Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1229: Little Princess Huo, Rolls Up Her Sleeves and Gets to Work

Chapter 1229: Chapter 1229: Little Princess Huo, Rolls Up Her Sleeves and Gets to Work

Time rewound to the present.

Tears streaming down her face, Qin Ruan gazed intently at the Blood Clan treasure on the table.

Inside the Red Blood Pearl were contained the grudges and malevolent spirits of her ten lives, whose ferocity and intensity were even more brutal than those of the nefarious Evil Puppets of Purgatory.

Upon seeing the tears running down Qin Ruan’s face, Fan Hangyi knew she had remembered all her memories and realized she was recalling their transaction between them.

He picked up the Blood Pearl and its box from the table and presented it to Qin Ruan, "Miss Aruan, I’m waiting for the day when you fulfill your promise."

Qin Ruan took over the dark red brocade box, clutching it tightly to her chest, and said hoarsely, "Of course, I dare not forget, thank you for the years of company and hard work."

Fan Hangyi chuckled gently, "As it should be, after all, I have desires of my own."

Since that day she had met Fan Hangyi, Qin Ruan finally ventured out, albeit to rather remote places.

She visited the locales where she had met the Emperor in her previous nine lives, and even made several trips to the ruins of the Daqian Dynasty and museums related to the dynasty, where looking at artifacts of that era reminded her of the happy times spent with Young Master Huo when she was still a fox.

Back then, she was naive and stupid, utterly clueless about the wickedness of the human heart, having endured all manner of hardships.

Qin Ruan was gone for many months and when she eventually returned to the Huo Mansion, Huo Yao and Huo Anqi were leading their little sister Anuan by the hand, standing excitedly at the door awaiting her return.

Were it not for the existence of the three children, Qin Ruan would have long since charged into the Netherworld’s Feidu City with the Blood Beads. But seeing the small stature of the three children, her heart grew soft beyond measure.

Dusty and weary from her journey, Qin Ruan strode forward and fiercely hugged the three children, whispering hoarsely, "Mommy won’t leave you, you must all grow up quickly."

Sixteen years flashed by in an instant.

At the old Huo Family Mansion,

A procession of luxurious, customized vehicles slowly made its way into the mansion.

The convoy stopped at a small building adorned with an ancient charm, from which descended two attractive young men with similar appearances and finely chiseled features.

Their almost ethereally beautiful faces, their gentle and refined air, and the quiet dignity about them were reminiscent of the late Mr. Huo the Third.

Both brothers possessed the same steadiness, elegance, and cunning found in their grandfather; every aspect of their looks reminiscent of the deceased.

Huo Yao, standing on the left, his fair face breaking into a mischievous grin, appeared somewhat rakish, his aura tending towards sophisticated casualness.

Huo Anqi, with his composed countenance, carried an air of dignified grace, creating a first impression of maturity and stability. His eyes, seemingly gentle yet sharp and profound, were the features that most resembled the late Mr. Huo the Third.

The brothers exchanged a glance, their similar handsome faces maintaining an air of nonchalance as they both stepped forth into the building with smiles tugging at the corners of their lips.

Before they even entered, they heard voices coming from inside.

"Mom, it was that chubby boy who started it; he was all handsy with me. Just giving him a beatdown was letting him off easy!"

A charming voice wafted from the living room, tinged with a hint of coquettish pleading.

Hearing these words, Huo Yao and Huo Anqi knew their sister had gotten into trouble again and was wrapped around their mother’s finger.

The brothers shared a look, a sense of helplessness flitting through their eyes.

Anuan might sound obedient, but her nature was far too lively, and the trouble she caused from a young age exceeded that of both her brothers combined.

In kindergarten, Anuan managed to fight with every classmate, leading others to suspect she had a penchant for violence from a young age.

It was later discovered that Anuan was truly too adorable, adored not only by adults but also by her classmates.

Liking her was one thing, but these little sprouts couldn’t keep their hands off Anuan, leaving her face pinched red. Naturally, the Little Princess would not stand for that.

