Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 377: The Real Identity of Weed Father, The Seventh and Eighth Masters Show Up

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: The Real Identity of Weed Father, The Seventh and Eighth Masters Show Up

The underground chamber.

Master Huo lay on the comfortable bed, his whole body and even the vast bed were enveloped in golden light.

The handsome, fair complexion of his face had gradually regained its rosy shine.

The hand of the Master resting at the bedside moved slightly, showing signs of regaining consciousness.

At this moment, two figures appeared out of nowhere in the room.

The white and black envoys, who clearly told Qin Ruan they were returning to the Netherworld, appeared in this not too spacious but fully equipped room.

The Black Envoy, emanating an evil aura, approached the master. As he moved, the black evil aura dissipating from his body vanished. The Black Envoy stood by the bed like a normal person, looking down at the complicated aura entangling Master Huo.

The purple energy innate to the master tangled with the black evil, inseparable. The gold light emanating from the Buddha Beads he tightly held in his hand were supporting his draining vitality.

The Black Envoy, who is often casting a green glow on his pale face, revealed a solemn look: "Seventh brother, it’s been four years, six months, and eight days since we last came, hasn’t it?"

The White Envoy’s clear voice responded, correcting him: "It’s four years, six months, eight days, three hours, and fifty-three minutes."

The Black Envoy had a complex look on his face, staring at his old partner’s calm and detached, expressionless face, the corner of his lips slightly raised: "Let’s get to work."

The two envoys stepped into the golden light enveloping the Master. They formed hand seals and murmured incantations.

Whatever they did, the black evil aura surrounding the master seemed to meet its nemesis, it started to subtly recede, no longer entangling the innate purple energy within the master.

...

The next day.

Qin Ruan got up early in the morning, without time to dress up. She ran downstairs in her usual home clothes that matched Master Huo’s.

Huo Zhi was about to go upstairs to call Qin Ruan, but saw her nearly jumping down the stairs, even skipping two steps at a time.

Her heart was in her throat, she anxiously shouted: "Madam, please be careful!"

Qin Ruan wouldn’t slow down, her heart was completely on the Master.

Not waiting for her feet to land on the floor, Qin Ruan anxiously asked: "Where is Master? Has he appeared yet?!"

Her voice was filled with urgency and worry.

Huo Zhi’s usually expressionless face showed a faint smile, her lips slowly curved upwards, her beautiful eyebrows bending into a nice angle, making her appear almost unreal.

She made way for Qin Ruan, and raised her chin towards her, her voice crisp and joyful: "Madam, have a look."

When Qin Ruan looked up, she saw an assembled gathering in the living room.

Grandmaster Huo sat in the center of the hall, on his left and right were Huo Hongxing and Huo Junxin, followed by Huo Yirong.

In contrast, sitting opposite them, occupying a large empty space was a man with his back facing Qin Ruan, making it impossible for her to see his face.

The familiar silhouette, Qin Ruan recognized it with a single glance, it was Master Huo.

Master Huo sat on the sofa, his posture relaxed and lazy.

Suddenly, Master Huo slowly turned his head, revealing a face as handsome as a god, the unrestricted cold light in his mysterious eyes receded when he saw Qin Ruan.

A smile as warm as spring emerged on the corner of his sensual lips, diffusing a sense of charm and laziness from his body, blended with noble and natural aura.

At this moment, the frailty and paleness from yesterday were nowhere to be seen on Master Huo. His temperament was even more refined and gentle, full of the charm of a gentle and considerate noble son.

Master Huo squinted his deep eyes and beckoned to Qin Ruan, indulgently calling: "Girl, come here."

Apart from a smile, his eyes were full of compassion, as if they could encompass everything in the world.

Qin Ruan’s feet moved involuntarily, slowly heading towards Master Huo.

She neglected Grandmaster Huo, Father Huo, Big Brother Huo, and Huo Yirong who were watching her with surprise, comfort, or satisfaction.

Before Qin Ruan could reach Master Huo, Huo Qiang walked into the hall and quietly reported to Grandmaster Huo.

"Grandmaster, Miss Xiao Wenrou is here to visit."

The moment he spoke, everyone’s expression subtly changed. Qin Ruan stopped in her tracks, her joy over Master Huo waking up was disturbed.

Xiao Wenrou had just married into the Nangong Family yesterday, today she was visiting the Huo Family.

Qin Ruan recalled Xiao Wenrou’s deep affection for Master Huo yesterday, she wished she could stick to the Master all the time.

Grandmaster Huo chuckled: "Invite her in."

"Yes." Huo Qiang turned and left.

Father Huo watched Huo Qiang’s retreating figure, a hint of anticipation and satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

"It’s been a while since little Wenrou visited."

Huo Junxin, who’s always taciturn, also chimed in: "Indeed, it’s been awhile since she came looking for the third brother."

Huo Yirong lounged on the sofa, radiating a lazy aura, glanced at Master Huo and chuckled: "It’s obvious to all, she’s only here for the third brother."

Qin Ruan frowned slightly, unable to understand the drastic change in the Huo family’s attitude towards Xiao Wenrou.

They had always been indifferent to Xiao Wenrou, especially Huo Yirong, who totally despised her.

What could have happened to provoke such a strong change in their attitudes?

Soon, Qin Ruan saw Xiao Wenrou walked into the hall, filled with joy and escorted by Huo Qiang.

The moment Xiao Wenrou set foot in the living room, she only had eyes for the Master. She dashed towards him with a face full of coyness and affection.

