Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1161: Your Little Wild Cat Has Come Out to Hunt

Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161: Your Little Wild Cat Has Come Out to Hunt

In the corner sofa, Rong Menglan, whose body was pressed close to a curly-haired sexy woman, looked up to see Song Qing slowly walking toward him.

Song Qing had big eyes and a trace of unsolvable melancholy veiled her features. Her lips were shaped beautifully, perfect for kissing, and her nose was small, pretty, and adorable.

Her strong features could captivate any man, tempting them with fantasies of colorful escapades.

Logically speaking, for Rong Menglan, such a woman wasn’t exactly a delectable delicacy but certainly a feast that whetted his appetite.

In the past, to satisfy his insatiable hunger, he would have definitely taken the initiative, bitten onto her fragile neck, and dragged her to his own territory for a hearty meal.

However, the moment he saw Song Qing, his indifferent brows furrowed tightly.

Song Qing didn’t care whether Rong Menglan was pleased with her or not. She quickly stepped forward, grabbed the woman sitting next to him, pulled her up forcefully, and threw her to the ground like discarding trash.

Her actions were rough, like a mother wolf guarding her food.

"Ah!"

The woman’s scream rang out, only to be drowned out by the bar’s music.

Apart from this small area, the scream didn’t reach anyone else’s ears.

Song Qing and Rong Menglan locked eyes in the dim bar, ignoring the woman sprawled on the floor.

Rong Menglan glanced at the woman who had fallen, then raised his eyes to stare at Song Qing, his frown not easing in the slightest.

His lips slightly pursed, he asked in a voice as cold as moonlight, "What are you doing here?"

His tone carried displeasure, as if Song Qing was a significant annoyance to him.

Song Qing coughed awkwardly, a sound no one else heard.

She stepped forward and sat next to Rong Menglan, her sharp, emotionless gaze scrutinizing the handsome man before her, unable to believe that he was an old acquaintance.

His affectionate, seductive eyes, veiled with a sheer layer, lent him an elusive beauty, enticing yet eerie, incredibly captivating.

Song Qing clicked her tongue lightly to herself, wrapped her arms around Rong Menglan’s arm, and cooed artificially, "I came to alleviate Young Master Rong’s worries."

Her lips were close to his ear, her giggling voice clearly entering Rong Menglan’s ears.

Just as Rong Menglan was about to remove his arm, he listened to Song Qing’s unnaturally calm yet forced voice, raising his eyebrows slightly.

His expression was one of surprise, as his gaze curiously examined the woman beside him.

Song Qing was completely unaware of the disdain and awkwardness in her voice,

much like a child playing dress-up in adult clothes, awkward and amusing.

Rong Menglan’s tongue touched the roof of his mouth, his face changed slightly, guessing what this woman was really plotting.

A figure launched forward at a startling speed.

The curly-haired provocative woman, whom Song Qing had thrown to the ground, regained her senses and sprang up from the floor, charging at Song Qing like a madwoman.

Her face twisted in fury, her eyes blazing with hatred and disgust as she reached out to grab Song Qing’s hair.

Rong Menglan was about to intervene when he realized Song Qing had already taken action first.

As a former master among the Huo Family’s Hidden Guards and someone who had recovered her past life memories, Song Qing couldn’t possibly let a human harm her.

Just as the woman was about to touch her, she lifted her foot clad in high heels and mercilessly kicked the woman in the abdomen.

"Bang!"

The woman once again fell to the ground, more embarrassed than the first time, her expression even more pained.

Song Qing was not one to pity or cherish the fairer sex, her kick showed no mercy.

In her eyes, whether man or woman, anyone who sought to harm her must be prepared to be killed in return.

The bar was crowded at the moment, sparing the woman just one kick was already showing restraint on her part.

If it were in a deserted place, anyone who dared to obstruct her master’s mission might be summarily executed, and that would be letting them off lightly.

The commotion here quickly caught the attention of others, even Su Jingshu upstairs widened her eyes to watch the spectacle.

She didn’t know what she was thinking when she pulled out her cellphone, turned on the camera, and filmed the scene below of Song Qing, Rong Menglan, and the woman clutching her stomach on the ground.

Especially the arm Song Qing had around Rong Menglan, she filmed it crystal clear, making sure to zoom in so that no one could miss this detail.

After filming this brief video filled with ambiguous scenes, Su Jingshu didn’t hesitate to send it directly to Huo Yirong in her phone contacts.

The other families, always keenly watching every move of the Huo Family, had a clear understanding of Song Qing’s status and the matter between her and the Huo Family’s second master.

Being protected by the Huo Family, the moment she stepped out of the Huo Family’s gate, other families would hear that this woman was marked by the Huo Family.

There were also ambiguous rumors about the second master of the Huo Family and Song Qing, initially spread by the Gongsun Family, which were closely observed by interested parties.

Now that Song Qing, behind the second master’s back, was mingling with other men outside, Su Jingshu relished the turmoil, hoping for a spectacle to relieve her recent boredom.

Feeling that sending the video to Huo Yirong wasn’t enough, Su Jingshu sent him a message—"Your wild cat is out hunting."

After confirming the message was sent, she pocketed her phone, her gaze fixated on Song Qing and Rong Menglan in the downstairs hall, slowly curling her lips into a sinister, expectant smile.

Downstairs, Song Qing’s aggressive methods caused the curly-haired woman to suffer, and she glared hatefully at Song Qing, muttered something angrily, and stormed off.

Only Rong Menglan and Song Qing were left on the corner sofa, their bodies pressed close with absolutely no intimacy.

Their gazes met, one up, one down, more like a silent standoff—whomever looked away first would lose.

Eventually, it was Rong Menglan who looked away first, pulling his arm from Song Qing’s grasp and reaching for the glass on the table.

He downed the drink in one gulp, his pale, slender fingers caressing the empty glass absentmindedly, and asked nonchalantly, "Miss Song, what brings you to me?"

As Rong Menglan withdrew his arm, Song Qing didn’t move any closer, she adjusted her slightly short red dress and rearranged her awkward sitting posture.

When Rong Menglan’s gaze swept over her, she regained her poised and composed demeanor, her beautiful features slightly lifted in a light, seducing smile, "I’ve come to relieve your worries."

"Relieve worries?" Rong Menglan repeated, chuckling lightly, "How does Miss Song propose to help me?"

His gaze tightly focused on Song Qing, watching her talk of relieving worries while her facial expression inadvertently showed a fierce intent similar to her earlier kick—made him wonder if the woman was out of her mind.

Song Qing scowled, thinking to herself how difficult this man was to deal with, wondering why he wouldn’t just pounce on her already.

Her mind was filled with thoughts of not messing up her master’s mission.