Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1168: Third Master Huo: It’s All Ruanruan’s Fault for Being So Tempting, I Can’t Control My Feelings

Chapter 1168: Chapter 1168: Third Master Huo: It’s All Ruanruan’s Fault for Being So Tempting, I Can’t Control My Feelings

Huo Yirong slowly pried open the fingers that were gripping Song Qing’s collar, his strength not forceful yet undeniable.

He placed his hand, callused from handling guns, by his raised Adam’s apple and asked with a light chuckle, "Dare you kill me?"

He grabbed Song Qing’s hand and slowly tightened his grip around his own neck.

Song Qing’s pupils contracted sharply, and she struggled forcefully to shake off his hand, her gaze fixed on the man before her in astonishment.

"You’re insane!"

The words blurted out trembled uncontrollably.

Huo Yirong’s exquisitely handsome face bore a smile that seemed unrestrained and carefree, and the fleeting brilliance in his eyes made him not to be underestimated.

His eyes looked as if they were harboring schemes, seemingly peering into the depths of Song Qing’s heart, seeing through her completely.

Song Qing’s fingertips trembled at her side.

She was a demon, and Huo Yirong was human, just a bit more force from her hands could have choked him to death instantly.

Even though she was annoyed and resentful towards him, she had never harbored the intention to kill him.

Huo Yirong leaned back in his seat, his gaze nonchalantly roving over Song Qing, both investigative and evaluative.

The expressions of furious anger on Song Qing’s face, chillingly cold and devoid of mercy, unrestrainedly released the powerful, malevolent thoughts of a demon.

It was undeniable, whether it was the submissive Song Qing in front of him or the drastically altered Song Qing now, both ignited in him a possessive desire, an object that no one else should touch.

This feeling was subtle and somewhat uncontrollable.

Faced with potential dangers, including uncontrollable factors, Young Master Huo subconsciously wanted to eliminate them.

Thinking of Song Qing’s previous questions, having feelings for her?

Huo Yirong snorted inwardly, the smile in his eyes dissipating as he coldly commanded, "Get lost!"

The unease on Song Qing’s face, after being treated so badly, instantly chilled, and the previously disappeared spikes emerged once again.

She scoffed coldly, "You tell me to get lost, how humiliating that would be for me!"

Huo Yirong’s piercing gaze stabbed at Song Qing like a sword, intending to tear apart the spiked armor disguised on her body and expose all her concealed true faces under the daylight for everyone to see without exception.

Song Qing’s gaze shifted first, the flickering angry demonic energy around her body was intensely strong, carrying a killing intent that could rip someone apart.

Indeed, she was somewhat lacking in confidence, but it wasn’t just a pretense of calmness, she truly didn’t know how to deal with the man before her, who brought her a frustrating sense of defeat, of being unable to fight back but only to choke.

Suddenly, Huo Yirong leaned closer, his cool lips brushed against Song Qing’s cheek, and his low, seductive voice slowly said, "You’re really not afraid of me... killing you?"

Song Qing’s eyes widened in shock as she fiercely turned her head to stare at him, as though stunned by his shamelessness.

Although the word "kill" was extremely soft, almost inaudible, she still caught it clearly.

Recalling the night they had spent in the small building at Huo Mansion, Song Qing’s already calmed heartbeat quickened once again.

She forcefully pushed the man before her away, jumped out of the car, and sprinted towards the Song Family home.

At that moment, she could be summed up in four words: fleeing in complete disarray.

She feared that if she didn’t escape now, she wouldn’t be able to control the demonic power within her, and she might really kill him.

This was too much!

Absolutely too much!

That bastard knew well that she wouldn’t dare to strike him lethally.

Song Qing rushed into the Song Family home, and the Huo Family cars parked outside had not yet departed. Sitting in the car, Huo Yirong lit another cigarette.

His deep and profound gaze followed the direction of Song Qing’s departure, his handsome features expressionless, leaving no one to understand his thoughts.

Huo Qiang sat in the driver’s seat, not daring to take any further action without an order.

Suddenly, Huo Yirong laughed with a cigarette dangling from his lips, "Truly a wild cat indeed."

Not only wild but also scratchy.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, casually tossed the extinguished butt out of the car, and ordered in a deep voice, "Let’s go home."

The vehicle started and slowly drove away from the Song Family.

...

Time flew by, and a week passed.

Qin Ruan suddenly realized that the Buddha Beads in her grandfather’s hand were missing.

She leaned on the sunroom’s lounge chair in the terrace, watching the man inside the hall brewing tea. His slender hands were on the teapot, slowly pouring out fragrantly steaming tea.

A complicated tea brewing process, every movement exuded elegance.

Observing the disappearing Buddha Beads on his wrist, Qin Ruan finally noticed what had been odd these past few days.

Those beads were her grandfather’s companion item, always with him.

Qin Ruan moved the hand supporting her head away and sat up, frowning at the man sipping tea.

Noticing Qin Ruan’s gaze, Huo Grandfather’s tranquil eyes slowly lifted, revealing warmth and indulgence when he saw Qin Ruan.

He waved his hand and patted the spot beside him.

Qin Ruan stood and walked toward him, the cool tea aroma filling the hall.

She sat next to her grandfather, her eyes intently fixed on his bare wrist, voicing her inner doubt, "Where are the Buddha Beads?"

Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, finally understanding why the girl was frowning.

He set down his tea cup, picked up a napkin from the table to wipe his hands, his tone casual and indifferent, "I left them at the company a few days ago."

Qin Ruan held her grandfather’s wrist, still looking somewhat upset.

Huo Yunjiao threw the napkin on the table, raised his hand to gently caress her face, "Don’t be upset. I’ll take you out tomorrow to relax."

Qin Ruan looked up at him, "Where to?"

Grandfather sighed softly, "To pick up two ancestors from the family."

The Qin Family had taken Huo Yao and Huo Anqi away a few days ago, making the house much quieter. This morning, her father-in-law called to say the two kids were clamoring to come back.

Thinking about the rare peace over the past few days, grandfather decided to fetch them tomorrow.

He pulled Qin Ruan into his arms, carefully touching her slightly bulging belly, his touch careful and full of tenderness.

Then his hand shifted, moving to Qin Ruan’s lower back to gently massage.

Having had a sore back since morning, Qin Ruan made a soft moan under her grandfather’s care.

The massaging pressure was so comfortable that she couldn’t resist.

But thinking about the culprit of her sore back right in front of her, she pursed her lips, closing her eyes to enjoy his compensation.

Worry filled his voice, "The wedding’s next month. Will your body hold up?"

Qin Ruan opened her eyes and glanced up at smiling Grandfather, "Just trouble me less on a few occasions, and I can dance all day in high heels at the wedding."

Who knew what had gotten into him, like a young boy who’s discovered taste for meat.

Every few days he’d stir up trouble twice, and despite her rejections and pleas, under his relentless approaches, she still helplessly fell for it.

She hadn’t seen such impatient behavior from Grandfather even when she was pregnant with Ayao and Anqi.

Facing complaints and grievances, Huo Grandfather didn’t reflect. He lowered his head, kissed Qin Ruan’s delicate cheek, and whispered in her ear,

"It’s just that Ruanruan is too tempting, making me lose control..."

The vulgar words that followed were simply fatal to hear.

She pushed against Grandfather’s chest and stood up to leave.