Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 492 Ruanruan: I predicted, you will bleed today

Chapter 492: Chapter 492 Ruanruan: I predicted, you will bleed today

The man referred to as ’cousin’ by Rong Jing curled his lips into a smile, the light in his eyes gentle and warm.

He moved his thin lips, a pleasant voice ringing out.

"Familiar?"

Rong Jing secretly glanced at Qin Ruan, not knowing how to reply to his cousin.

Seeing this, the man’s smile deepened.

He turned towards Qin Ruan, a warm and friendly light in his eyes, fell on her.

"Madam of the Third Young Master, hello, I am Rong Menglan."

Having previously seen Qin Ruan refuse to shake hands with Lei Ning, Rong Menglan didn’t actively extend his hand this time.

Qin Ruan assessed the man seated next to her.

How should I describe him? He throws off an immensely likable vibe.

Modest and respectful, he seems rather serious, yet has an underlying gentleness.

However, his captivating mandarin duck eyes are a shame, they hold a certain brilliance, as if veiled by a thin layer of chiffon, evoking a sense of hazy beauty.

It’s often said that men with mandarin duck eyes are natural womanizers, flitting from one woman to another, and genuine masters of romance.

Qin Ruan didn’t think that this individual was a playboy, but his eyes really caught one’s attention.

She laughed softly, "Menglan, this name carries a lot of artistic conception."

Qin Ruan took the initiative to extend her hand towards Rong Menglan: "Hello, I am Qin Ruan."

Rong Menglan looked down at Qin Ruan’s extended hand, visibly taken aback.

He quickly concealed his surprise, extending his slender and distinct hand in return.

Their delicate handshake was brief, almost instantaneously parting upon contact.

Being addressed as ’cousin’ by Rong Jing, and with Rong Jing acting as harmless as a rabbit before him.

Qin Ruan guessed, Rong Menglan must be from the Rong Family, one of the six prestigious families.

Although Rong Menglan and Rong Jing didn’t look similar, they smelled the same.

Qin Ruan held no ill feelings towards him and therefore maintained a friendly demeanor.

Seeing Qin Ruan converse with his cousin, Rong Jing also nodded in approval.

He asked Qin Ruan, feigning seriousness: "What brings you here? Do you have a deal today?"

Rong Jing still did not know Qin Ruan’s true identity.

He knew there was a marriage between him and his father, and had met her husband.

He was a man of considerable standing, with a strong aura, a real big shot.

In her few encounters with Qin Ruan, she was always dealing with Puppets, Rong Jing naturally assumed that wherever she was, unnatural events might occur.

Qin Ruan squinted slightly, staring hard at Rong Jing’s nose.

She shot back with a question, "Why are you here? Do you know what’s going to happen here tonight?"

Rong Jing honestly shook his head, pointing to Rong Menglan beside him: "I don’t know. I just followed my cousin here to experience the world."

With both Rong Menglan and Rong Jing looking at her, Rong Menglan’s face remained calm.

He gently nodded his head, asking Qin Ruan: "Does Lady of the Third Young Master know my seventh brother?"

"Seventh Brother?" Qin Ruan looked puzzled.

Could she be mistaken? Maybe Rong Menglan was not of the Rong’s main line.

Seemingly noticing her confusion, Rong Jing whispered an explanation to Qin Ruan, "Our branch was formally welcomed into the main line of Rong Family, and I am now ranked seventh in the family."

Qin Ruan’s gaze dashed between Rong Menglan and Rong Jing, the pair of cousins.

After a while, she blurted out, "Because of the guardian spirits?"

Other than guardian spirits, she couldn’t guess why Rong Jing’s branch, so different from the main line of the Rong Family, would be recognized by the main line.

Upon hearing Qin Ruan’s words, Rong Menglan’s face stiffened, and his gaze at her became cautious.

On the other hand, Rong Jing’s eyes widened with surprise and delight, "How did you know? Did you calculate this?"

In his eyes, Qin Ruan was a divine calculator, a formidable character who could crunch numbers and catch Puppets.

Qin Ruan was both amused and helpless with the image Rong Jing had of her, she maintained a poker face.

After silence for a moment, she suddenly said to Rong Jing in a solemn voice: "That’s right, I calculated it."

"Truly impressive!" said Rong Jing sincerely, giving Qin Ruan a thumbs up.

Suddenly, Qin Ruan prophesied again: "I predict...you will bleed today."

"Seriously?!"

The smile vanished from Rong Jing’s face, and he became instantly paranoid.

His eyes darted around anxiously, inspecting everyone in the room.

Bleeding equated to a brutal disaster, making everyone in room suspicious of the danger.

He was not an easy target; if anyone tried to harm him, he would not hold back.

In the past, he was often put in a subservient role among various heirs of noble families, made to do errands and be submissive.

But now, he was a legitimate member of the Rong family and consequently, he would no longer let anyone bully him.

As Rong Jing was cautiously inspecting everyone in the room, a suppressed laughter erupted beside him.

He looked up; the brilliant smile of his cousin was all of a sudden at the top of his view.

For some reason, seeing the cheerful laughter from his cousin, Rong Jing felt slightly off-put.

Then Qin Ruan’s laughter followed.

The duo was laughing mysteriously, leaving Rong Jing feeling dumbfounded.

Qin Ruan couldn’t help but point to his face: "Look, isn’t this blood?"

Her amusement was barely concealed in her laughter. Rong Jing’s state, indeed, was amusing to them.

Rong Jing blinked, raised his hand to touch his face, and felt a stickiness.

When he lowered his hand, he found it covered in blood.

"Holy shit!"

Rong Jing cursed, his face pale with shock.

Rong Menglan’s laughter faded away, gazing at Rong Jing with disagreement.

He reached out and lifted Rong Jing’s chin, so he wouldn’t look too far down nor too far up.

From a tissue box on a table, he took several tissues and hastily pressed them against Rong Jing’s nose.

"Go to the washroom and clean up. You’re having a nose bleed," he directed.

Rong Jing looked embarrassed, his hand pressed against the tissues. He abruptly rose and rushed to the bathroom.

As he left, bits of blood stained the carpet.

Qin Ruan watched Rong Jing’s panicked retreat with a teasing smile.

She had noticed a slight redness in Rong Jing’s nose earlier on, and the nose bleed started just after she prophesied his disaster.

He must’ve been burning up recently, considering his flushed appearance. He must’ve eaten too many nutritional supplements.

The plans of people, the plans of the gods; nothing beats what we see.

After Rong Jing left, only Qin Ruan and Rong Menglan were left in the room.

Rong Menglan’s captivating eyes focused on Qin Ruan.

Sensing this intense gaze, Qin Ruan turned her head to meet his probing eyes.

Rong Menglan seized the opportunity to ask, "Madam of the Third Young Master, do you know about the Rong Family’s Guardian Spirit?"

"Did Rong Jing not tell you?" Qin Ruan counter-questioned.

Rong Menglan shook his head: "No, he has never mentioned that he’s acquainted with the Madam of the Third Young Master."

Qin Ruan contemplated; she had interacted with Rong Jing a few times, and Rong Jing had also met with the father-son pair Rong Changting and the third master.

However, they seemed clueless about the third master’s identity, hence they wouldn’t know her current status either.

Qin Ruan chuckled lightly, "Rong Jing probably doesn’t know I am a member of the Huo Family."

"I see."

Rong Menglan furrowed his brows slightly, sinking into thought.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the room door was violently kicked open from the outside.

The amusement in Qin Ruan’s eyes disappeared, sensing that the main character of tonight had arrived.

With a stern face, her eyes gleamed with cold, icy light.