Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 243 Changyuan: Exerting Authority and Enjoying Privileges over the Master’s Head

Chapter 243: Chapter 243 Changyuan: Exerting Authority and Enjoying Privileges over the Master’s Head

Su Zijia was tongue-tied, unable to meet Qin Ruan’s gaze, a momentary look of distraction on his face.

Qin Ruan: "It’s not that you didn’t notice Mu Qing’s change. You merely embellished her into the beautiful image in your mind to satisfy your spiritual needs. You both have no one to blame but yourselves for the outcome. You’ve constantly indulged her, leading to her increasing greed. She wanted more from you, even went after what you gained by sacrificing your body, bones, dignity - a brilliant facade concealing a filthy abyss. This is your doing, isn’t it?"

Su Zijia’s expression was one of astonishment, plastered across his stunned face.

Qin Ruan: "I’ll take you down now. Maybe you can still see Mu Qing. The Hook Snake’s poison in her body, I’m afraid she won’t last long."

Su Zijia stared directly at Qin Ruan, his eyes filled with a dead calm.

He asked, "What will happen to her?"

"Escaping any layer of the Eighteen Levels of Hell will be impossible. Even reincarnation will not allow her to become human again."

Qin Ruan’s tone was calm, cold, stating the facts.

Su Zijia’s eyebrows furrowed; his expression resembled a sorrowful cry.

"Let’s go, let’s go. It’s high time!"

He turned and looked out of the living room’s floor-to-ceiling window, full of sadness.

The faint yellow street lights were sprinkled in the courtyard in the darkness.

Once, his sister was his guiding light, illuminating his path in the dark. But now, she was unrecognizable.

In an instant, Su Zijia’s spirit underwent a transformation, reverting to the sophisticated and composed form he had when he first revealed himself, radiating a unique beauty all through his being.

Every movement he made carried an allure even more mesmerizing than a woman’s.

With his back to everyone, Su Zijia lifted his hand, his fingers curled in an elegant gesture.

His waist, adorned in a blue cheongsam, tilted slightly and his mouth spewed forth familiar lines from a play.

"The multitude of flowers all bloom, yet end up in ruined wells and decayed walls. Why must the good times pass? Joyful things, in whose courtyard are they found?"

His voice was filled with sorrow, clear and resonant, the echo reverberating through the room.

Yet it was laden with profound sadness and loneliness.

The grace of Su Zijia’s movements was visually pleasing.

However, the overwhelming sorrow emanating from him was too much to bear.

"Morning flies, evening rolls, cloud cliffs green bcottage, rain silk and wind pieces, a painting of a smoke-wave boat."

"The people behind the brocade screen deem this good time cheap..."

As his words ended, he slowly turned around, pulling back his elegantly held fingers.

His eyes, filled with the void of desolation, scanned every person present, a goodbye seemingly mixed with a sense of reluctance.

Qin Ruan averted her gaze, unable to bear the weight of his eyes.

Su Zijia asked her if she ever met light.

In fact, she had.

Third Master was the light that shined on her path.

She would never walk the same path as Mu Qing and Su Zijia.

Honesty is crucial between them.

Su Zijia stood straight, his thin lips curved into an emotionless arc.

He smiled and asked, "Do you find my singing pleasant?"

"Not bad."

The one who responded was Qiao Nanyuan.

Su Zijia’s eyes curved in response, not a hint of a smile in them.

"This was all taught to me by Qingqing. She was always afraid that I wouldn’t be able to fool the wealthy businessmen and young masters, she insisted on teaching me, and it turned out to be really useful, helped me fool them several times."

Lowering his eyes, Su Zijia gracefully adjusted his cheongsam.

Every movement, every gesture of his was elegant. Even his gaze.

This was an inherent charm that no one could take away, nor bestow upon him.

This was something he picked up from dealing day in and day out with wealthy businessmen, magnates, and young masters, acting as Mu Qing’s stand-in. It had carved itself deep into him, impossible to be erased.​​​​

With a choked voice, Su Zijia slowly started, "In my lifetime, I’ve been in a daze for half of it. Qingqing was once the only thing in this world I was attached to. I would give up anything for her."

Qin Ruan’s red lips slightly opened, sounding out coldly, "Ignorance!"

Su Zijia was undeterred, continuing, "When I was helping Qingqing deal with those affluent and noble sons, I met people who were well-educated and harbored great aspirations. They were willing to give their lives for tens of thousands of their kin, dying a heroic death. Influenced by them, I embarked on a path that disregarded life and death. It was then that I realized living could be so meaningful. It’s truly a pity that I never got to see that road to freedom, built with countless tears and blood."

Qin Ruan’s tone was a lot more gentle this time, "What you’ve seen is exactly what our ancestors would have wanted, they will forever be remembered."

Su Zijia nodded, in total agreement, "Yeah, they were so brave, fearless, everything they’ve hoped for has now been achieved."

Qin Ruan asked, "What about you? Besides Mu Qing, what do you yearn for at the bottom of your heart?"

Su Zijia took a moment before answering.

"Home, a place where I can stop, not having to worry about where to go."

He was like a rootless man, with no place to call home. After meeting Mu Qing, he felt the warmth of this world’s sunlight, and he became greedy for it.

For this light, he stepped from one pit into an abyss that was so deep, he couldn’t see the bottom. He felt uneasy, fearful, the torment when the night was quiet had long since eroded his sense of self.

The only bold and correct thing that Su Zijia had done in his life was to come into contact with another world. From there, no impurity was mixed.

They gave their lives wholeheartedly.

That was like a big family made up of countless people casting their hopes, seemingly shrouded under dark clouds.

"You will have it!"

Qin Ruan’s voice was icy cold, and serious.

It was like a promise.

As soon as her words ended, the big living room plunged back into darkness.

"Su Zijia, it’s time for you to leave." Qin Ruan’s icy voice came back.

"The multitude of flowers all bloom, yet end up in ruined wells and decayed walls, the good times why must they pass..."

Su Zijia started singing again.

His voice gradually became distant, until it could no longer be heard.

When the light in the living room returned, Qin Ruan turned to face Lun Wenbin, Qiao Nanyuan, and Changyuan.

Changyuan complained to Qin Ruan: "You sent away my chat companion, now I don’t even have someone to talk to."

So, he was protecting Su Zijia just to have someone to talk to?

Qin Ruan suppressed her urge to roll her eyes: "Su Zijia is not human."

Changyuan looked wronged: "But he could talk to me."

"So can Xia Yunchen."

"The Family Head is afraid of me."

"You can’t make him afraid of you forever."

Changyuan frowned, not understanding the meaning of Qin Ruan’s words.

"The shadow in your Family Head’s heart will eventually be dispelled. Are you planning to guard him like this for a lifetime, never letting him know of your existence?"

"Or else what?"

"Help him overcome his psychological fear and completely eliminate his fear of snakes."

"That’s easier said than done. Just seeing the hair of that female puppet that resembled a snake, the Family Head fainted!"

Changyuan clenched his teeth, an unconscious frustration in his tone.

He had no idea why his master was so afraid of snakes.

He should know that in the past, regardless of where his master went, he liked to take him along, coiling him around his wrist and waist.

He even let him enjoy the prestige of being on his master’s head several times.