Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1162: The Villain Has Done Enough, The Rarely Sleeping Conscience Comes Online

Chapter 1162: Chapter 1162: The Villain Has Done Enough, The Rarely Sleeping Conscience Comes Online

Song Qing stared at Rong Menglan with a suspicious gaze.

Although she had not interacted much with this old acquaintance before, she knew the other party treasured food and beauty above all else, always seeking to collect the finest delicacies and beauties from around the world.

Yet now, with such a beauty sitting before her, the other party not only showed no drooling desire but was also full of caution, eyeing her with an interrogative look.

Rong Menglan showed no interest in her, and did not pounce straightforwardly, leaving Song Qing no way to lure her away under any reasonable pretext to present her to her master.

Thinking of her master’s task made her head begin to ache.

Out of so many old acquaintances, why did she have to run into the most difficult one?

Feeling stuck, Song Qing’s gaze unintentionally swept over the wine on the table, and her eyes lit up slightly. She reached for the bottle and poured Rong Menglan a drink, "Come, come, come, drink up, drink up, as the saying goes, ’The only remedy for sorrow is drinking!’"

As she spoke, she also filled her own cup, clinked it against Rong Menglan’s, and downed the wine in one go.

Rong Menglan watched her bold actions, his lips twitching slightly, but he did not refuse.

As long as the woman did not act up, he did not mind engaging with her.

The Rong Family, being one of the six major aristocratic families, naturally knew about Song Qing’s affair with Huo Yirong.

Being a Hidden Guard of the Huo Family and sent back to the Song Family after leaving the Huo Family, yet still receiving protection from the Huo family, she was not a person to be underestimated.

When she left, the Huo Family had specifically alerted all major families that this woman was under their protection, and anyone wishing to harm her ought to weigh the protective umbrella behind her first.

Rong Menglan did not know why Song Qing sought him out, nor did she seem interested in him, her clear, cold eyes filled with cunning schemes.

Unable to guess her intentions, Rong Menglan maintained his distance as they drank cup after cup of wine.

Huo Mansion.

Huo Yirong, dressed in a bathrobe tied loosely, carelessly open, stood with a wine glass in his distinctly jointed hand, leaning against a table in front of a display cabinet inside the bedroom.

His emotionless, dark eyes surveyed the treasures inside the display cabinet, all of which were elite weapons developed by HEA Group over the years.

Each weapon in the display case, from research and development to production, was personally overseen by him, the earliest dating back to his school days.

The wine in his glass was nearly finished, and Huo Yirong drained the last drop, casually setting the glass on the table and pressing his fingertips against his temple, looking exhausted.

He had been suffering from insomnia all month, needing a glass of red wine before sleep.

Today’s wine was gone, and it was time to rest.

Just as he sat down at the edge of the bed, the silent phone on the nightstand lit up.

Leaning against the headboard, Huo Yirong picked up the phone, his gaze lazily shifting to the screen.

His initially casual look deepened upon seeing the contents, his grip on the phone tightening.

He didn’t know that Song Qing had any relationship with the young master of Rong Family, and judging by their intimate posture, their relationship must not be shallow.

The Song Family had been busy with arranging Song Qing’s marriage, a matter Huo Yirong had always been aware of.

Seeing her intimate posture with Rong Menglan now, he couldn’t help but consider the possibility of their families forming an alliance through marriage. Just the thought ignited a nameless fury within him.

Huo Yirong’s handsome face twisted into a distorted expression as he was enveloped by boiling rage.

He sat up abruptly, violently ripping off his bathrobe and stepping on it barefoot, he bellowed towards the door, "Someone come!"

A Hidden Guard pushed the door open and entered.

Not waiting for the other to inquire, Huo Yirong rose from his seat and headed towards the changing room, barking, "Get the car, to the Yejue Bar!"

"Yes, Second Master—"

The Hidden Guard obediently responded and quickly turned to leave.

After stepping out of the bedroom, he tugged at his collar and whispered into the hidden microphone, "Second Master is going out, go inform Boss Qiang."

...

Yejue Bar.

Su Jingshu wanted to watch the drama unfold but inadvertently became part of it.

Bei Jinzhou had been standing behind her, occasionally stepping forward to pour her a drink.

Someone knocked on the private room door from outside. Su Jingshu heard it, but her gaze did not shift from Rong Menglan and Song Qing downstairs.

She spoke in an indifferent tone, "It must be Zhao Dong coming back, go and open the door."

Bei Jinzhou responded and went to open the door.

Standing outside was a tall, handsome man with medium-length hair, his eyes wolf-like and tinged with a ruthless ferocity, and a faint scent of blood emanating from him.

Seeing his appearance, Bei Jinzhou’s brow furrowed deeply, "Why didn’t you clean up before coming here?"

Zhao Dong, the former boxer, slightly lifted his eyelids, his gaze laced with bloodshot, sized up Bei Jinzhou lightly, and spoken flatly, "There’s something to report to the Family Head."

Su Jingshu, hearing the two conversing at the door, spoke irritably, "Whatever it is, come inside and say it."

Bei Jinzhou stepped aside, letting the bloodstained Zhao Dong enter.

Zhao Dong stopped three steps away from Su Jingshu, his voice slightly more emotional than before but not by much, no longer as icily bloodthirsty as earlier.

"The person who brought in the drugs has been caught; the backer isn’t any big figure, just a small, dirty force trying to fish in troubled waters, sending someone to test the waters first.

The scapegoat has been around the nightlife scene for years, too arrogant and in too much of a hurry, which made him slip up. I didn’t have to use much force; he confessed everything that couldn’t be explained."

Su Jingshu turned around, her sharp eyes fixed on Zhao Dong’s face, examining him closely.

After looking for a long while, she chuckled lightly, "Are you sure? In Capital City, who doesn’t know Yejue Bar belongs to the Su Family? They dare to handle drugs on my turf, sure there’s no one backing them?"

Zhao Dong’s eyelids slightly drooped, his voice indifferent, "That guy’s father is sick, desperately needed the money."

Hearing this, both Su Jingshu and Bei Jinzhou looked at his face, indeed seeing his eyes flickering with sorrow.

The reason why Zhao Dong was bought from the boxing ring by Su Jingshu was precisely because he was strapped for cash; his girlfriend was severely ill, needing a huge sum for treatment.

Regrettably, she ultimately passed away.

After his girlfriend’s death, Su Jingshu asked if he wanted to stay by her side.

At that time, Zhao Dong was like a soul-lost man, disheveled and wretched, resembling a bereft dog, saying nothing when asked.

Perhaps Su Jingshu had had her fill of being the villain, a long-dormant conscience briefly surfacing, letting him stay by her side and from time to time making arrangements for him to do small tasks, thus gradually he regained some liveliness.

Take today’s incident for instance; Su Jingshu had already known about the happenings, she simply wanted to give Zhao Dong something to do, to keep him from brooding and harboring thoughts of death.

Unexpectedly, this trivial matter still dredged up his grief.

Su Jingshu slightly furrowed her brow and waved him off, "Whether to release him or throw him into the sea to feed the fishes, decide for yourself, get out!"

She inwardly cursed, all these damn troubling matters, not as interesting as watching a drama.