Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1163: No One Can Touch Huo Sanye’s Young Madam, Touch and Die

Chapter 1163: Chapter 1163: No One Can Touch Huo Sanye’s Young Madam, Touch and Die

Su Jingshu’s delicate features betrayed a faint irritation as she glanced down at the corner of the room once more, noticing Rong Menglan and Song Qing were now accompanied by an adult and a child.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed in the room.

The wine glass in Su Jingshu’s hand fell to the carpeted floor.

Wine spilled everywhere, quickly absorbed by the expensive carpet.

Su Jingshu’s eyes were fixed on the scene below, her pupils trembling viciously. Her face, filled with disbelief, stared in shock and fear at the two figures seated beside Rong Menglan.

Time rewound to ten minutes earlier.

Song Qing and Rong Menglan had been downing glasses of alcohol, relentlessly clearing the table of drinks.

Yet looking at their expressions, they showed no signs of drunkenness, their cheeks not flushed, and they were not out of breath.

Song Qing, teeth gritted with frustration, glared at the man in front of her as cunning as a fox, wishing she could haul out every bottle from the bar, pour them into a vat, and dunk Rong Menglan straight in, getting him so drunk that she could drag him off to see their master.

Before she could fully enact this plan, a man brimming with a noble aura, carrying a child and exuding an extraordinary presence, approached slowly.

When they saw him, both Song Qing and Rong Menglan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

"Fuck!" Su Jingshu cursed coarsely, rubbing her eyes with her hand.

"Am I drunk?" Rong Menglan frowned deeply, pressing a hand to his temple, his face a mix of blankness and suspicion, with a hint of undisguisable shock in his eyes.

The man carrying the child approached with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, surveying them before naturally taking a seat beside Rong Menglan and seating the well-behaved child beside himself.

"Aren’t you supposed to be dead?" Despite his shock, Rong Menglan maintained a calm tone before reconsidering and asking, "Faked your death?"

"Impossible!"

Before the newly arrived man could speak, Song Qing interjected with utter certainty.

The man was none other than Nangong Chang. Last year, due to his interest in Qin Ruan, he had even made preparations for malicious actions but was severely thwarted by the Huo Family before he could make his move.

Later, the news of Nangong Chang’s death served as a warning to other families in Capital City: no one should mess with the young Madam of the Huo third master. Whoever tried, paid with their life.

Nangong Chang had barely revealed his intentions toward Qin Ruan before being swiftly dealt with by the Huo Family, with him losing his life in the process.

Now, as he appeared alive before them, the shock that filled Song Qing and Rong Menglan was beyond words.

Nangong Chang, draping his arm around Rong Menglan’s shoulder as if they were old friends, chuckled, "Fake my death? Bullshit. I actually died. Huo third master is truly ruthless. Just because I was a bit interested in the apple of his eye, that guy went ahead and killed me."

"So what’s the deal now?" Rong Menglan raised his eyebrows, his gaze shifting past Nangong Chang to the child sitting beside him.

The child was exquisitely adorable, with large eyes lacking the usual clarity of a child’s but instead murky as those of an tired old man, devoid of any emotion. Two tiny horns rested on his head resembling those of a young deer, which, though quaint, added to his charm.

Rong Menglan eyed the two little protrusions on the child’s head, inwardly mocking the bizarre adornment.

Seeing him look at his son, Nangong Chang lifted the child to sit on his lap.

He teased the corners of his mouth into a frivolous smile, addressing Rong Menglan and Song Qing, "You two are kindred spirits – one with incomplete memory recovery, and the other just beginning to regain memory. I followed the scent, hoping to find an old acquaintance who could speak, but it seems my hopes were in vain."

"You’re not human!"

Song Qing’s gaze was icy as she focused on Nangong Chang, listening to his rambling assertions, she countered with conviction.

Nangong Chang smiled back at her, "Aqing seems even more sentimental now."

Song Qing frowned, "Who are you?"

Nangong Chang made no attempt to hide it, "Dragon Clan."

Song Qing was aware of the Dragon Clan but wasn’t particularly familiar with their internal affairs; her impression of this Nangong Chang, aside from being the eldest son of the Nangong Family, was essentially non-existent.

Meeting her wary gaze, Nangong Chang sneered, "Stop wondering, your memory hasn’t fully recovered yet. Take it slow, lest you go mad."

As he spoke, Rong Menglan extended a finger to touch the flawlessly smooth skin on Nangong Chang’s cheek.

It was warm, hot even.

Rong Menglan murmured to himself, "You really are a living person."

He didn’t understand a word Nangong Chang said; seeing the other man before him gave him the feeling of being in a drunken stupor.

Hearing his murmur, Nangong Chang cursed and stood up, ready to leave with his son in his arms.

Rong Menglan called out to him, "Wait, do you know the current state of the Nangong Family?"

Nangong Chang replied indifferently, "I don’t want to know."

Rong Menglan told him, "The Nangong Family has been relocated to the south."

Nangong Chang gave a cold laugh, turning back to look at him calmly, "Oh, what does that have to do with me? The Nangong Family is destined to fall sooner or later. Even without me, they can’t stand their ground in Capital City; they have been rotten at the core."

After dropping these words, Nangong Chang left with his son, who had cloudy eyes and a befuddled expression, striding away.

In the second-floor room, Su Jingshu, upon seeing Nangong Chang leaving with the child, ran out like a madwoman.

She was wearing heels of several centimeters, moving briskly, not waiting for the elevator, and directly sprinting down the stairs.

But she wasn’t quicker than Nangong Chang disappearing into the crowd in a blink of an eye.

By the time Su Jingshu had searched the entire bar lounge and even checked around the outside of the bar multiple times, she found no trace of Nangong Chang or the child.

Her hands were trembling, and her eyes were covered with a sinister sheen. She turned to Bei Jinzhou, who looked worried by her side, and instructed, "Pull up the surveillance!"

Su Jingshu stood at the entrance of the bar, the summer heat blowing on her, her forehead moist with a layer of fine sweat.

At that moment, several luxurious black sedans pulled up in front of the bar, the sleek bodies bearing the emblem of the Huo Family.

From the second car, the person in the back seat pushed open the door and got out.

Huo Yirong was dressed casually tonight, his shirt collar open, wearing light-colored casual pants, and his hair wasn’t particularly styled, with bangs casually falling over his forehead, giving him a look that was both youthful and nonchalant, with an air of aristocratic hooliganism.

He stood by the car and immediately saw Su Jingshu—the dispirited and pale-faced figure at the bar’s doorway.

Thinking of the video this woman had sent him, his handsome face darkened, and he took long strides toward her.

His first question upon meeting her was, "Where is Song Qing?"

Su Jingshu lifted her eyes to see him standing before her, not surprised in the least, her face devoid of the mocking look she had previously worn.

Her pale lips parted slightly, "Inside."

Her voice was still trembling as if she were in the depth of winter, so cold her teeth were chattering.

But it was clearly the height of summer, and even at night, the warmth enveloped her whole body, causing a sense of irritability.

Huo Yirong sensed something was off and casually asked, "What’s wrong with you?"