Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1189: The Great Wedding is Imminent, the Ferocious Beast Taotie and Chaos Appear

Chapter 1189: Chapter 1189: The Great Wedding is Imminent, the Ferocious Beast Taotie and Chaos Appear

Huo Yirong walked over to Qin Ruan, looked down at her with an elevated stance, and started with a gentle tone, "Younger sister, can you help me find someone?"

Qin Ruan lifted her hand that rested on the couch and placed it against her temple, her face full of a mocking smile, "Yirong, do you still remember last year at your residence when you tried to strangle Song Qing in the lotus pond?"

Reminded of the past by Qin Ruan, Huo Yirong uncomfortably coughed lowly, "That was a long time ago."

He knew well that Qin Ruan was aware of his purpose here.

A playful gleam flashed in Qin Ruan’s eyes, and her red lips slightly moved, "That day, Song Qing was facing a bloody disaster; had you continued, she wouldn’t have died but would have been half-dead. I told you then, you would thank me for intervening."

Huo Yirong, however, didn’t feel much gratitude.

At that moment, he was still engulfed in the anger of being betrayed by Song Qing, wishing he could drag her out and give her a severe beating.

Huo Yirong gritted his teeth and sneered, "I knew I should have not shown any mercy back then, so she wouldn’t trouble me as she does now!"

Born into a noble family and always a favored child of heaven, Huo Yirong, even nearing thirty, had always done as he pleased. It had always been him making others uncomfortable; there were few who dared provoke him, making him feel physically and mentally uncomfortable.

Song Qing had defied him not just once or twice, and his rage stemmed from his unwillingness to lose control over the situation.

It was like a cat raised by your side that would cozy up to you daily, solely dependent on the owner for survival, and then suddenly, the cat ran away. Not only did it forget the master’s rules, but it also mingled with other unclean creatures.

Lying on the couch, Qin Ruan sat up and stretched lazily, asking in a languid tone, "Yirong, have you decided what you’ll do with Song Qing once you find her?"

Without hesitation, Huo Yirong retorted, "An insubordinate subordinate who has erred must face the consequences."

Hearing his response, Qin Ruan didn’t seem surprised. She advised in a low voice, "If you retrieve Song Qing this time, and your fates entangle once again, it might harm you both physically and emotionally later on. Are you sure you can accept that? If not, maybe it’s better to let her go."

Qin Ruan couldn’t penetrate the ultimate fate of the two; Song Qing was a demon, bearing mysteries Qin Ruan could not decipher. Huo Yirong, though favored by heaven, was ultimately a mere human. The outcome of their entanglement with a demon could only be imagined and was bound to end tragically.

Fate entangled, ultimately unable to escape a love affair.

When Qin Ruan first met Song Qing, she saw the complex emotional thread between her and Huo Yirong.

Even if they were truly together, Huo Yirong couldn’t keep Song Qing.

At that time, she still wasn’t clear about the reasons, but she understood them after learning of Song Qing’s identity.

Huo Yirong’s face turned very ugly, and faced with Qin Ruan’s questions, he fell silent.

After a long time, he scoffed lightly, "Emotions? To me, they are merely accessory products. No matter how capable Song Qing is, she won’t cause me to stumble."

His words were filled with disdain and scorn.

Qin Ruan’s expression initially stiffened, then she burst into laughter, "Yirong, you really won’t turn back until you hit the south wall."

In Capital City, North City, within a manor shielded by a barrier, Rong Menglan, standing in the crowded hall, suddenly let out a loud sneeze.

Inside the spacious, luxuriously European-styled hall, stood many emotionless men and women in bizarre clothes.

Eerily, the overcrowded hall was completely silent, in a state where the drop of a pin could be heard.

This also caused Rong Menglan to sneeze, attracting the attention of everyone in the hall.

Yet his expression remained unchanged as if he didn’t notice the eyes scouting over him.

A mocking voice sounded by his side, "Yo, glutton, which little lover is thinking of you?"

Rong Menglan’s affectionate mandarin duck eyes coldly glanced at the man beside him, his tone slightly heavy, "Mind your own business, Chaos!"

Chaos was tall and handsome with a youthful face and a good physique that looked like a sports student overflowing with youthful vigor, both manly and vibrant.

Who would have guessed this guy was a fierce beast that had lived for tens of thousands of years?

Chaos was thriving in Sea City, enjoying the pleasure brought by violence and blood daily, and he was even delighted by it, living his days joyously.

Last month, he had been suddenly attacked by Ming Tianheng, brought back to Capital City, and thrown in front of the Divine Monarch; at that moment, he knew his brief indulgent life had ended.

Not only that, but his leisurely and joyful days in the Human Realm had also come to a definitive end.

Thinking about the end of his brief indulgent life, Chaos had been exuding an air of displeasure these days, and anyone who dared provoke him would end up in a fight—he was either beating up someone or getting severely beaten.

This guy was a brainy fighting freak, outrageously arrogant when he won and not annoyed when he lost, always waiting for a chance to strike back.

If possible, Rong Menglan did not want to deal with him, but these days, he was also feeling uneasy.

Recently, Song Qing had been contacting him continuously, and his sealed memories gradually returned; the day his identity was revealed, he almost went mad.

Anyone who had lived as a human for thirty years would struggle to stay calm if they suddenly learned they were an ancient beast and one of the infamous four fierce beasts.

At the moment his memories and identity fully recovered, Rong Menglan realized why he had led an ascetic life for over twenty years and then suddenly one day, it was as if a mysterious switch had been flipped.

He always felt that the beauties and delicacies of the world should not be wasted; he had a duty to enhance the beauty of all beautiful things to the extreme, preferably by his doing, witnessing the beauties lose their souls in the short-lived process of blooming, which gave him a sense of achievement.

Of course, sometimes when encountering something exceptional, a cunning desire would stir within him to devour them entirely and make them his own.

This dark and twisted thought frightened Rong Menglan, leading him to doubt himself, but it was simply the nature of his bloodline acting up.

Seeing Rong Menglan’s gloomy face, Chaos approached with a provoking smile, taunting, "Look at you, all dressed up in a suit, but aren’t you just a greedy, lustful guy at heart?"

Rong Menglan knew this guy was itching for a fight again; his gaze leisurely surveyed the opponent, his expression scornful, "You want to fight?"

He was ready to accompany him at any moment, perfect for venting his discontent and also to test how much of his combat strength had recovered.

Seeing the two with tensed muscles and Evil Qi leaking out, ready to fight at any moment, Song Qing rushed over.

She stood between them and warned in a stern voice, "The princess’s grand wedding is imminent—if you start trouble now, be careful the master will skin you!"

Song Qing was dressed in a black tight suit, her entire body covered except for her hands and face.

Rong Menglan thought of the woman who had disrupted his life plans for the next few decades; he couldn’t even bother to glance at her and turned his head to look upstairs.

Chaos also didn’t want to provoke this maid who followed the Fox Clan princess; the whip wielded by Fox Clan’s Aruan thousands of years ago still haunted him.