Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 558: The words he said to her, are more thrilling than romance.

Chapter 558: Chapter 558: The words he said to her, are more thrilling than romance.

Wu Daozhang didn’t understand the importance of saving Nangong Yunlong and Nangong Chang for six tonight.

All he wanted now was to confront Nangong Yunlong in person.

He wanted to ask them why they wanted to kill his master.

Upon the death of his master, his hope of coming back to life was shattered.

This was a feud that couldn’t be resolved peacefully!

He was determined to bring down the Nangong Family together with him.

No one knew how terrifying Hell was in the Netherworld, where he would rather be dead than alive every day.

Six made a turn and walked towards another dark path.

At this time, Wu Daozhang charged forward.

...

The Huo Family.

Lin Hao stood at the entrance, looking occasionally towards the direction of the gate of the Huo Mansion.

The third master said that he would arrive in an hour.

It was almost time, but he didn’t see the third master’s convoy yet.

Suddenly, two beams of white light flashed in front of his eyes.

Lin Hao looked at the source of the light, and he saw several cars slowly driving over.

He quickly stepped down from the steps.

The convoy was very fast and stopped right outside the small building in a blink.

Huo Yunjiao didn’t wait for the Hidden Guard to open the door for him. He pushed the door open himself and stepped out with his long legs.

At this moment, the third master, looking normal and with no signs of sickness on his face.

Lin Hao walked over quickly.

"The third master, the madam has gone to bed, but the servants were worrying and went to check her room, the madam was tossing and turning in her sleep, she was calling your name all the time."

This was why Lin Hao was waiting anxiously for the third master.

Huo Yunjiao frowned slightly: "Is the madam feverish?"

He walked up the steps in a hurry and headed straight for the room.

Despite his hurried pace, his movements were filled with grace and pride.

Lin Hao followed closely: "No, the servant checked the madam’s temperature."

The heart of the third master, which had been lifted, was slightly relieved.

He didn’t stop, walked into the room, and took off his outer garment.

"How is dinner prepared?"

Lin Hao replied respectfully: "Almost done, the madam could have it as soon as she wakes up."

"That’s good."

Huo Yunjiao changed into his house shoes, and waved to Huo Qiang who had followed.

"Old Qiang, don’t go back tonight, just rest here."

"Yes, third master."

Even if the master didn’t order so, Huo Qiang wouldn’t leave.

The master had taken the medicine from Master Lai Xuzi, he had to watch closely, and also notify the medical team there to prepare.

If something happened, they couldn’t delay the best treatment time.

The third master turned his gaze to Lin Hao, lifted his jaw slightly, his lips tightened into a thin line, coldly and sharply.

"You stand by tonight, cooperate with Huo Qiang, follow his arrangements."

Lin Hao: "Yes, third master!"

Huo Yunjiao turned and went upstairs, his pace was anxious yet graceful.

This was the first time since Qin Ruan moved into the Huo Family that she didn’t have dinner.

If we know that she is pregnant now, with two children in her belly, her usual food intake is double his.

Not eating for one night, she didn’t know how the kids in her belly would toss her around.

He heard from Lin Hao that Qin Ruan was still shouting for him in her sleep.

The third master’s heart skipped a beat, and it hasn’t recovered until now.

The little girl was upset because of his departure, and she couldn’t even sleep well.

It was ultimately his negligence.

Even though there were better solutions, he cared more about the comfort of his own body, which caused such an impact on the little girl.

He definitely lacked demeanor today.

When he reached the bedroom door, the third master gently pushed the door open.

The sleep light in the room was on, and he clearly saw Qin Ruan lying on the bed under the dark light, which simulated a light suitable for human sleep.

She was lying on her side, with her legs around the quilt, sleeping uneasily.

The third master pushed the door open, walked into the room with light and slow steps.

Qin Ruan was dreaming, dreaming of the time when her soul was trapped in the tomb of Wanbao Mountain in her past life.

Every Qingming and Zhongyuan Festival, she would wait for the third master to bring two bouquets of flowers.

He gave her lilies and sunflowers to the child.

Qin Ruan was also curious about why the third master would give her lilies.

Until one year, he came to the tomb on Qingming Festival.

The third master put the beautifully wrapped lilies in front of her tombstone.

He squatted down and wiped her tombstone with a handkerchief, speaking to her in a low and gentle voice.

