Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1202: You Are My One and Only, Forever and Ever, Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 1202: Chapter 1202: You Are My One and Only, Forever and Ever, Till Death Do Us Part

Qin Ruan’s vision went dark, panic swelling in her pupils as they abruptly constricted, her pale red lips quivering slightly, her outstretched hand trembling.

She knew something was wrong with the Buddha Beads, but she could never have guessed that a full eight of them were shattered.

Qin Ruan desperately wanted to summon Ming Tianheng and, seizing him by the collar, demand whether Huo Yunjiao’s death would arrive on the day the Buddha Beads completely broke.

Why was everyone deceiving her?

Was all this secrecy some form of revenge against her?

Qin Ruan’s fingertips touched the cracked beads, her heart aching so much that her breathing weakened, as if someone was repeatedly stabbing her heart with a knife.

"Thump thump—"

The sound of knocking arose, followed by a familiar, gentle voice, "Ruanruan, are you in there?"

Qin Ruan shivered, subconsciously shutting the secret compartment near the bookshelf at high speed, and restored the few books she had taken down back to their original place.

She turned and quickly walked to her desk, picking up the Strola fountain pen resting on it—she had taken an interest in this pen when she was invited to an international auction and had watched from outside via video feed.

The moment she saw the pen, Qin Ruan thought of her elder brother, who often needed to sign documents at the company; on a whim, she bought it for the sky-high price of 1.25 billion.

The Strola brand was an international top-tier pen manufacturer, favored globally by the richest of the rich, royal families, and numerous international celebrities as well as the elite class for signing, which secured its reputation as the world’s most expensive pen.

The Strola Diamond Fountain Pen in Qin Ruan’s hands was set with 1919 diamonds, with a cap topped by a single diamond weighing three carats.

The entire pen weighed over 30 carats, its value a result of the intricate craftsmanship and the influence of both the brand and its clientele.

"Ruanruan?"

Huo Yunjiao’s voice called out once more from outside the door.

This time, he didn’t wait for her response and pushed the door open slowly.

Qin Ruan was standing by the desk, draped in a silk robe, clutching the pen tightly, her gaze blank as she stared at the dazzling man radiating light as he walked in.

Seeing Qin Ruan by the desk, a light laugh played at the corners of Huo Yunjiao’s lips.

His expression was gentle and doting as he took leisurely steps towards her, brushing away her disheveled hair, his voice softer than ever, "I thought you weren’t here. Why didn’t you answer when I called?"

After entering the room, his gaze didn’t stray; it stayed locked on Qin Ruan and never wandered towards the bookshelf.

This let Qin Ruan, who had been paying close attention to him, breathe a sigh of relief.

She lifted the pen in her hand and eagerly presented it to Huo Yunjiao, her voice calm and soft, "I came to get a gift for my brother."

Huo Yunjiao took the pen from her hand, his pale and slender fingers flipping it casually, treating it not as a world-class luxury, but as an ordinary object.

His deep-set eyes fixed on Qin Ruan, the tenderness almost spilling out, "Your big brother got tied up downstairs. Shall I give this to him later for you?"

"Sure—"

Qin Ruan didn’t care who delivered the gift. She was merely looking for an excuse to hide her sense of guilt.

Huo Yunjiao gently touched her makeup-free face, revealing a faint blue under her eyes, softly sighing with concern, "You still don’t look well. Do you want to come downstairs with me, or go back to your room to rest?"

Qin Ruan resisted the urge to shy away and obediently stood in place, her voice dry, "I’d like to rest for a bit."

She was aware that something was off with her condition, thoughts filled with anxiety and unease as she reflected on the extent of damage to the Buddha Beads, leaving no room to consider these things.

Right now, she just wanted to be alone, to go over all the information she had gathered from last night until now, trying to find a hint that could confirm her suspicions.

Huo Yunjiao withdrew his hand, indulgently saying, "Okay, I’ll take you back to your room."

He wrapped an arm around Qin Ruan’s slender shoulders, his other hand supporting her arm as they left the study.

After escorting her back to the bedroom, Huo Yunjiao turned to leave, but Qin Ruan lying on the bed caught hold of his sleeve.

He turned back, his eyes and voice filled with a gentle, warm smile, "What is it?"

