Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 353 - Uncle Jiao Gets Angry: How Can There Be Broken Promises If I Never Interfered

Chapter 353: Chapter 353 - Uncle Jiao Gets Angry: How Can There Be Broken Promises If I Never Interfered

Grandfather sits up and turns on the bedside lamp.

Seeing Qin Ruan frowning, he reaches out to lift her up and hold her in his arms.

His steady hand gently pats Qin Ruan’s back, softly soothing her, "Don’t be scared, it’s all right. I’ll have someone inform them to be quieter."

Qin Ruan’s hand is on his shoulder; she shakes her head, "No need, I wasn’t scared. I was about to fall asleep and the sudden scream just startled me."

"I know, Ruanruan is the best."

Grandfather gingerly moves Qin Ruan’s head, letting her lean against his shoulder.

From an angle unseen by Qin Ruan, his handsome face wears a trace of impatience, his eyes full of a ruthless and dangerous glint.

He reaches over and presses a button near the bed. Shortly afterward, there’s a knock at the door.

"Grandfather?"

Huo Zhi enters the room, noticing the close posture between Grandfather and Madam.

In a calm voice, Grandfather instructs, "Go and check what’s happening with Nicholas. Tell them to keep the noise down."

"Yes--"

Huo Zhi bows his head respectfully and leaves, gently closing the door behind him.

Qin Ruan is perched on Grandfather’s shoulder, with all her sleepiness now gone.

She relaxes her body, rubbing her jaw gently against his shoulder, proposing, "How about we go and take a look?"

This time, Grandfather dismisses her proposal outright, "No need, they’d just pester you again."

By ’they’, he is referring to Nicholas and Leslie, who are convinced that Qin Ruan can save them.

Qin Ruan is not greatly disappointed, she’s merely restless and a bit bored now.

Just because they aren’t going to intervene, doesn’t mean others won’t.

Grandfather holds Qin Ruan, their bodies in close contact, the scent of her wafting into his nostrils.

In the deep of the night, the two’s breaths intertwine amidst the silence of their room, casting the air with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Grandfather starts to feel restless, and Qin Ruan too recognizes their position as somewhat too intimate.

At this moment, Donald appears out of thin air.

He stands tall, his handsome features illuminated by a hard and handsome face.

His deep, blood-red eyes focus intently on the two huddled together in the room.

Donald, with his icy voice, exclaims, "You’ve broken your promise!"

Charging in with accusations, it’s clear that he’s come here furious.

Grandfather pulls a thin blanket from the side, draping it over Qin Ruan, his eyes watching Donald coldly, his handsome, composed face even more dangerous-looking than the other’s.

"The Rasambo Family fancy themselves as representatives of nobility, where are your manners and upbringing?!"

Donald’s eyes are filled with viciousness, his bloodshot gaze sweeping across Grandfather and Qin Ruan, "You two are the first to break your word!"

Grandfather scoffs coldly, deriding, "We’ve never interfered, so what promise is there to break?"

Donald reveals his sharp teeth, snarling at Grandfather, "Leslie is threatening me with the child in her belly. You told her she was carrying the successor of the Rasambo family!"

Qin Ruan turns around, frowning in displeasure, "You never said we couldn’t tell her."

Leslie may have manipulated Donald first, but Donald is no better.

This fellow was clearly eyeing Leslie, or rather, Nicholas, from the beginning.

If the Rasambo Family’s Vampire King was unwilling, who could force him?

The Bolin Family’s wizard could kill him, but it would be because the other was turning a blind eye, as for the reason why, Qin Ruan doesn’t know.

But she deduced there was something wrong with the whole situation through everything that happened to Leslie.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

While the three are confront each other inside the room, the door is knocked on frantically from the outside.

"Grandfather and Madam are resting, please leave!"

Huo Zhi’s icy tone rings out from behind the door.

"Move out of the way!" Leslie’s anxious voice follows.

Donald, Qin Ruan, and the third master all turned their gazes towards the door.

Noises of a fight quickly arose from outside.

"BANG!"

After a while, the door was forcefully kicked open and, Huo Zhi had failed to guard the entrance.

Leslie, leading the wizards from the Bolin family, burst into the room.

Huo Zhi, failing to guard the door, entered the room in disarray, the folds and creases on her clothes showing evidence of a previous fight outside.

She stood at the doorway, single-kneeling in the direction of the third master Huo and Qin Ruan.

Head downcast, she tremulously said, "I failed in my duties, please punish me, third master."

"Can’t you see what’s going on here, get out!"

Huo Yirong came in through the door behind her, coldly glaring at Huo Zhi kneeling on the ground.

Just as he was about to kick her out, Qin Ruan acted swiftly. The Nether Power he wielded thrust Huo Zhi out of the door.

The elder Huo was left kicking at thin air, nearly falling to the ground.

Realizing something was wrong, Huo Zhi quickly stood up to stabilize him.

"Get out!"

The elder Huo, unappreciative, forcefully pushed her out of the room.

Huo Zhi fell onto Huo Qiang’s firm frame. Seeing the door close from the inside by elder Huo, she hurriedly tried to get back in.

Huo Qiang held her back, sighing lowly, "Don’t go in there, the second master is trying to protect you."

"What happened?"

Huo Zhi turned around, her expression anxious and confused.

Their master was protecting them – an indication of the seriousness of the matter.

Huo Qiang solemnly admitted, "Half of the Bolin family’s wizards are dead."

"Half?!" Huo Zhi was shocked.

After all, when Nicholas and Leslie arrived, they had brought twenty to thirty wizards with them, all of them were the top talents in their family.

Huo Qiang: "We should wait and see. The second master has ordered that without his instruction, no one should enter."

"Let me in!"

A weak pleading voice came from behind.

Huo Qiang and Huo Zhi turned around to see Nicholas, supported by Huo Chuan, weakly walking towards them.

The Bolin family’s young master looked even more pitiful than the word itself could describe.

His face paler than it was in daylight, his body covered in blood, all of it bleeding out from two punctures on his neck.

Huo Chuan, having heard the conversation between the two old partners, shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Should we let this guy in?"

Huo Qiang frowned, "The second master only ordered us to stand by. He didn’t say anything about other people."

Huo Chuan stared at the lifeless Nicholas beside him, his tone indifferent, "Young Master Nicholas also heard it, the second master ordered us not to go in. If you want to go in, it seems you will have to rely on yourself."

Nicholas, clutching the still-bleeding wound on his neck, detached himself from Huo Chuan’s assistance, weakly stating, "I’ll go in by myself."

"I’d better help you to get there."

Huo Chuan kindly helped him to the door, then stepped back.

Nicholas pushed open the door in front of him, the scene inside the room appearing before his eyes.

His sister was being gripped tightly by the throat by Donald, her face turning purple, close to suffocating.

"Let go of Leslie!"

Nicholas rushed to Donald, disregardful of the wound on his own neck, and forcefully tried to pry off the hand choking Leslie’s neck.

A tempting, sweet scent of blood surged into Donald’s nostrils.

He closed his eyes, deeply inhaling the sweet, bloody aroma filling the air.

Donald’s handsome face revealed an expression of enjoyment, a look of intoxication that was enough to send a shiver down anyone’s spine.