Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1165: Mr. Huo Er Gives Her a Sense of Belonging She Doesn’t Want to Acknowledge

Chapter 1165: Chapter 1165: Mr. Huo Er Gives Her a Sense of Belonging She Doesn’t Want to Acknowledge

Huo Yirong, with absolute power, restrained the resisting Song Qing in his arms, and after she could no longer resist, he glanced toward the corner at Rong Menglan, "Young Master Rong, can we talk another day?"

With a tone that brooked no refusal, a storm seemed to be brewing beneath his handsome, alluring face; anger and hostility hidden in the depths of his eyes.

Rong Menglan’s gaze was clear and calm, and he responded in an even tone, "I’m available at any time."

He did nothing wrong and wasn’t afraid of the Second Master Huo coming to pick a quarrel.

Yet tonight was destined to be a sleepless one for him—his inner restlessness could not be quelled, thanks to the people he had encountered that evening.

He thought to himself that he would need to switch hunting grounds in the future.

As he watched Huo Yirong leave with Song Qing under the protection of the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard, Rong Menglan stood up and straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, his long legs striding elegantly away.

He had thought tonight’s events were vexing enough, but then he encountered Su Jingshu blocking Huo Yirong’s way.

The woman’s chest heaved dramatically as she clutched Huo Yirong’s sleeve, staring at the Song Qing he held, her red lips continually opening and closing, her expression agitated and unclear about what she was saying.

Su Jingshu had once been the Second Master Huo’s fiancée, and he recalled how the Su Family had suffered a great deal when the two dissolved their engagement, though without damaging their foundations, substantial resources were lost.

Rong Menglan’s mood, initially somber, lightened upon seeing the Second Master Huo’s ex-fiancée and current wild cat; a delightful sense of schadenfreude rose in his heart.

But no matter how fascinating the drama, it was still a battlefield; one wrong step could involve oneself.

Rong Menglan knew that observer were not welcomed in Huo’s personal battlefields, he edged along the wall, preparing to leave this place of conflict.

"I don’t know."

"I don’t recognize."

"Never seen, not clear..."

As Rong Menglan came closer, he heard Song Qing spit these cold, clear sentences from her mouth.

Su Jingshu, completely disregarding Huo Yirong’s forbidding aura, laid hands on Song Qing, grabbing her red dress at the neckline, "You’re lying to me! He was clearly sitting with you earlier!"

Her actions were rough, and as she yanked open the neckline of the red dress, the beautiful scenery beneath Song Qing’s dress was clearly exposed to everyone.

Huo Yirong’s face darkened on seeing this.

He ordered coldly, "Su Jingshu, let go!"

Su Jingshu had a deep-seated fear of the Second Master Huo and released her grip subconsciously.

Song Qing calmly adjusted her dress, even pulling on the fabric around her thigh that was being held by the Second Master.

Her demeanor and actions were as composed as ever. However, the sight struck Huo Yirong as particularly irritating.

He looked up at Su Jingshu with icy eyes, his voice laced with mocking coldness, "The grass is growing over Nangong Chang’s grave, and you still can’t forget a dead man? I didn’t realize the Su Family Head was such a romantic."

The mocked Su Jingshu’s face changed colors.

She opened her mouth to deny it, but upon catching sight of Nangong Chang, she couldn’t suppress the fleeting joy and wild thoughts at the back of her mind.

She knew very well that the incident years ago was a misunderstanding, knowing that Nangong Chang wasn’t her rescuer, but were her many years of feelings truly just for the sake of gratitude?

That bit of lifesaving grace hardly seemed enough for her to sacrifice herself.

She would submit to Nangong Chang, join in his madness, indulge his whims, even at the expense of strengthening the Nangong Family’s position with her own family’s support, but for what reason exactly?

Su Jingshu was uncharacteristically silent, footsteps echoing beside her, her eyes sharp as arrows shot forth, her red lips tightly pursed.

When Rong Menglan saw that she was about to secretly slip away, she quickly walked up, blocking the other’s path, and asked with a calm voice, "Did Nangong Chang come by?"

This was also what she had asked Song Qing before, but no matter what she asked, the other person was just brushing her off.

Rong Menglan subconsciously looked at Song Qing, who was held in Huo Yirong’s arms, and the latter blinked her big eyes at him.

The two rarely interacted, yet Rong Menglan still managed to receive the message from Song Qing.

A playful expression appeared on his face as he looked at Su Jingshu with a joking tone, "Did the Su Family Head drink too much? A person who has been dead for so long, if he really were to come back from the dead, I suppose Yejue Bar would have to shut its doors for good."

Once again denied by someone, Su Jingshu felt her strength suddenly drain away.

She stepped aside, making way and said weakly, "You all go ahead."

Perhaps she really had drunk too much and was hallucinating, after all, the person appearing in her dreams every late night felt so real.

It might have been the alcohol influencing her, making her unable to distinguish reality from illusion.

Su Jingshu, exhausted, rubbed her throbbing temples and led Bei Jinzhou, who followed by her side, out of the bar first.

Huo Yirong was not as easily deceived as Su Jingshu. After she left, his deep and chilly gaze shifted back and forth between Song Qing and Rong Menglan.

He always felt that these two shared an understanding and were hiding secrets from him.

This feeling deeply displeased Huo Yirong.

He set Song Qing down on the ground, wrapped his arms around her petite body, and forcefully clamped down on her delicate jaw, asking coldly, "What are you hiding from me?"

Despite being upset with this man, Song Qing was conflicted deep down, and did not want to deceive him over something so trivial.

She pursed her lips, "Nangong Chang just came."

Her tone was quite disdainful, reflecting her inability to suppress her compliant attitude and her self-loathing for not being able to act against the man at her side.

How was it that every time she encountered this man, she was full of contradictions, wanting to stay away yet involuntarily drawing closer when she saw him, despising his control over her yet feeling an inexplicable sense of belonging when truly confronted?

Damn it! Was she going crazy?

Song Qing cursed inwardly, but she showed nothing on her face, her contradictions unknown to anyone.

She attributed all this to the fact that her two personalities had not yet fully merged, unwilling to admit that Huo Yirong might hold a special place for her.

When Huo Yirong heard that Nangong Chang had indeed appeared, his face initially showed surprise but quickly reverted to a calm demeanor.

He knew Song Qing was a demon, and the likelihood of her deceiving him was too small.

Moreover, seeing the shock on Rong Menglan’s face, it seemed that this matter was indeed true.

Huo Yirong did not inquire further, but instead forcibly took Song Qing by the shoulder and left the bar.

As they passed Rong Menglan, he did not even spare him a glance.

The latter touched his nose, feeling like Huo Yirong had somehow cast him in the role of a third wheel.

At this moment, the pleasure of watching a battlefield in his heart disappeared, and he unavoidably fell into a vexing situation, utterly frustrated.

Whether meddling in the ambiguous relationship between Huo Yirong and Song Qing or the sudden appearance of Nangong Chang which led Su Jingshu to target him, everything was just too messy.

Rong Menglan sighed as he looked up, feeling that he should have checked the calendar before leaving home today to see what bad luck he had stepped into, making his day so restless.

Just as the group walked out of the bar, Rong Menglan ran into yet another annoying issue.

His handsome, gentleman-like face contorted.