Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 392 Grandpa Jiao slowly lowered his head, lightly pecking at the corner of his eyes.

Chapter 392: Chapter 392 Grandpa Jiao slowly lowered his head, lightly pecking at the corner of his eyes.

Donald bowed respectfully to Marina and his clan, "Mother, I will return as soon as possible. The conflict between the Rasambo Blood Clan and the Ron Family cannot be without my presence."

With just a few words, they needed such an exaggerated sense of ceremony.

Qin Ruan found it very novel, causing her to ignore the medicinal soup that Huo Samye had fed her several times.

Samye who was again ignored spoke with a hint of helplessness, "Ruanruan?"

Qin Ruan regained her attention and drank the soup he brought to her lips.

After finishing their conversation, Marina and her son Donald left the Huo Family with their clanspeople.

The remaining Donald and Nicholas were the ones to see them off.

After they saw Marina off to her plane, they didn’t return to Samye’s small building but were led by Huo Chuan to another guest area to stay.

In the main hall.

After drinking the medicinal soup, Samye looked at the time and said to her, "Go upstairs and rest for a while. You’re looking really pale."

"Really?" Qin Ruan touched her face.

Samye reached out and touched her face, seriously saying, "I’ll arrange for someone to check you out in the afternoon, I’m a bit concerned."

He lowered his gaze, staring at Qin Ruan’s lower abdomen, and whispered softly, "Just now, there was also a bump in your abdomen."

"Really?" Qin Ruan’s eyes sparkled, thinking that it was the baby moving: "Is he really moving?"

Samye’s eyes showed a hint of helplessness, his tone was gentle and helpless: "Girl, you are less than three months pregnant, normally there shouldn’t be any signs of movement. We should be careful in all aspects, I’ll have someone do an examination for you this afternoon, we will stay at home, okay?"

When it comes down to the child, Qin Ruan will not refuse and smiles in agreement: "Either way, I have no objection."

Samye supported Qin Ruan at the waist and led her upstairs: "Go upstairs and rest first, take a nap. They will have arrived when you wake up."

"Mmm—"

Qin Ruan returned to her room and lay down on the bed, watching Samye leave the room.

She didn’t ask where he was going. Some things needed boundaries. Whether it was dependence or trust, they were going to spend a lifetime together. There was plenty of time to adjust.

Giving each other the necessary space was the most basic rule of survival.

Before going to sleep, Qin Ruan picked up her cell phone and found the hot searches related to Li Manning all removed.

What could be found were merely her reports on her participation in activities and promotions for her film and television works, as well as the news of her dying from a serious illness.

As for her father’s death and the subsequent accidents involving her studio staff, none of these could be found.

It was clear that someone was covering up, removing those weird and supernatural trending searches.

Qin Ruan frowned and opened the WeChat group. The group had already discussed this issue.

Through the chat records, Qin Ruan found out that during the major traffic accident on the way to pay their respects to Li Manning. The accident initially resulted in six deaths and three serious injuries among the members of Li Manning’s studio.

Not long ago, news erupted again that the three seriously injured members were declared dead by doctors shortly after reaching the hospital.

This news immediately caused a sensation.

Netizens started spreading spookier versions of the story. Just as the situation was becoming uncontrollable, all the supernatural content related to Li Manning was cleared and removed.

Qin Ruan put down her cell phone, frowning in deep thought.

What exactly did Li Manning want to do?

With so many people dying because of her, wasn’t she afraid that these souls entering the Netherworld would face punishment?

Eleven lives, almost enough to fill the Eighteen Layers of Hell.

Qin Ruan closed her eyes, falling asleep with doubts in her mind.

...

Downstairs.

Samye stood in front of the crystal coffin in the hall.

Qin Ruan was very interested in it, and before the Rasambo Blood Clan left, Samye had them leave the crystal coffin behind.

Truthfully, not only was Qin Ruan interested in this crystal coffin, Samye also felt a sense of familiarity with it.

He touched the underworld floral pattern on the crystal coffin and asked Huo Chuan who was standing beside him, "Huo Chuan, have you seen this crystal coffin before?"

Huo Chuan shook his head, "No, this is the first time I’ve seen it."

Samye’s voice was mixed with doubt, "Have you seen something similar?"

The more he looked at it, the more he felt a strange sense of familiarity with this crystal coffin. Yet no matter how he tried, he couldn’t remember where he’d seen it before.

Huo Chuan thought for a moment and replied, "There was something similar in a museum in Capital City, but compared to the Rasambo Family’s crystal coffin, it pales in comparison."

Samye knew about the crystal coffin he was referring to, but it couldn’t be compared with this one.

He slowly withdrew his hand and rubbed his fingers. In a deep voice, he ordered, "Move it to the basement."

Huo Chuan gestured to his subordinates. A group of people quickly moved the crystal coffin to the basement.

...

When Qin Ruan woke up in the afternoon, Samye was sitting next to her.

At this point, his eyes were lowered, and his slender fingers were swiping across the screen of his tablet, exuding an elegant charm of aristocracy.

Unaware that Qin Ruan had awakened, Samye’s gaze was fixed on the tablet. It seemed he had read something that displeased him. His handsome brows lightly furrowed and he slightly pursed his perfect, thin lips.

Even though he was in a displeased state, the slight purse of his lips still resembled a distant smile to others.

The Samye of Qin Ruan’s memory was often gentle and composed.

He always appeared modest and courteous, treating everyone with respect. It is only through genuine interaction with him that one can clearly see the distant disconnection he makes with others.

With his body slightly relaxed and leaning against the head of the bed, his attractive eyebrows and eyes, his well-shaped and slightly raised nose, and the cool arc formed by the corner of his lips were all clearly imprinted in Qin Ruan’s eyes.

Such a precious and elegant Samye, inexplicably imprinted in her eyes and in her heart.

The man who was as familiar as he was in the previous life, it was calming to just see him.

Qin Ruan touched the pillow and sighed softly in her heart.

How did she end up with such a demon? Every day when she woke up, she saw such a handsome, perfect face. When would she ever be immune to it?

Even the slightest movement from Qin Ruan attracted Samye’s attention.

Lowering his gaze, he saw that Qin Ruan had already opened her eyes. Her half-opened eyes revealed a slightly hazy glow, and her body emanated a somewhat tempting aura.

Her usually light-colored lips were slightly pursed, as if she were facing a difficult situation.

Samye knew that she must have been awake for a while now.

His handsome face softened and his distinct fingers moved towards Qin Ruan’s delicate chin, gently stroking it.

"When did you wake up? Why didn’t you make a sound?"

Qin Ruan closed her eyes, her voice lazy, "Just woke up, I’m still a bit drowsy."

She didn’t push away Samye’s hand, which was gently stroking her chin. She seemed to resemble a lazy cat, curling her body as if she was feeling insecure.

Samye’s gaze shifted to her curled-up body, his eyes darkened slightly, revealing a brief glint.

He asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Qin Ruan closed her eyes to rest, responding weakly, "No."

Her answer was quite perfunctory.

Hearing this, Samye just gave a gentle smile.

The hand he had on Qin Ruan’s chin, occasionally stroking it as if to comfort her, slowly moved up, his fingertips gently touching the corner of her eyes.

If Qin Ruan didn’t want to speak, he wouldn’t ask further.

Huo Yunjiao slowly lowered his head, planting a gentle kiss at the corner of the young girl’s eyes.