"Third Brother--"

The way she addressed him was brimming with flirty coyness, oozing shy yet provocative intent.

A glint of danger flashed in Qin Ruan’s eyes, causing the atmosphere around her to become heavy and time to seemingly slow down.

Everything around her was unfamiliar, heightening her feelings of repulsion and disgust.

Huo Junxin had clearly seen her, yet his mind and eyes were filled only with Xiao Wenrou.

Xiao Wenrou was already Nangong Chang’s wife. Why would he let Xiao Wenrou hold his sleeve?

A vague pain spread through Qin Ruan’s heart. She raised her hand to her chest, feeling a pang of discomfort there.

It wasn’t heartache, just a bit of sadness and disappointment.

Something was not right; nothing was right.

The elder Mr. Huo gently asked Xiao Wenrou, "Wenrou, have you had dinner yet?"

Xiao Wenrou shook Huo Junxin’s sleeve, her face flushed as she coquettishly replied, "Not yet, I was hoping to dine together with you."

From Qin Ruan’s perspective, she could see how affectionate Huo Junxin’s gaze was when he looked at Xiao Wenrou.

His eyes were filled with love, as if Xiao Wenrou was the only presence in his existence, leaving no space for anyone else.

Qin Ruan felt as if her entire world after her rebirth was collapsing, creating an indescribable discomfort in her heart.

Huo Hongxing, Huo’s father, stood up and walked to Xiao Wenrou. His gaze was filled with satisfaction, similar to how one would look at a beloved daughter-in-law.

Huo Hongxing spoke with a very pleased smile, "Wenrou, your timing couldn’t be more perfect. We were just about to eat. Come, we have prepared your favorite dishes."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Xiao Wenrou stood up, holding Huo Junxin’s sleeve, and walked towards the dining room. From beginning to end, no one paid any attention to Qin Ruan.

She was like an invisible person, being completely ignored.

Even Huo Zhi, who had just been by Qin Ruan’s side, was now at Xiao Wenrou’s side, acting reverently toward her.

The group made their way to the dining room, the atmosphere felt unusually harmonious.

Suddenly, Huo Junxin turned around. His eyes now devoid of warmth and laughter, those stern eyes showcased a terrifyingly icy aura, like a predator eyeing its prey.

He lifted his hand, pointing at Qin Ruan, and emotionlessly asked, "Who is she, and why is she here?"

Everyone’s gazes instantly turned towards Qin Ruan. They observed her with suspicion, as if she were a dangerous stranger.

Huo Yirong’s cold, assessing gaze landed on Qin Ruan, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

A look of contempt surfaced on his face as he spoke, his voice low and threatening, "Yet another woman coming out of nowhere, trying to throw herself at my brother. I can’t believe how shameless some women are."

A hint of surprise flashed in Huo Junxin’s eyes, followed by a storm-like expression that bore down on Qin Ruan.

He examined Qin Ruan for a moment, his eyebrows knitted in a frown. With a stern voice, he said, "You should leave. We do not entertain guests at the Huo Family."

Qin Ruan felt breathless. Whether in her past life or current one, Huo Junxin had never behaved so indifferently toward her.

This isn’t right. Why had things changed the moment Xiao Wenrou appeared?

It hadn’t been long since she and Huo Junxin had married. How could he treat her with such disdain so quickly? It’s utterly absurd!

Qin Ruan laughed dismissively, ignoring the stinging pain in her heart. She attempted to quell the anger in her voice as she began, "Huo Junxin, I..."

Before she could finish, Xiao Wenrou interrupted,

"Didn’t you hear? He told you to leave!"

Like a beast guarding its food, Xiao Wenrou positioned herself protectively in front of Huo Junxin, her whole body emanating hostility towards Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan’s delicate face turned slightly cold, her eyes growing darker, and the air around her tinged with danger.

The indifferent attitudes of Huo Junxin and the others made her question if her rebirth was real. Was the marriage license she obtained with Huo Junxin, the gentleness and affection he showed her, all just a figment of her imagination?

Just as Qin Ruan was pondering over these questions, Huo Yirong ordered, "Huo Qiang, please escort the lady out. We can’t just let anyone walk in. Do all of you want to quit?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Huo Qiang walked quickly to Qin Ruan. His average-looking face was expressionless, his gaze filled with wariness as he looked at her.

"Miss, please leave."

Qin Ruan’s eyebrows knitted together. She looked at Huo Junxin in disbelief, waiting to gauge his reaction.

However, he had already entered the dining room with Xiao Wenrou. They looked like a matching pair from behind.

Her gaze dropped for a moment, then changed.

Something is wrong!

Qin Ruan noticed a small gap, just about a palm’s width, between Huo Junxin and Xiao Wenrou.

Despite appearing approachable, Huo Junxin had always been good at maintaining a distance with others and rarely allowed anyone to invade his personal space.

Recalling the previous scene, when Xiao Wenrou was unilaterally shaking his sleeve, Huo Junxin had not responded at all, and even casually pulled his sleeve out of her grip.

He had never kept such a distance with Qin Ruan before.

The attitudes of Elder Huo, Huo’s father, Huo Junxin, and Huo Yirong were unnervingly strange.

All of these indications hinted that everything happening right now was but an illusion.

"Miss, please leave!"

Seeing Qin Ruan’s lack of movement, Huo Qiang raised his voice once more.

The tone was stern, bearing a trace of a command.