"I don’t know if you like lilies or not, but I always think lilies suit you, it’s just like your life experience.

Its vitality is strong, fearless of sunlight, and unafraid of rain. No matter how dry the weather may be, it still stands upright and tall.

Little girl, I’ve seen you in your heavily made-up guise in West City, and I’ve also seen your natural elegance after the makeup is removed. It’s contradictory but somehow not incongruous..."

Master San used his plain, unadorned words to convey to Qin Ruan clearly that he had been to West City to understand her.

Even her experiences after returning to the Qin Family had been investigated.

Qin Ruan wasn’t sure whether she liked flowers or not.

Because no one had ever given her any.

But she liked Master San’s flowers.

The words that Master San spoke to her moved her heart more than sweet nothings would.

He used a cloth to slowly clean her tombstone bit by bit.

He kept her company and spoke at length about the developments and changes that she couldn’t see outside Wanbao Mountain.

Under his warm brows, his eyes were always cold and ruthless.

Yet his voice was so gentle.

Every time Master San came to see her and the child, the time always seemed too short.

In her dream, Qin Ruan once again watched his departing figure.

Her spirit was attached to the tombstone, she could only call out in his direction.

"Master San, don’t leave..."

"Stay with me and the child a little longer, it’s so cold and lonely here."

"You can visit us too, not just during Qingming and Zhongyuan festivals. It’s too lonely here."

"Master San, don’t leave, stay a little longer..."

In her dream, Qin Ruan called out anxiously.

She wanted to catch up with him, but her spirit could not leave. She could only watch several figures disappear from her sight.

The lone, slender, and perfect silhouette deeply imprinted in her heart.

"Master San, Master San——"

In reality, Qin Ruan clung to her blanket tightly, incessantly murmuring "Master San" in her sleep.

Huo Yunjiao had just lay down when he heard Qin Ruan calling him out sorrowfully.

Her tone was full of grievance, loneliness, and desolation, invoking sympathy in anyone who heard it.

Huo Yunjiao extended his arms and cradled the curled-up Qin Ruan in his embrace.

Wanting to offer her some form of comfort.

The familiar light and musky scent entered his nose, and Qin Ruan’s slightly furrowed brow gradually relaxed.

Her hand was circling Master San’s waist, as if she was holding onto a presence that could make her feel secure.

But her mouth was constantly murmuring in her sleep.

"The Qingming festival passed so quickly, and the Zhongyuan festival will be in three months and ten days..."

"When you come to see us next time, Master San, please stay a little longer."

She was pleading pitifully, like a child denied candy.

Master San chuckled lightly, tousling Qin Ruan’s head.

Then, he froze.

Qin Ruan’s two dream-talks were quite unusual.

Why did she have to wait until the Qingming and Zhongyuan festivals for him to see her?

What was this girl dreaming about?

Huo Yunjiao looked down, his gentle gaze fixed on Qin Ruan.

Her little face in her sleep, puffing up, looked like a child throwing a tantrum.

Lost deep in her dream, Qin Ruan was still murmuring.

"Master San, our child is already six years old..."

"I can’t see his spirit... does he... does he resent me for not protecting him properly?"

Cold light illuminated Huo Yunjiao’s eyes.

A dangerous look emerged in the gaze he directed at Qin Ruan.

The child is six years old?

Their child was still in Qin Ruan’s belly.

Huo Yunjiao’s other hand, through the blanket, gently stroked Qin Ruan’s belly.

Unaware, Qin Ruan was still blathering in her dreams.

"If he were still alive, he’d be starting elementary school this year..."

Every time Master San paid his respects to her, he always had a lot to say.

When he fell silent, that was Qin Ruan’s turn to babble.

She knew that he couldn’t hear her, but she just wanted someone to talk to.

"I so wish I knew if our child would look more like you or more like me when he’s born."

"If it’s a boy, he should look like you. You’re so handsome, he’d certainly look good if he took after you."

"If only his spirit could appear... the child probably resents me for failing to protect him, for failing to bring him into this world..."

Huo Yunjiao could no longer bear to listen, his handsome face held a stern expression.

The child is just fine, why does it sound so messy coming from Qin Ruan?

He lightly shook Qin Ruan’s shoulder: "Ruanruan, wake up."

Disturbed, Qin Ruan slightly frowned.

She still was immersed in the time when Master San kept her company at Wanbao Mountain.

For her, it was an opportunity that only came twice a year.