Qin Ruan’s gaze no longer evaded, her eyes filled with affection looked deeply into Huo Yunjiao’s, her red lips parted slightly as she asked softly, "Third Master, did you marry me because you like me?"

Huo Yunjiao’s handsome face suddenly took on a look of surprise, his fingertips gently pinched Qin Ruan’s hand. He sat beside the bed, leaning over to place a soft kiss on the back of Qin Ruan’s tender hand.

He lifted his eyes, the peach-blossom eyes alluring and passionate, brimming with affection that could intoxicate.

He spoke in an incredibly serious and deep tone, "The thing I regret the least in my life is how our story began at the Imperial Court Hotel due to a twist of fate. The moment you burst into my world, our destinies were meant to be entwined for an eternity. At my age, speaking of liking seems too sentimental."

Huo Yunjiao pulled Qin Ruan into his arms, bending his head down to capture her slightly parted lips.

A murmur arose from where their lips met.

"Mrs. Huo, in this world, there is no one else who brings me more joy than you. You are my one and only, my everlasting devotion through countless lifetimes."

Not a word about love, yet every phrase spoke of profound affection.

In that instant, Qin Ruan felt as if her soul might leave her body. She saw the gentle smiling expression in the depths of Huo Yunjiao’s profound eyes up close, and didn’t know whose heart was beating so intensely, so clearly, each thump expressing excited emotions.

She did not dodge his kiss, instead actively deepening it, seeking the source of tranquility.

The sensation of warmth and coolness on her lips quickly heated up through their friction.

Qin Ruan stopped thinking about anything, tightly wrapping her arms around Huo Yunjiao’s waist, compliantly letting him lead.

And for her, only seeking that sense of belonging that calmed her heart—it came from the warm embrace of the Third Master.

Because his body temperature was naturally low, Huo Yunjiao’s breath was somewhat cool. Noticing Qin Ruan’s uneven breathing and fearing it would affect the child in her womb, he reluctantly, yet restrainedly, pulled away from the captivating red lips that had ensnared him.

"Baby, don’t torment yourself with thoughts. Life is so short, we should spend the rest of our days enjoying the warm glow of the Mortal World."

His tender call of "baby," filled with infinite compassion and tenderness, reverberated in Qin Ruan’s ears, intoxicating her heart.

Huo Yunjiao’s words of comfort were like an elixir to Qin Ruan, bringing a genuine, unforced smile to her face—a smile that was relaxed and radiant.

Her red lips curled up in delight, she nodded emphatically, "Yes—"

Life is but a few short decades, and if one keeps dwelling on the past of previous lives, wouldn’t one be forced to endure the agony of constant entanglement every day?

Moreover, these are just unverified speculations.

Suddenly, Qin Ruan felt relieved.

What she feared was not Huo Yunjiao’s concealment, nor the heart-wrenching separation in their dreams, but the fear that bearing children with him and even taking the step to marry him in this lifetime could all be part of a vengeful scheme.

She understood Mr. Huo; this man disdained deceit.

If he said that he married her because he liked her, then it must be true.

With that being the case, she had nothing else to worry about.

Huo Yunjiao naturally sensed the change in Qin Ruan’s mood. While he was still hesitant about how to suppress the memories she was on the verge of regaining, seeing her now unburdened, his heart couldn’t help but warm.

He ruffled Qin Ruan’s hair, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze, "Such a good girl."

The barriers disappeared after their simple exchange, leaving only sticky warmth and subtle flirtation.

Huo Yunjiao’s hand gently caressed Qin Ruan’s back, his movements soft and reassuring, stroke after stroke.

Qin Ruan nestled in his arms feeling somewhat embarrassed, inhaling his familiar cool scent, her restless heart soothed and sleepiness following.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Huo Yunjiao stopped his movements, carefully placing the evenly breathing and slumbering Qin Ruan onto the bed.

The warmth on his face faded, the humor in his eyes vanished, and his tense jawline gave him a colder, almost distant appearance.

His pale, attractive fingers caressed Qin Ruan’s cheek, a low murmur filled the quiet room.

"Aruan, can you always be this good?"

Qin Ruan did not hear, her expression relaxed as she slipped into sleep, her lips still curved in a faint smile from their previous conversation.