Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 287: Father and Son of Rong Family, a Branch of the Six Aristocratic Families

Chapter 287: Chapter 287: Father and Son of Rong Family, a Branch of the Six Aristocratic Families

"Bang! Crash!"

With a wave of Huo Chuan’s hand, he shattered the porcelain vase into many pieces.

Qin Ruan continued to walk around the living room, her steps seemingly leisure and relaxed, but actually solemn and restrained.

Activating the Heavenly Eye required using the Nether Power within her body, which would consume a significant amount of her energy.

Though Qin Ruan was of the Demi-God Body, due to her current pregnancy, she couldn’t keep the Heavenly Eye open for a long period.

Having found two more unclean items in the living room, Qin Ruan finally withdrew her Nether Power.

"Madam, the Third Master knows you are not at home and is asking about your whereabouts."

Just as Qin Ruan was preparing to go upstairs to find Rong Changting and Rong Jing, Huo Chuan moved forward to report.

A flicker of surprise passed through her eyes: "What time is it?"

"Seven o’clock."

Almost two hours had passed since their arrival.

Qin Ruan glanced at Huo Chuan and said, "Don’t tell the Third Master yet, I’ll tell him myself once I’m done."

Huo Yunjiao’s current physical condition was not suitable for this environment of surging Evil Qi. The negative energy entering his body would inevitably throw his already unstable fate into chaos.

"Yes!" Huo Chuan took a step back.

However, he thought to himself, it might be difficult to conceal anything from the Third Master in the Capital City.

The reason the Third Master asked about his wife’s whereabouts was merely a formality - he probably already knew where they were.

This was something that Huo Chuan would never say out loud.

He could not understand the relationship between his master and his master’s wife.

If he had to describe it, it was more like a parent and child relationship.

The Third Master’s attitude towards Madam was like a father spoiling a daughter. It was hard to see any ambiguity between them.

Qin Ruan went upstairs, following the aura of the father and son from the Rong family, and arrived at the opened door opposite the top of the stairs.

"Rong Jing?" She stood at the door and called out.

"In here!"

Rong Jing quickly responded from inside.

"May I come in?" Qin Ruan asked from the doorway.

"Come in, I’m helping my father dress his wound."

Rong Jing’s voice was hurried and contained a hint of panic.

Qin Ruan and Huo Chuan entered the bedroom one after the other.

The sight inside made Qin Ruan’s lips twitch, even Huo Chuan, who was standing behind her, could hardly bear to look straight at it.

Rong Jing was indeed dressing Rong Changting’s wound.

However, his ’masterpiece’ was so ugly that it was breathtaking.

Not to mention the horrible dressing, just looking at Rong Changting’s pained expression while gritting his teeth, didn’t Rong Jing realize it?

Looking at Rong Changting, who was pained but unable to reject his son’s concern, Qin Ruan reached out and touched her nose, suppressing her amusement.

She said to Huo Chuan: "Why don’t you go and help him?"

"Okay."

Huo Chuan couldn’t stand it any longer.

Rong Jing’s method could only cause more harm to his father.

Huchuan took over the gauze that Rong Jing was still trying to wrap around, and said in a deep voice, "You’ve wrapped this gauze too tightly, and it’s too thick. You’ve also taken the wrong medicine. This type of medicine left in the wound can cause it to deteriorate. Fetch some water, we need to clean the wound again and redress it."

"I’m on it!"

Rong Jing had been in a mess. Now that someone took over, he sighed in relief.

He rushed into the bathroom and quickly returned with a basin of clean water.

Huo Chuan quickly treated Rong Changting’s injuries, applying medicine and dressing them in one smooth series of actions. It took less than ten minutes to finish.

His actions were clearly those of a well-practised hand.

Rong Changting was slumped half on the bed, looking as if he had just taken a tour of the Ghost Gate again.

Qin Ruan leaned against a stylishly dark and unique wardrobe, looking down at Rong Changting who was sitting on the bed.

She told him about the items she had found in the house that carried the Evil Qi.

"Do you remember who gave you these things?"

With every item mentioned by Qin Ruan, Rong Changting’s face grew even paler.

All he could do was grit his teeth and say, "I remember."

How could he not? Over the past few months, his little mistress had been very proactive in giving him gifts. Each one, it turned out, was unclean.

These years, he had fulfilled all his obligations to her except for officially recognizing her as his wife. He had provided for her, and even showed her a bit of indulgence and affection, all in an attempt to make up for the security that a marriage certificate could not bring to her.

But he never expected that she would be after his life.

Rong Changting gripped his hand into a fist, his already pale face now turning a ghastly white.

Once Qin Ruan got the name of the person who gave the items from him, considering those items she found at home were not deadly, but could still harm someone’s life energy, she had a guess.

"You don’t believe in ghosts and gods. Does your mistress know that?"

"She does," Rong Changting nodded.

Qin Ruan: "If I’m not mistaken, those items were just small tricks meant to test if there was anyone around you who understands, and whether they could be detected.

Once they confirmed your ignorance, they then gave you the most lethal item, the watch. The aim was to kill you with one strike."

Rong Changting pressed his lips together, his eyes dropping to his empty wrist.

That watch had cost a lot of money, enough to cover his mistress’s living expenses for half a year.

Because she was so generous and attentive, he wore that watch every day.

Rong Changting’s thin lips opened slightly: "Indeed, among these items, the watch was the last one she gave me."

"That’s right, the other party must have prepared in advance. Looking at this series of calculations, they probably won’t give up easily. There should be a backup plan . Let’s wait, this is not over yet."

Qin Ruan crossed her arms, her voice cold and clear.

"Who can be so malicious!"

Rong Jing, who was on the side cleaning up the mess caused by the bandaging, asked through gritted teeth.

Qin Ruan raised an eyebrow slightly: "I don’t know who it is, but anyone capable of such underhanded tactics must have a deep feud with the Rong family."

Rong Changting shook his head in disagreement: "We just came to the Capital City over a decade ago. We don’t have any irreconcilable grudges with anyone. BUSINESSwise, there are quite a few rivals."

Qin Ruan mused: "Your surname is Rong, do you have any relation to the aristocratic Rong Family?"

Upon hearing this, Rong Changting showed an indescribable look on his face.

Rong Jing, on the other hand, was taken aback.

The four great families of the Capital City, the six aristocratic families, how could he not know?

The four great families were Huo, Long, Lu, and Gu, they were renowned families in the Capital City, with hundreds of years of heritage.

The six aristocratic families were Nangong, Su, Xiao, Gongsun, Ling, and the Rong family.

Rong Jing had never thought that they would have any relation to the Rong family of the aristocratic families.

Looking at his father’s complex expression, it seemed like there was something he didn’t know.

After a good while, Rong Changting nodded at Qin Ruan lightly.

"Yes, we are a branch of the aristocratic Rong Family in the Capital City."

Qin Ruan gave an audible sigh: "No wonder you have a Guardian Spirit."

Everything seemed to fall into place.

If he had the bloodline of an aristocratic family, it would make sense for Rong Changting to have a Guardian Spirit.

"Dad, you’ve kept me in the dark for so long. If I had known our relationship with the Rong Family earlier, I wouldn’t have been putting on an act all these years."

Rong Jing looked particularly aggrieved and wronged.