Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 318 Qin Ruan: Cheap and unaware of it, really pretentious.

Chapter 318: Chapter 318 Qin Ruan: Cheap and unaware of it, really pretentious.

Even though they hadn’t awakened to spiritual wisdom, Han Xian and Han Kexin set their sights on Qin Ruan.

They tried to get closer to Qin Ruan, but no matter what they did, they couldn’t cross the bed.

Due to this, Han Xian’s face pale white face began to contort, her body quickly separated from top to bottom, leaving behind her lower half severed at the waist.

Her severed upper body fell onto the floor, with her intestines falling out from her stomach, the fresh red blood smeared all over the ground, her height almost even with the bed in front of her.

Han Xian reached for the edge of the bed, trying to crawl up, but no matter what she tried, she couldn’t succeed.

Han Kexin, who was floating next to her, had something flickering in her dull eyes.

She lowered her head rigidly, looking at her mother who was struggling over and over again at the edge of the bed, then lifted her gaze, staring at Qin Ruan, who was deep asleep on the bed.

Her blank expression gained a few more facets, as if showing the signs of awakening spiritual wisdom.

After a while, Han Kexin’s spirit body floated towards the head of the bed.

She slowly squatted, leveling with Qin Ruan who was sleeping on the bed.

Her blood-red eyes were urged into staring at the person on the bed, unmoving and terrifying.

If it were an ordinary person who woke up to eyes as sinister as these, they would probably be directly frightened away.

The sleeping Qin Ruan had no defense.

Suddenly, she moved in her sleep and turned her body to face the other side.

Han Kexin tilted her head, her face blank and confused, her eyes darting around in her eye sockets.

Like an old woman at sunset, she slowly floated again, circling around the foot of the bed to face Qin Ruan.

Just as before, she laid at the edge of the bed, face to face with the sleeping Qin Ruan.

Her blood-red eyes stared motionlessly at Qin Ruan, at her flawlessly tender face, serious and persistent, with a hint of obsession.

Qin Ruan abruptly opened her eyes, her pupils showing a stroke of clarity.

With her sinister gaze, Han Kexin took on an even more terrifying appearance.

Qin Ruan gritted her teeth and coldly said, "Enough is enough!"

Whenever Han Xian and Han Kexin tried to approach her, the evil Qi within their bodies would alert her.

This was an innate vigilance from her Semi-God Body, and because of this mother and daughter’s antics, she couldn’t get a good night’s sleep.

Qin Ruan sat up on her bed, waving her hand.

A faint golden light appeared, transforming into a whip, and in an instant, tightly bound Han Kexin.

Seeing this, Han Xian at the foot of the bed hurriedly floated over.

She forgot about her lower half which she had abandoned outside the window, her intestines spilling out from her stomach and the endless flow of blood, all gushing out from the wound.

Qin Ruan frowned, waved her hand and the golden whip binding Han Kexin, also bound Han Xian.

Seeing the two restless souls being restrained, Qin Ruan waved her hand and the conscious golden whip dragged the mother and daughter duo into the corner.

Qin Ruan disregarded the horrifying lower half left at the foot of the bed, just lying back down again.

She tugged the thin quilt over her, closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.

She couldn’t help but sigh in her heart, the night had indeed been quite restless.

How could Han Xian and Han Kexin, bound in the corner, remain indifferent?

They started struggling forcefully.

Yet the more they struggled, the tighter the thing that bound them became.

By the time dawn was near, their waists were only the size of a bowl due to the tight binding by the golden whip.

Even then, they kept struggling.

Soul bodies without spiritual wisdom were even worse than a three-year-old child, they were incapable of thinking.

...

"Qin Ruan, you harlot! Get up, you wretch!"

"Wretch! What have you done to us? Wretch! Qin Ruan, you’re nothing but a wretch!"

"Wake the hell up, stop pretending, what gives you the right to tie us up?"

"Who do you think you are? I’m not the same person I used to be, what gives you the right to tie us up!"

"Qin Ruan, you wretch, wake up! Damn you, wretch! You’re just a trashed plaything! Wake the hell up..."

The one lying in bed, Qin Ruan, was awakened by the noisy cackling sound like ducks.

"So noisy!"

She rolled over under the blanket on the bed and, opening her sleepy eyes slowly, looked towards the source of the noise.

Han Xian and her daughter Han Kexin are tied up in the corner with a golden whip, their faces distorted with anger as they fixed their hateful gazes on her.

As if she was the one who had killed them.

Qin Ruan slowly closed her eyes, frowning in displeasure.

The feeling of being woken up by someone is different from waking up naturally.

When you wake up naturally, your body feels extremely comfortable and psychologically you feel great.

At this moment, Qin Ruan was feeling somewhat irritated.

Seeing that she was ignoring them and closing her eyes again, Han Kexin became angry: "Wretch, since you’re awake, hurry up and untie us!"

Qin Ruan sat up, dragging her tired body that still wanted to stay in bed, her gaze coldly fixated on Han Kexin.

"You keep calling me a wretch, who taught you that? You’re a wretch and you don’t even realize it, you really are pretentious."

"Who are you scolding?!"

Han Kexin widened her eyes, her face angrily distorted and the hatred in her eyes was impossible to hide.

She felt extremely wronged inside, just how did she get tied up by Qin Ruan?

She doesn’t know what happened before, but when she woke up, she and her mother were tied up here.

Han Xian’s face was not looking too good either. Faking her once aristocratic elegance, she softly persuaded Qin Ruan: "Ruanruan, you can let us go, you know this is illegal."

"..." This time it was Qin Ruan who was puzzled.

These two people seem to have lost their memory, they’re dead for fuck’s sake, yet still concerned about mortal laws.

What made Qin Ruan sick to her stomach more than their confusion was Han Xian’s way of addressing her.

She barked in a frosty tone: "Don’t call me Ruanruan, it’s disgusting!"

Han Xian’s face darkened instantly: "What are you trying to do tying us up here in the Qin’s house? Wasn’t it you who personally drove me out? Do you regret it now and want me to come back?"

She was unaware of the situation with the Tang family, or that her actions with Qin Anmin had been exposed to the public.

Qin Ruan looked at her with pity in her eyes, her tone mocking and disdainful: "Just take a look at your current situation, use your head before you talk to me."

She got off the bed, put on her house slippers, and poured herself a cup of warm water to drink.

"Ah!!!"

"Mom, what’s going on, why is our waist so thin?"

Before this Han Kexin and Han Xian only thought they were being tied up and when they saw Qin Ruan sleeping peacefully on the bed, they exploded with rage instantly, never batting an eye to observe their own condition.

But now, reminded by Qin Ruan, they looked at their own waists, cinched to the bizarre size of a cup opening, they nearly fainted from shock.

Han Xian was also greatly startled: "What... what on earth happened?"

Qin Ruan, holding her empty cup and leaning against the decoration cabinet not far away, answered with a laugh: "You’re both dead."

Han Kexin retorted, full of rage: "You’re talking nonsense!"

Qin Ruan put down the cup in her hand, pointing at the overly slender waist of the mother-daughter duo: "Can a normal human body be cinched to this shape?"

"What exactly did you do to me?"

Han Xian also realized the seriousness of the situation, her eyes were full of panic.

Qin Ruan looked at her unscathed lower body. The fusion of the soul and body was intact, with no sign of injury visible.