Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 161: How Heartbroken the Third Master must have been back then

Chapter 161: Chapter 161: How Heartbroken the Third Master must have been back then

There is a kind of sadness that is more despairing than heart-wrenching sobs.

Qin Ruan had once seen, in Huo Yunjiao’s tearless eyes and seemingly unmoving face, a sadness released from every inch of her body, from her very bones.

At that time, she was almost driven to tears.

If a puppet could shed tears, that is.

Qin Ruan still cannot fully understand.

How heartbroken Huo Yunjiao must have been then.

Meeting the man’s seeking gaze, Qin Ruan slowly lowered her eyebrows.

She was introspecting within herself.

Tonight, if the Hook Snake Changyuan and the female puppet were allies, the danger she and her unborn child could face was unimaginable.

"Think before you act." That’s her survival mantra in West City.

Perhaps her unique abilities acquired after reincarnation made her overconfident.

Huo Yunjiao, unaware of her self-reflection. Seeing her obedient with a touch of regret, his heart softened.

Why was this girl so sensible?

Being sensible to the point of being heartbreaking.

Master San couldn’t help himself, he leaned down towards Qin Ruan.

The shadow was closing in, and before Qin Ruan could lift her head, she was surrounded by a faint woody fragrance.

Huo Yunjiao bestowed a restrained and brief kiss on the crown of Qin Ruan’s head.

He held Qin Ruan in his arms once more, "Stop overthinking, we still have some distance to go home, close your eyes and rest a bit."

His bony hand, cooler than a normal human’s temperature, gently patted Qin Ruan’s back, in a manner somewhat reassuring.

Lazily leaning against Huo Yunjiao, she breathed in the increasingly familiar scent. She closed her eyes slowly, in a relaxed manner.

Whether animal or human, such openness and trust are only shown in the presence of a familiar person.

This was a side of Qin Xiaowu in West City that she had never shown to anyone else.

In their relationship, there wasn’t any deep emotional entanglement, but it felt as if they had lived together for years.

They had a certain understanding of each other.

...

Three extravagant, low-key vehicles sped along the wide road.

A few kilometers away from them, taxis were hustling in the dead of night.

The remote road was sparsely populated.

The gloomy road, under dim yellow street lights, appeared both eerie and obscure.

A woman in a dark blue dress was standing by the roadside, desperately hailing a taxi approaching from afar.

Seeing a potential customer, the taxi driver slowed down and stopped by the woman in blue.

"Miss, where are you headed to?"

The taxi driver who was about to go home seeing a woman alone at this late hour, had no guard up.

Noticing a man sitting in the car, the woman lowered her head nervously.

She said slowly, "Driver, I’m going to Gourmet Street in West City."

"That’s a bit far," the taxi driver hesitated.

He eyed the woman standing in front of the car. The woman, head bowed, was dressed like an office lady.

The woman seemed to be nervous, uneasily fiddling with her dress.

The taxi driver sighed, "I was about to go home, but considering it’s unsafe for a woman to be out this late, get in, I can give you a lift."

He knew the distance between East City to West City was quite far, and the round trip would take up a lot of time.

The woman sighed in relief and finally looked up.

She was very beautiful, ethereally so.

Such beauty was even more dazzling than those reigning queens and rising starlets on the big screen.

"Thank you, sir."

The woman walked to the back, opened the car door, and got in.

People are visual beings. When such a beauty smiles softly at you, any normal person would have a favorable impression.