Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1164: If you dare let this body get dirty, I’ll take your life!

Chapter 1164: Chapter 1164: If you dare let this body get dirty, I’ll take your life!

Su Jingshu suddenly reached out and grabbed Huo Yirong’s arm, asking urgently, "Is Nangong Chang still alive?"

Her facial expressions were fierce, losing the composed temperament of a scholarly lady as a crazed look sparked in her eyes, terrifying to behold.

Huo Yirong looked at her with an indescribable gaze, his thin lips barely moving, "...Madwoman!"

He forcefully shook off her hand and strode into the bar.

Huo Qiang and the other Hidden Guards immediately followed him in.

Su Jingshu stood in the same place, muttering to herself, "Impossible, I couldn’t have recognized the wrong person..."

Just over an hour ago, when she had found Song Qing entangled with Rong Menglan, she was merely an observer. Now, she was part of the drama.

She could never have imagined that a dead person could reappear before her eyes, let alone that child... who was it?

Bei Jinzhou came out of the bar, stood beside Su Jingshu, and reported quietly, "Family Head, the surveillance footage has been pulled up."

"Is it him?"

Her voice was so soft it was almost imperceptible, scattered by the night wind.

Bei Jinzhou heard her clearly, his face showing difficulty, and he said hoarsely, "No, that person isn’t in the video."

"Impossible!"

Su Jingshu turned around abruptly, her crimson eyes glaring at Bei Jinzhou.

She knew Bei Jinzhou would not deceive her; if he said no one was there, then there truly was no one.

But she had clearly seen that person with her own eyes, right under her eyelids.

Thinking of the interaction she had witnessed between that person, Rong Menglan, and Song Qing, Su Jingshu unclenched her fists and, taking Bei Jinzhou with her, walked back into the bar.

When Huo Yirong found Song Qing, she was whispering intimately to Rong Menglan, so close their faces were almost touching, and it was unclear what they were discussing.

Song Qing, oblivious to the sharp, ominous gaze from afar, furrowed her brows in what seemed to be an argument with Rong Menglan.

"Since when have you been so close with Nangong Chang? Has the Rong Family been in cahoots with the Nangong Family long before?"

Faced with Song Qing’s accusation, Rong Menglan looked at her as if she were a fool, "If the Rong Family had any collusion with the Nangong Family, would the Huo Family have let us off?"

Song Qing let out a cold laugh, "Who knows? Considering how he was hugging and holding you, you wouldn’t happen to be having an affair with him, would you?"

She wasn’t just talking nonsense.

The former Rong Menglan was extremely picky about food and even pickier about beauty, never distinguishing between genders.

All the delicacies and beauties in the world, as long as he fancied them, never escaped his grasp.

Upon hearing this, Rong Menglan nearly choked on blood, his complexion turning a shade paler.

Him and Nangong Chang?

What a horrifying picture, unthinkable!

If the person before him wasn’t Song Qing, who the Huo Family had specifically instructed to be untouchable, Rong Menglan would have insulted her without regard. And if insults were futile, he would have resorted to direct and brute force.

Not only did he fail to catch his prey to ease his mood tonight, but he also encountered Song Qing and Nangong Chang, resurrected from the dead, which made his already irritable mood unable to be suppressed any longer, inevitably leaking out.

Yet Song Qing was still clueless, bumping her shoulder against Rong Menglan, her face full of gossip, "No way, did you two really get together?"

"Shut up!" Rong Menglan rebuked coldly.

Song Qing seemed to be unaware of his irritation and saw him tugging at his collar impatiently. His red lips curved into a mocking smile.

She rested her hand on the other person’s shoulder, her fingertips gently sliding over his upper arm through the clothing, "Young Master Rong, how about we go somewhere else to play?"

Her sultry voice sounded like a hook, a very ordinary phrase yet she made it brim with ambiguity.

Rong Menglan glanced out of the corner of her eye at the figure of Song Qing standing not far away, her face darkening as she watched, and a flash of panic darted through the depths of her eyes before she calmed down.

Thinking of something, his cold thin lips lifted with a teasing curve, very cooperatively he asked, "Oh? Go where?"

Seeing her bait taken, Song Qing’s eyes could hardly hide her excitement, she suppressed the thrill from the bottom of her heart and said with feigned composure, "The hotel upstairs has spacious rooms, better for stretching out, continuing like this is pointless, isn’t it?"

The hand she rested on the couch trembled with excitement at the prospect of completing her mission.

The approaching Huo Yirong just happened to hear Song Qing’s words, his already unsightly complexion darkening further.

His dark, deep eyes coldly stared at her, his lips twisting into a grin that didn’t reach his eyes, "This room’s so big, do you mind if I join?"

The familiar voice reached her ears, and Song Qing’s entire body stiffened.

Rong Menglan could clearly feel the tension in her hand on his shoulder and the stiffness of her body.

Under the murderous glare of Second Master Huo’s fierce eyes, Rong Menglan removed his hand from her shoulder, wisely distancing himself from Song Qing.

With a stiff neck, Song Qing looked up, her eyes wide as she gazed at the man standing before her, nervously, or perhaps fearfully, she swallowed instinctively.

Huo Yirong glanced at the cigarettes on the table, bent down to pull one out of the box with practiced ease, and placed it casually in his mouth, while Huo Qiang who followed lit it for him.

The elegant posture of his slender, fair fingers holding the cigarette, the smoke leisurely expelled from his sensuous thin lips, shielded his murderous dark eyes.

Song Qing, highly alert, immediately sensed danger, and slid off the couch, ready to flee from the current battlefield.

At the moment she prepared to stand, Huo Yirong moved.

He strode two steps to stand in front of Song Qing, his hand holding the cigarette forcefully pressing down on her shoulder.

"Baby, have you forgotten what I told you before?"

The words whispered like a lover, passionate and indifferent, their danger doubling.

A strange feeling arose within Song Qing, an uncontrollable desire to submit, to sacrifice everything and offer it all to him.

Even though her memory had returned, every time she faced Huo Yirong, she couldn’t control the deep desire to draw closer.

Song Qing thought it was the doing of her second personality, biting her teeth, she forced a smile and called, "Second Master—"

Huo Yirong’s other hand fiercely gripped Song Qing’s delicate chin, "If you allow this body to be defiled, I’ll take your life!"

When angry, his voice lost its usual jest, chilling to the bone.

This was something he had said before.

Song Qing’s exquisitely made-up face darkened, she narrowed her eyes and retorted sharply, "I haven’t done anything yet, and you’re accusing me, aren’t you overreacting?"

She had never been restrained, protected by the Divine Monarch, then doted on by Aruan, her temperament had been spoiled as she grew up.

Now someone was accusing her without discerning right from wrong, her hot temper flared up instantly.

"Good, you’ve really grown some nerve, forgetting all the rules!"

Huo Yirong took a last drag on his cigarette, quickly blowing out smoke rings, then bent down to lift Song Qing off the couch.

There was no tenderness in his actions; he handled her as if picking up a chick.

"Let me go!"

Song Qing was far from compliant, struggling hard to jump down.