Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1192: Second Master Huo, take a piece of advice, you can’t tame that woman.

Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192: Second Master Huo, take a piece of advice, you can’t tame that woman.

Huo Yirong’s eyes were slightly downcast, his waveless gaze fixed on the wine cup in hand. In a light voice, he said, "I took the liberty of inviting Mr. Rong here this late at night because of a private matter that keeps me from sleep. I hope Mr. Rong can help me solve it."

Rong Menglan leaned back, relaxing into the couch with a casual tone, "Oh? What matter could possibly keep Second Master Huo awake all night?"

Though he spoke in a dismissive tone, he was certain deep down this had something to do with Song Qing.

He wondered when exactly that carnivorous Flower Demon, Aqing, had tamed Second Master Huo, stirring him to action in the dead of night.

To claim there was no romantic subtext between the two was something he, who spent years amidst beauties, would never believe.

Huo Yirong gave Rong Menglan a deep look, his tone nonchalant, "It’s not a big deal. A pet cat has gone missing."

His expression was calm, with a slight upward twist at the corners of his eyes. Despite the lack of anger on his handsome face, an oppressive aura emanating from him could not be ignored.

Sensing the danger but not taking it to heart, Rong Menglan instead frowned and asked, "A cat?"

He didn’t understand the implication behind Huo Yirong’s words, his mind clouded with confusion, his expressive, romantic eyes filled with bewilderment.

The other party had brought him over in the middle of the night for a cat, not a person?

Rong Menglan almost cursed out loud. What did the Huo Family losing a cat have to do with him?

Huo Yirong’s eyelids lightly drooped, appearing gentle and harmless. Yet his gaze, sharp as a knife, was fixated on a certain corner of the table, "Right, cats are creatures that cannot be fed until fully trusted. She disappeared recently, and my men found out that she was with Mr. Rong at the time of her disappearance."

"..." It took Rong Menglan quite some time to grasp the deeper meaning in his words. With a speechless expression, he asked, "Are you saying Song Qing is a cat?"

The corners of his eyes twitched, and his face took on a peculiar look, as if he was struggling to hold back laughter.

Aqing, a man-eating Flower Demon, both ferocious and domineering, was being treated like some delicate cat by Huo Yirong. Even a Cat Demon would hardly be a match for a fraction of Aqing’s fierceness.

Rong Menglan tried to restrain himself but couldn’t help bursting into laughter. His laughter grew more joyful, tinged with the pleasure of schadenfreude.

In the midst of his laughter, Huo Yirong’s proud face grew increasingly somber, his gaze ice-cold and devoid of warmth, eyes slightly narrowed as he freely scrutinized the person across from him.

His look resembled that of sizing up something destined to become lifeless, with an unhidden aggressive intent and murderous aura.

The air around them gradually grew oppressive. Rong Menglan stopped his laughter, knowing that he had been impolite, and coughed lightly to cover up.

His gaze was steady, showing no sign of guilt as he looked back at Huo Yirong, "Second Master Huo, I meant no disrespect. It’s just that your comparison of Aqing to a cat really made it impossible for me to hold back. You know, I’ve known her for many years and have never heard anyone discuss her in the same context as a cat. Even if Aqing were a cat, she would probably be the most ferocious, domineering, and troublesome one there is."

Huo Yirong’s hand, resting casually on the couch, tensed slightly at some part of the conversation.

He observed Rong Menglan impassively, as numerous thoughts swirled in his mind, his voice as calm as still water, "From what you’re saying, Mr. Rong, you’ve known Song Qing for a long time?"

Rong Menglan, detecting the probing nature of his inquiry, responded with a light laugh under the scrutinizing gaze, "Indeed, we’ve been acquainted for so long that in this vast Capital City, I’ve seen her several times and didn’t even remember that she was an old acquaintance."

Huo Yirong crossed his legs and shifted his position, flicking the robe on his knee with slender fingertips, his expression unchanged, "As far as I know, since Song Qing was sent to the Huo Family, she never dealt with you. The close contact between you two only started from the bar last month."

As he changed his posture, Huo Qiang, standing not far away, seemed to receive a signal and, with his men in tow, advanced toward Rong Menglan.

The latter, appearing oblivious to the approaching danger, maintained his usual laid-back posture, propping his arm and resting his palm against his temple, looking at Huo Yirong with a smile that was more mocking than genuine.

His tone was teasing, not bothering to hide his amusement, "Does Second Master not trust me?"

Huo Yirong watched Huo Qiang and his men encircle Rong Menglan with a calm gaze that seemed even more dangerous than anger, his lips curved in a mocking smile, "How can I trust you?"

Song Qing was with Rong Menglan when she disappeared, and Second Master was very displeased with his provocative tone and overfamiliar attitude.

Just as Huo Qiang was about to lay hands on Rong Menglan, the latter sat up straight, and a strange, chilling light surfaced in his sentimental mandarin duck eyes, "Second Master Huo, let them save their energy. None of these men can beat me. If I hadn’t come here on my own volition tonight, the ones the Huo Family sent to follow me would’ve been the ones returning as corpses."

Huo Yirong let out a sneer, "The young master Rong surely doesn’t lack confidence."

Rong Menglan shrugged and spread his hands, boasting arrogantly, "Can’t help it, the power speaks for itself."

Next, under everyone’s gaze, two horns emerged from the half-length hair on his head.

Huo Qiang and the others watched this scene with eerie gazes. Having spent a long time by Qin Ruan’s side, they had seen too many unnatural phenomena. Rong Menglan’s transformation made them subconsciously gather around Huo Yirong, forming a protective circle with practiced skill.

Huo Yirong also noticed Rong Menglan’s transformation, his eyebrows slightly raised with surprise in his eyes, but his voice remained steady as ever, "Are you also a demon?"

Rong Menglan touched the newly materialized horns on his head, which lacked the domineering presence of his original form, being roughly the size of a palm.

The miniaturized gluttonous beast horns seemed cute and posed no threat, which he clearly loathed, furrowing his brow as he turned to Huo Yirong, "Also? Do you know that Song Qing is a demon?"

The latter calmly nodded, fixing his gaze on Rong Menglan’s horns with curiosity for the unknown creature.

Rong Menglan clicked his tongue lightly, "Since you know she’s a demon, yet you still covet her, do you have any idea how ferocious that woman can be? Listen to my advice, Second Master Huo, you won’t be able to subdue that woman."

Huo Yirong’s eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke in a deep voice, "You needn’t worry yourself, young master Rong. Just tell me where she is?"

Rong Menglan tilted his head, the horns making the gesture somewhat cute, his tone not so friendly anymore. With schadenfreude he said, "Telling you is useless anyway. She’s been very busy recently. She’ll probably only show herself when Third Master Huo gets married."

Huo Yirong lowered his gaze in thought.

After a long while, he looked up at Rong Menglan and asked, "What kind of demon are you?"

"Me?" Rong Menglan smiled proudly, his smiling lips parting to say, "A gluttonous beast."

Huo Yirong displayed a look of distaste, "So you’re a demon known for greed and lust."

Rong Menglan’s eyes widened slightly, his facial expression a mix of resignation and laughter, "Come on, Second Master Huo, you can’t generalize like that. Besides, given the current situation where I’m a demon and you’re human, shouldn’t you be a little more apprehensive?"

Huo Yirong frowned in contemplation, and after a moment, his handsome face kindly showed a hint of fear, his gaze turning fearful as he looked at Rong Menglan.

But this expression seemed quite incongruous to him.