Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1159: Death Is Not the End; One Must Not Miss Accompanying Their Children’s Growth

Chapter 1159: Chapter 1159: Death Is Not the End; One Must Not Miss Accompanying Their Children’s Growth

Huo Yunjiao stopped the motion of twirling the Buddha Beads in his hand, his fair fingers lightly pinching one of them as he lifted his gaze to meet the person standing before him, suppressing a rage.

His expression carried an otherworldly detachment and calm, his voice clear and gentle, "Second brother, some things are destined to happen, and they cannot be stopped."

The calmer he was, the more uncontrollable Huo Yirong’s rage boiled within him.

"I can’t accept it. How can you expect me to accept this?!"

Huo Yirong’s hands were braced on the desk as he stared directly at the person seated opposite him, displaying an indifferent demeanor, his voice hoarse, "Ling Xuzi had clearly said you had at least ten more years to live, but ever since you met Qin Ruan, everything you’re going through now is consuming your life.

She has borne three children for the Huo Family, which is indeed a great joy for the family, but if the price for continuing the lineage is your life, I will never treat her as family!"

Huo Yunjiao’s delicate brows furrowed slightly, his thin lips pressed into a cold, hard line.

After a moment of silence, he spoke slowly, "Second brother, you’re losing your composure."

His voice was low, unable to hide the displeasure.

Huo Yunjiao’s calm gaze rested on Huo Yirong’s face, which was becoming twisted with anger, and deep disappointment couldn’t help but surface in his eyes.

Once he left next year, if second brother treated Qin Ruan with such an attitude, how could he leave Qin Ruan with confidence in the Huo Family?

His expression of disappointment jolted Huo Yirong back to reality, and he raised his hand to his forehead, covering his reddened and bloodshot eyes.

His voice sounded tired, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t take my anger out on Qin Ruan. But it’s undeniable, she is indeed the catalyst."

Huo Yunjiao casually tossed the Kun Tian Ming Buddha Beads onto the table, dropped his gaze to adjust his sleeves, and let out a mocking laugh, "What catalyst? What happened between her and me is not a matter of life and death.

The way things are now is exactly to my liking, and it’s the most perfect strategy I’ve planned for years. I have waited too long for this day.

Everything is moving in the direction I planned, Qin Ruan and the children are my ultimate goals. Second brother, I don’t want the Huo Family to become the biggest blunder in my plans when the time comes."

Although he was speaking calmly, Huo Yirong heard a hint of threat in his words.

He returned to his seat, forcing a bitter smile, and looked at his third brother with sorrowful eyes—a brother who seemed both familiar and strange.

Before meeting Qin Ruan, Huo Yunjiao was a ruthless and exceptional successor of the Huo Family. After meeting her, third brother became unfathomable, acting in ways he couldn’t understand.

He couldn’t comprehend how things had come to this point.

For years, the Huo Family had spent so much effort and energy to prolong Huo Yunjiao’s life.

One Qin Ruan had destroyed it all.

Huo Yirong was even more puzzled at what kind of intoxicating spell Qin Ruan had cast on his third brother, making him so obsessive and resolute, even facing death with such composure.

He still remembered, once upon a time, his third brother had said he was not willing to give up.

Such a drastic change in attitude made him overthink.

Huo Yirong massaged his brow, his tone softening, "Just how enchanting is Qin Ruan for you to be like this? Third brother, have you ever thought about Ayao and Anqi, and the daughter who will be born in a few months?"

Thinking of the daughter to be born in a few months, Huo Yunjiao’s face softened, "I have thought about it, so I’m entrusting all four of them to you. If there’s someone I trust most in this world, it’s only you, second brother."

Huo Yirong displayed a smile uglier than crying and gritted his teeth, "I’d rather not have this honor."

Huo Yunjiao shrugged, propping his chin with both hands, his amorous peach blossom eyes twinkling at him, "But apart from you, I can’t think of anyone else who could protect them after I leave."

The words of trust carried dependence and a unique form of coquettishness towards a family member.

Huo Yirong couldn’t stand it when he was like this, making it impossible for him to refuse, willingly ready to do anything for him.

He shifted his gaze away from those peach blossom-like eyes, his lips pressed tight, his face also tense, feigning seriousness, yet at the core he still couldn’t accept it.

The Kun Tian Ming Buddha Beads were Huo Yunjiao’s companions from birth, the beads shattered as the person perished.

The younger brother who had been by his side since childhood, even if only a cousin, made him feel closer and more cherished than his own brothers.

Huo Yunjiao stood up, walked around the desk to Huo Yirong’s side, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Second brother, you have to understand that death is not the end. I’m just completing my mission and leaving for a while, with Ruanruan and the kids being so adorable, and my long-awaited daughter about to be born, how could I possibly miss out on their growing up?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Yirong suddenly looked up, his eyes shining with a faint light, "What do you mean by that?"

Huo Yunjiao electrified him again with a wink of those peach blossom eyes, "Second brother, you have to believe me."

Hearing his tone that sounded as if everything was under control, Huo Yirong’s expression changed abruptly.

He raised his hand to strike at Huo Yunjiao’s abdomen, "You’re messing with me, aren’t you!"

Having grown up sparring with Huo Yunjiao, he skillfully dodged the moment Huo Yirong laid a hand on him.

Facing his second brother’s embarrassed rage, his lips curled into a sly smile, his amorous peach blossom eyes half-closed, his whole demeanor was graceful and luxurious.

He spoke again, "Second brother, you have to believe me."

Huo Yirong glared at him, grinding his teeth, "I believe you!"

What a waste of his emotions, just moments before he had almost been moved to tears.

Now thinking about it, he’s relieved he didn’t embarrass himself, truly fortunate.

The infuriated Second Master Huo pounded on Huo Yunjiao’s shoulder, pretending to be calm as he left the office.

After he left, the smile on Huo Yunjiao’s face faded.

His gaze solemnly and darkly focused on the broken Kun Tian Ming Buddha Beads on the desk, seven pearls shattered.

If he could, of course, he wouldn’t choose to miss out on watching his children grow up.

However, all this was not for him to decide.

...

Qin Ruan humored the wedding attire designer and sat in the hall, sipping her medicinal soup in small sips.

It had to be said, the Huo Family’s chef was really good, changing the variety daily, making her medicinal soup delicious and nutritious, the taste simply irresistible.

Compared to her pregnancies with Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, the culinary skills of the Huo Family’s chef had truly entered a new realm.

Seeing Huo Zhi standing by her side, Qin Ruan suddenly asked, "Doesn’t Third Master need his wedding attire measured?"

Huo Zhi stepped forward, his voice low in reply, "The Master’s measurements have been sent over. Because Madam is pregnant, we need to estimate the measurements after one more month, so the designer will come to measure you personally."

Qin Ruan curled her lip and looked down at her soup.

Seeing that she didn’t seem to be in a bad mood, Huo Zhi spoke again softly, "Madam, the wedding invitations are starting to be sent out. Do you have any friends you would like to invite?"

Almost immediately, Qin Ruan thought of Su Wang, Li Zilan, and Shen Ran from West City.

She placed what remained of her soup on the table, leaned back in her body, languidly reclining on the sofa, her posture as comfortable as can be.

She lifted her eyes to look at Huo Zhi and asked, "How many extra invitations is the Huo Family providing?"