At a young age, Anuan inherited Qin Ruan’s character. Knowing to roll up her sleeves and get to it whenever things didn’t go her way, she’d swing her little fists at anyone who crossed her, doling out a sound thrashing.

When Anuan began elementary school, it was even more incredible.

As the Little Princess of the Huo Family, her bad reputation preceded her. There weren’t many at school who dared to provoke her; almost everyone who did ended up beaten.

With no one to anger the Little Princess, she started to make her own fun, turning the campus into a gathering place for Puppet Souls. She orchestrated daily chaos, sending chickens flying and dogs jumping, and frightening off several teachers who quit in dismay.

From a young age, the Little Princess Anuan had inherited Qin Ruan’s abilities, her eyes able to see ghosts. She was a descendant of the Emperor of Feidu City and the Divine Clan’s Nine-tailed Fox from Tu Mountain, yet ironically, she had the constitution of a regular human.

With such a body, she inherited the Heavenly Eye, and it was uncertain whether this was a blessing or a curse.

This year, the sixteen-year-old Huo Little Princess was kneeling on the couch, clinging to Qin Ruan’s arm and gently shaking it, "Mom, don’t be angry anymore. I promise if anyone tries to touch me again, I won’t lift a hand. I’ll even greet them with a smile."

These words needed to be heard in reverse. The Little Princess loved this kind of talk the most.

Sixteen years had passed, and Qin Ruan’s appearance and fair, smooth skin had not changed in the slightest.

Still as stunning as before, she now carried a mature charm mixed with her ravishing beauty, her alluring eyes deeper and capable of capturing anyone’s soul. She still resembled the Qin Ruan who was personally brought into the Huo Mansion by Grandfather Huo.

After so many years, her beauty remained unchanged, still radiating a unique allure like that of a young girl.

Watching her daughter playfully clown around, Qin Ruan did not look on as tenderly and indulgently as before.

Her still eyes gazed solemnly toward the door as if waiting for something.

The figures of Huo Yao and Huo Anqi soon appeared in Qin Ruan’s sight. She straightened up and waved to the two children, "Ayao, Anqi, come and sit."

The two Huo family Crown Princes, summoned by her call, put away their aloof and ruthless facade for the outside world, walking to Qin Ruan’s side with a refined and gentle demeanor.

They affectionately addressed her with a respectful, "Mother—"

All their adoration was evident in their words.

Qin Ruan patted the seats beside her and smiled at them, "Sit down. I’ve called you away from school and the company today because there’s something I want to discuss with all three of you."

Huo Yao appeared carefree, embodying a dandy aristocrat’s charm, but in reality, he took over HEA Group from his second uncle Huo Yirong two years ago.

Huo Anqi occasionally helped out at the company, but he spent most of his time in the school laboratory focusing on his weapon research.

The Huo Family’s largest source of income was the business of HEA Group, and Anqi’s research was aimed in that direction. A significant majority of the recent hot-selling weapons orders were the result of Anqi’s research.

The two brothers obediently sat to Qin Ruan’s left.

Anuan, who was snuggling up to Qin Ruan’s arm on the right, greeted her brothers with a beaming smile, "Big brother, second brother."

Her sparkling, clear, fox-like eyes were the spitting image of Qin Ruan’s in her youth.

Huo Yao’s handsome face broke into a teasing smile, "Did Anuan stir up trouble again outside?"

Anuan pouted, dissatisfied, "No, I’ve been good."

As soon as she said this, it immediately drew chuckles from the two Crown Princes of the Huo Family, and even Qin Ruan couldn’t help but laugh.

She patted her daughter’s hand, who was on the verge of exasperation, and said to the three children, "Ayao and Anqi are adults now. I called you back today because there is something I need to tell you."

The three children instantly fell silent, their smiles vanishing as if they realized something, faces devoid of mirth.

Under their complex gazes, Qin Ruan took out the dark red brocade box given to her by Fan Hangyi years ago, and said with a calm demeanor, "I’m leaving to find your father."

Huo Anqi’s fingers tensed at his side, and with slightly pursed lips, he asked in a deep voice, "Mother, have you decided?"