Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 391 Grandpa Jiao: This little face is so pale, it really makes one’s heart ache

Chapter 391: Chapter 391 Grandpa Jiao: This little face is so pale, it really makes one’s heart ache

A look of difficulty crossed Qin Ruan’s face as she pursed her lips lightly.

She could understand Mariana’s feelings as a mother.

But that didn’t mean she would let her own child bear discomfort for the sake of the other woman’s son.

Every time she used the Nether Power exorbitantly, her child would directly react, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Seeing Qin Ruan in distress, the third master rose and approached.

He put his arm around Qin Ruan’s shoulder, pulling her into his embrace, offering her silent help.

Gazing at Marina and Donald with an unarguable mild look in his eyes, he said calmly, "My wife is not feeling well today, why don’t you two stay for now and continue once she feels better?"

Donald stated gravely, "We need to return to our country immediately. The Ron clan must pay in blood for what they did to the Rasambo!"

Every word, every character, was filled with hatred and murderous intent towards the Ron clan.

The third master slightly raised his thin, sensual lips, responding with a calm and steady voice, "That’s your concern. I can’t allow any mishaps to befall my wife."

Lowering his gaze to Qin Ruan’s rosy little face, he lamented with an expression of heartache, "Look at how pale her little face is, it’s really heartbreaking."

Nicholas, who was watching from the side, once again had his perception of the rumored decisive and ruthless third master refreshed.

This man was just like Huo Yirong, both dark-hearted through and through.

Qin Ruan felt warmed by the third master’s ready-made words.

She rubbed her belly in complete cooperation and said half-sulkily and half-reluctantly, "I do feel a bit uncomfortable, and I think I’m getting a bit hungry."

Upon hearing this, the third master immediately called for someone, "Huo Chuan!"

Huo Chuan, who had already been waiting at the side, promptly stepped forward.

With a faint smile playing at his eyes and brows, the third master held Qin Ruan’s hand and instructed Huo Chuan, "Bring my wife’s medicinal soup."

Huo Chuan complied and left.

The third master put his arm around Qin Ruan’s shoulder, turned, and left without so much as sparing a glance at the members of the Rasambo family standing behind him.

His posture was decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.

Seeing their stern attitude, Mariana and Donald knew they had little hope of having Qin Ruan lend a hand today.

They spoke quietly amongst themselves while the other members of the Blood Clan gathered around them.

Nicholas, the only idle person present, sat on the couch, glancing at Qin Ruan as she was tenderly fed soup by the third master.

His expression was a mix of admiration, sentiment, and indescribable envy.

That was how Qin Ruan tamed the Rasambo Family, earning their loyalty for two hundred years.

If the nobles in the US found out, it would create quite an uproar.

He could even picture those haughty nobles, stomping their feet in anger.

Pleased with his own imagination, Nicholas couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

At his laughter, all eyes in the hall turned to him.

Under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, Nicholas awkwardly scratched his nose.

He coughed lightly, waved his hand at everyone and said: "Just ignore me."

Was this an issue that could be overlooked?

While everyone waited in seriousness, his solitary laughter here could easily provoke public anger.

Donald’s cold eyes slightly narrowed, and he beckoned to Nicholas.

The latter’s face fell: "What’s wrong?"

Donald said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Thinking of the pain caused by Donald sucking his blood, Nicholas clenched his fists in refusal, "Say whatever you have to, I don’t want to move."

As he didn’t come, Donald strode towards him.

Nicholas swiftly rolled behind the sofa, "Hey, just talk, don’t use your hands!"

Donald instantly appeared in front of him, his azure eyes flashing red, "My mother will return home today, and the Rasambo Family will formally declare war against the Ron Family. I need the Bolin Family’s assistance."

The fear of Donald’s blood clan identity dissipated from Nicholas’s face. He looked cold and flatly rejected, "The Bolin Family has never confronted the Blood Clan or the Witch Clan directly, that’s a tradition inherited for many years, and it has never been broken."

"Then break it!"

Donald’s eyes suddenly glowed red, and the chilling aura around him enveloped Nicholas.

Nicholas remained unmoved, gritting his teeth, "Donald, you know it’s impossible, I won’t make the Bolin Family the public enemy of the wizards!"

Donald’s pale face twitched with anger, "And the Blood Clan?"

Nicholas widened his eyes, "What do you mean?"

"Aren’t you afraid that the Bolin Family will become the public enemy of the Blood Clan?"

As soon as Donald said this, a majestic voice came from behind, it was Mariana.

"Donald!"

Hearing his mother’s call, Donald looked back, and the cold light in his eyes dimmed.

Mariana shook her head at him, "Not necessary, us Rasambo’s are strong enough to confront the Ron Family."

Dangerous worrisome red light flickered in Donald’s eyes, "Mother, I’m worried for you."

A ferocious smile emerged on Mariana’s delicate face, her coarse voice cold, "What’s there to worry about? Hundreds of years ago, I spearheaded the battle. Let the Ron Family taste the Rasambo Family’s combat power once again!"

Her belligerence and killing intent that swirled around her was awe-inspiring.

Nicholas realized that if the Rasambo Family lost, his life might be in danger too.

He said softly, "The Bolin Family will not directly conflict with the Ron Family, but small actions can still be made behind the scenes, we have as many wizards as them in the US."

Donald looked back at him, calmed by his words, squinted his red eyes and asked, "What will you do?"

A cunning smile spread on Nicholas’s handsome face, "Create chaos, let them lose their focus, and you’ll handle the rest."

While Grandpa was feeding Qin Ruan soup, they conveniently eavesdropped on Nicholas’s discussion with the Rasambo Blood Clan on how to combat the Ron Family.

Half an hour later, they finally outlined a preliminary plan.

With the support of her clansmen, Mariana walked up to Qin Ruan, who was sitting in the center of the hall.

She elegantly made a small bow, her eyes radiating a faint red light as she looked at Qin Ruan, "Madam Huo, my son will stay in the Huo Family. I hope he can recover completely with your help."

Qin Ruan nodded in agreement and assured, "No problem."

Mariana lifted her slender neck, like a born queen, "In this battle against the Ron Family, I will make them proactively undo the witchcraft curse placed on the family elder."

Qin Ruan complimented with a smile, "I believe Queen Mariana will achieve what she wishes."

"Thank you for your blessing."

Mariana nodded slightly at Qin Ruan and then changed the subject, "Madam Huo, if we can’t get the Ron Family to undo the curse voluntarily, we might need your help."

Qin Ruan readily agreed, "No problem, but the timing has to be arranged by me."

"Thank you very much." Mariana again saluted Qin Ruan courteously.

She looked up at her son standing not far away, her tone slightly heavy, "Donald, my son, you are the heir to the Rasambo Family, our warrior, I look forward to your early return."