Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 408: Huo Yirong’s Threat: Want to Hear Sister Calling Jiaojiao

Chapter 408: Chapter 408: Huo Yirong’s Threat: Want to Hear Sister Calling Jiaojiao

Lin Hao lost his balance and knelt on one knee. Before he could stabilize himself, he was kicked back down again.

Huo Yirong’s leather-shod foot was on Lin Hao’s head, crushing half of his face.

His voice was chill, filled with bloodthirstiness: "You ignorant idiot, dare to lay your hand on me in this place? Done with living, are you?"

Committing outrage in Huo’s territory, it was clear the man was hell-bent on a quick death.

Lin Hao clenched his teeth, not uttering a word, as if he were mute.

As Huo Yirong increased his pressure, fresh blood streamed from the corner of Lin Hao’s mouth, his resolute expression was beyond comprehension.

Seeing that he didn’t make a sound, Huo Yirong retracted his foot, his tone sarcastic, "Quite the tough guy."

Without delay, Huo Qiang moved forward, pressing down on Lin Hao to prevent him from attacking his master.

Huo Yirong dusted off his immaculate suit of his nonexistent lint, showing no trace of his earlier anger.

He looked towards Huo Yunjiao, who was leaning against the door, sneeringly asked, "Third Brother, what does the Su family intend to do?"

"I don’t know."

Third Master’s voice was clear and gentle, like the comforting breeze of the night, infused with a touch of laziness.

Huo Yirong frowned, "Has the Su family become desperate?"

Lately, the Huo’s Family had repeatedly intervened in the numerous schemes of the Nangong and Su families. It seemed the Su family was on the boil, event attempting a desperate uprising.

Third Master shot a cold glance at Lin Hao, "No, they don’t have the guts yet."

Huo Yirong walked towards him, nonchalantly asked, "Then, is this a feeler?"

Third Master didn’t reply, tacitly accepting his analysis.

Keeping a firm grip on the struggling Lin Hao, Huo Qiang inquired, "Second Master, Third Master, what shall we do with this man?"

Third Master’s thin lips barely moved, a sharp glint flickering in the depths of his eyes.

The sudden appearance of Lin Hao, a poor wretch discarded by the Su family, was barely an issue.

Concerning the Su family, he could not quite decipher their scheme.

Huo Yirong hooked a cruel, cold smirk on his lips, "The garden’s been lacking manure in the recent years. Even as a throwaway pawn, he should still be put to its final use."

Huo Qiang nodded slightly, shooting a glance towards the man standing next to Second Master.

Third Master waved his hand to him, "Just act as usual."

"Yes..."

Huo Qiang dragged the no longer resisting Lin Hao away, followed by two hidden guards of the Huo family.

The silhouettes of the group began to fade into the dark.

Huo Yirong and Third Master went back into their rooms.

For them, Lin Hao was irrelevant and wouldn’t create any significant ripples in their hearts.

"Little sister hasn’t returned yet?" As Huo Yirong walked into the living room and noticing the absence of Huo Zhi and Huo Chuan, he guessed that Qin Ruan hadn’t come back yet.

"She called earlier, said she’s on the way."

Third Master walked to the nearby wine cabinet, taking a bottle of unmarked red wine from the glass cabinet.

He raised the wine bottle towards Huo Yirong, "Second Brother, care for a drink?"

Huo Yirong raised an eyebrow and with a teasing smile on his face, laughing said, "Jiaojiao, you’re becoming quite lawless. I can’t remember the last time I saw you drink."

Third Master lightly furrowed his eyebrows, a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, "Stop calling me that."

He could still tolerate it a bit when the old man called him Jiaojiao; as long as the elders were happy.

But it always annoyed him when others called him that.

Jiaojiao, that name sounded like a pet name for a woman.

Huo Yirong shook his head, "When you were young, I could call you Jiaojiao and you’d even respond with a solemn face. Now I don’t even expect a response from you, but I can’t even call you by the name?"

Standing in front of a bar which was comparable to an actual one, Third Master poured two glasses of red wine.

He picked up one, took a small sip.

This wine was brewed by the Huo’s family winery and was not for sale.

Or rather, none of the wines brewed by the Huo’s family winery were for sale.

During festivals, various fine wines brewed by the Huo’s family winery would be sent to the major families and aristocratic families, and to the Huo’s partners, as well as the nobles from other countries who had dealings with the Huo’s.

After having a sip of the wine, Third Master glanced towards Huo Yirong who was walking towards him.

As the man raised his glass of wine and brought it to his lips, Third Master opened his mouth: "Yirong--"

"Pfft--!"

Huo Yirong had just gotten the familiar taste and spat it out straight away.

With a swift move, Third Master sidestepped, deftly picking up a tray from the table and using it to shield himself.

The excellent red wine splashed onto the tray, leaving the wine cabinet behind him unsullied.

Huo Yirong wrinkled his nose, casting a confused gaze at Huo Yunjiao, who curiously wore a slight smile on his lips.

He complained with distaste, "Third Brother, can you stop disgusting me?"

’Yirong’? What kind of fucking nickname was that?

Third Master rocked his wine glass in hand, his voice filled with amusement, "Do not do to others what you would not have them do to you."

Under normal circumstances, Huo Yirong would’ve surrendered by now.

But today, he was in a rare playful mood and teased Huo Yunjiao, "What if Little Sister calls you Jiaojiao?"

Third Master’s lips tightened slightly, his expression frozen, his mind momentarily blank.

Would that girl call him by his pet name?

She had always referred to him as Third Brother when in need, and Third Master when not in need. The possibility seemed unlikely.

He shook his head with a teasing smile at Huo Yirong, "Ruanruan wouldn’t."

"Are you sure?" Huo Yirong wore an expression that suggested he was itching for some mischief.

His restless posture was met with Third Master’s disapproving frown, "You are not allowed to tell her."

A devious smile spread across Huo Yirong’s face, "Then, if I call you Jiaojiao, will you respond?"

Third Master’s gaze flicked towards him, his expression bland and emotionless, reminiscent of a person devoid of any feelings.

The hand holding his wine glass seemed to tighten.

It didn’t seem he was as indifferent as he appeared on the outside.

Huo Yirong gave an unreserved grin, calling out, "Jiaojiao?"

Third Master’s gaze remained steady as he continued to watch him in silence.

He placed his glass on the table, his slender, fair-skinned fingers tapping rhythmically against the glass.

Tap after tap, a sweet melody was played, generating a subtle rhythm.

This hidden form of coercion held no power over Huo Yirong.

With a grin, Huo Yirong continued, "If you don’t answer me, I will tell our sister your nickname is Jiaojiao."

Third Master’s lips curled at the edges slightly, his gaze fixated on his elder brother, radiating dominance: the kind of look that said, ’I dare you to try.’

Both brothers knew each other’s embarrassing past, they were cautious to not overstep the line, unsure who’d end up as the ultimate victor.

Huo Yirong knew full well what Third Master’s gaze meant; with just one look, he understood.

He rolled his eyes, calling out once again, "Jiaojiao?"

Third Master didn’t pay him any attention, lifting the wine glass next to him and savouring it.

"Jiaojiao?" Huo Yirong persisted.

Just when he assumed Third Master wouldn’t answer him, to his surprise, Third Master did.

Third Master curled his lips into a smirk and scoffed, "Boring."

"Hahahahaha..."

Huo Yirong burst into laughter. Even if it was a snowcloned response, his wish was fulfilled.