Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 246: Third Master’s Alluring Smile: Call me Husband (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 246: Chapter 246: Third Master’s Alluring Smile: Call me Husband (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Qiao Jiu, holding Qin Ruan’s hand, asked her mysteriously, "Sister Ruan, is he your husband? He’s so handsome! Absolutely stunning!"

Husband?

Hearing this unfamiliar word, Qin Ruan’s indifferent expression turned into a strange one.

To her, the concept of a husband was foreign and distant, almost unreal.

Besides, the title left her with an indescribable sense of shame.

She was convinced that Qiao Jiu’s words were heard by the gentleman sitting in the car behind them.

Unsure of how he would react, Qin Ruan dared not turn around.

She coughed lightly, telling Qiao Jiu, "He is the father of my child, I must go now."

With that said, she pulled her arm from Qiao Jiu’s grip, turned around and briskly walked to the car. She opened the door and got in.

From beginning to end, she dared not meet his gaze.

Terrified to see mockery in his eyes, or an expression that would set her heart racing.

It seemed he hadn’t noticed her unease. She nodded gently at Qiao Jiu standing outside the car and rolled up the window.

Unable to catch another glimpse of the handsome man, Qiao Jiu shrugged and went home.

She was leaving with her teacher soon and needed to pack.

Inside the car.

He placed the thermal mug he was holding onto Qin Ruan’s lap.

"The chef at home made soup. It’s light and suitable for you now; would you like to try it?"

As the thermal mug was placed in her lap, Qin Ruan’s nostrils twitched. She detected a faint yet enticing aroma of meat soup in the air.

The scent of the thick soup, mixed with a faint aroma of medicinal herbs, failed to allure her appetite.

Ever since she woke up, Qin Ruan had not been able to stomach anything.

Despite knowing the cooking skills of the Huo Family’s chef to be top-notch, she didn’t expect much and even felt slightly nauseous.

He failed to notice her lack of appetite.

Seeing Qin Ruan sitting motionless, he opened the lid of the thermal mug.

"The doctor said you are anemic because you had health problems as a child. The most effective way to restore your vitality is through dietary therapy.

From now on, you should drink a bowl of soup every morning, especially meat soup. It contains a lot of protein and fat. Now that you’re pregnant, drinking more soup will help your body absorb needed nutrients better."

In the face of Huo Yunjiao’s well-intentioned gesture, Qin Ruan indeed had no appetite, and even began to feel nauseous.

Furrowing her brow, she cast a wary glance at the thermos mug on her lap.

Finally noticing her discomfort, he stopped the motion of closing the thermal mug.

"What’s wrong? Doesn’t it suit your taste?"

Qin Ruan shook her head, looked up at him, and said bluntly, "Brother, I don’t have any appetite—I can’t eat."

As soon as the word ’brother’ came out, his heart blossomed with joy, making him feel as if he were walking on clouds.

Such a fragile little girl, looking at you pitifully, complaining to you in an offended tone, was a strange and novel experience for him.

He took the thermal mug from Qin Ruan’s lap, put it with the sealed lid onto the passenger side.

"Huo Chuan, put it away; don’t let Madam smell it."

"Yes, Sir!"

Huo Chuan sitting in the passenger seat gently sealed the lid, cutting off the fragrance of the meat soup.

He put the thermal mug into a delicate bag, moving slowly while a slight trace of regret could be seen.

To prepare this small pot of soup, he had instructed the kitchen to start early in the morning, adding medicinal ingredients from the prescriptions given by the doctor.

Simmered over a slow fire, with water added, and medicinal ingredients inserted at precise timings.

Unfortunately, Madam had no appetite today and did not even taste it.

Huo Chuan tied the thermal bag and sat upright, his eyes closed in meditation. Like a wooden figurine, he made no impression.

No longer being forced to drink soup, Qin Ruan breathed a sigh of relief.

She turned her head to look at the cars behind her. Huo Zhi, who was sitting in the driver’s seat of the car behind them, was clearly visible to her.

Qin Ruan turned around, and asked in confusion, "When did you arrive, Sir?"

Just as Huo Yunjiao was about to speak, he suddenly furrowed his brows, reaching out rapidly towards Qin Ruan.

He moved quickly, leaving no room for Qin Ruan to evade his touch.

Third Master’s slender fingers played with the shortened strands of hair by Qin Ruan’s ear, moisture clinging to his fingertips.

Qin Ruan’s hair was not completely dry, clearly she hadn’t dried her hair properly before leaving.

"It’s not been long."

Third Master stared at the neatly cut hair by Qin Ruan’s ear, a subtle change in his eyes, his tone implying insouciance.

Thinking back to Qin Ruan’s perfunctory acknowledgment just now, this time he wasn’t going to let her get away with it.

"Girl, now you call me Third Brother when you need something, and Third Master when you don’t. Should I call you pragmatic or cunning?"

Huo Yunjiao chuckled, retracting his hand from Qin Ruan’s hair.

He leisurely twirled his wet fingertips, his gaze slightly downcast, obscuring the expression in his eyes

From Qin Ruan’s point of view, she saw the slight curve of his smiling lips.

His smile was like a gentle spring breeze, illuminating his handsome face with a captivating charm.

Huo Yunjiao’s candid words made Qin Ruan’s face flush.

Undeniably, it was indeed the truth.

She found herself unable to refute it.

Because she was fully aware that Huo Yunjiao enjoyed hearing her call him Third Brother, but she had subconsciously called him that just now in order to avoid drinking soup.

She pursed her lips, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her eyes.

Huo Yunjiao’s gaze, as unfathomable as a deep abyss, shifted to the driver at the front.

"Drive, head back to Huo Mansion."

His words were cold, devoid of any emotions.

The driver acknowledged, quickly starting the car and drove off.

As the car slowly started moving, Huo Yunjiao leaned toward Qin Ruan.

Seeing Qin Ruan’s head nearly buried in her chest, he gently patted her head, soothingly saying, "There, there. I wasn’t blaming you for anything. Why are you getting upset?"

"I’m not."

Qin Ruan rebutted, she was not upset, just a bit awkward.

Just by the tone of her voice, one could tell she was upset.

Huo Yunjiao couldn’t help but laugh, poking her forehead lightly with his finger, "I’m just stating facts. You are quite cunning."

His movement was gentle and brief.

"I just forgot for a moment."

Qin Ruan stubbornly retorted. Even her words seemed to lack conviction, bearing the hint of guilt.

Third Master found her denial amusing, but his face didn’t reveal anything.

He even nodded in agreement, "Then don’t forget in the future, call me Third Brother."

"...Understood."

Qin Ruan’s voice was barely audible.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyebrows twitched slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes.

Just as Qin Ruan’s tensed body began to relax, he leaned in and casually drew her into his arms.

Leaning towards her ear, his voice husky, "Of course, if you’re not happy calling me Third Brother, feel free to change it."

"Huh?" Qin Ruan replied in confusion, turning to look at him.

She met a pair of eyes brimming with teasing smiles.

Third Master’s laugh was charming and seductive, and extremely tender, "Earlier, that girl said I was your husband. I guess she wasn’t wrong."

"!"

Qin Ruan opened her mouth, wanting to say something yet strange noises squeezed from her throat.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

In the end, choosing to close her mouth, not saying anything seemed to be the wisest decision.

No matter how she interpreted his words, Third Master was teasing her.

What a shocker!

Qin Ruan’s initial annoyance turned into various kinds of flustered feelings.