "Someone I know almost lost their life here today."

She was referring to Song Banshen.

Had they arrived a moment later, Song Banshen and his companions would have truly run out of breath.

The gentle smile on Ni Peipei’s face faded; seeing Qin Ruan’s attitude, she stopped swaying the rattan chair, and a sigh resonated in the floral room.

Her eyes stared blankly at the Purple Mandala Flower, which lost its Dark Evil Energy and showed signs of withering, and spoke in a barely audible voice, "Child, let me tell you a hard-to-settle story."

Qin Ruan said calmly, "It would be my honor."

Ni Peipei’s expression was calm and deep, serene like a pool of water.

She seemed to look beyond the potted plants in front of her, returning to a tragic scene from over thirty years ago.

Forty years ago, Qing City was at the initial stages of opening up; everything was brimming with pent-up energy.

Back then, Qing City had no skyscrapers, the old streets were filled apart from the buses with young and middle-aged people cycling to work, a mighty army of steel.

Ni Peipei was the daughter of a local nouveau riche businessman, born of peasant origins; her father was among the first wave of businessmen who profited from the early opportunities.

Forty years ago, she had been admitted to Qing City No.1 High School, becoming the only person in her family with a high education and prospects.

That year, as she entered the gate, she instantly noticed a young man waiting at the school’s entrance. He was dressed in light blue pants that had been washed to almost white and a once-white but now dull short sleeve.

The young man had delicate and handsome features, clean and upright.

In that era, Ni Peipei, dressed in foreign brands, immediately saw that the young man came from a modest background, but his dazzling charm and the brilliant sunny smile on his face attracted her greatly.