Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 559: He Wants Qin Ruan to be Carefree and Radiant

Chapter 559: Chapter 559: He Wants Qin Ruan to be Carefree and Radiant

In her dream.

Qin Ruan leaned against the tombstone, her downcast eyes looking at the man squatting in front of her.

His features were picturesque, his entire being emanating grace and nobility.

Such a handsome man, she wanted to look at him a little longer.

His biannual visits to Wanbao Mountain were incredibly precious to her.

She was so lonely at Wanbao Mountain.

In the beginning, she could still talk to herself, whispering to the wind, rain, flowers, grass, and trees around her. It made her feel less alone.

She feared loneliness and sought solace in her own voice.

Yet it was nothing more than a self-delusion. Despite the vast world around her, she was but a lone ghost.

Over time, she increasingly lost her sense of existence.

Given enough time, loneliness too could become addictive.

She began to grow more accustomed to it.

And found a way to soothe her suppressed soul.

That was to embrace loneliness, to reconcile with it.

However, the days when he would visit Wanbao Mountain each year were still the days she looked forward to the most.

Like a drug she was dependent on, he was an addiction she could not shake off.

When she came to terms with loneliness, when she accepted and embraced it, he became the secret pleasure within her heart.

Besides loneliness, her world consisted only of him.

Within her dream, Qin Ruan once again watched his retreating figure.

"Can you bring some bull tongue cakes for me next Qingming Festival?"

"If you don’t say anything, I will take it as a yes!"

Even though he couldn’t hear her, Qin Ruan still shouted after his retreating figure.

Her tone was anxious and sorrowful.

"Ruanruan, wake up."

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat tongue cake? I will have someone buy it for you."

"Ruanruan, Ruanruan --"

The gentle and indulgent voice of a man resounded in her ears.

Qin Ruan’s eyes fluttered, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.

This time, she had actually heard his response.

A white fog enveloped her vision, and she could no longer see the figures that had just been reflected in her eyes.

"Are you there?"

She shouted with unease into the fog.

Huo Yunjiao pulled Qin Ruan into his arms, his cool hand caressing her flushed cheek.

Perhaps moved by the emotion in Qin Ruan’s voice, a wave of affection surged in his heart.

He replied gently: "I’m here. Wake up, dear."

Qin Ruan’s sleep talk was utterly nonsensical.

Her tone was full of sadness, which made her sound pitiful.

He didn’t like to see Qin Ruan like this.

He wanted to see her laugh, to see her just as happy as other children her age.

This carefree life is what she should enjoy at her age.

The first eighteen years of her life had been too harsh.

At some point, a firm belief took root in Huo Yunjiao’s heart.

For the rest of her life, he wanted Qin Ruan to be uninhibited and radiant, to enjoy every year with joy and fulfillment.

This girl should be cherished and protected by nature.

He was willing to use his own wings to shield Qin Ruan from worry for life.

Even if he were no longer in this world, he would forge iron wings to protect her fully.

This was the first time that he cared about someone.

This feeling initially left him somewhat at a loss.

As time passed, his inexplicable favoritism and protection for Qin Ruan knew no bounds.

Huo Yunjiao’s gaze fell on Qin Ruan’s abdomen.

It was nurturing their child.

It might not be the fruit of their love.

But it was their kin, their bloodline whom they were both anticipating.

Qin Ruan slowly opened her eyes and saw his white shirt in her vision.

As her consciousness gradually returned, she looked up at the man holding her.

"Are you there?"

Huo Yunjiao looked down, meeting Qin Ruan’s confused eyes.

The corners of his lips curled up slightly: "You’re awake. You’ve been talking in your sleep. Are you hungry?"

Qin Ruan blinked her eyes. She wasn’t really hungry, but everything felt somewhat surreal.

Hadn’t he left? Why is he back?

Qin Ruan reached out to touch Yunjiao’s lean waist.

The temperature of his body was telling her that the man in front of her was real.

He was not an elusive figure in a dream that slipped away from her grasp.

"You’re back."

Qin Ruan exclaimed, her tone mixed with other emotions.

Huo Yunjiao slightly raised his eyebrows, "Don’t want to see me?"

"No, it just feels a bit unreal."

Qin Ruan pulled away from his embrace, the loneliness and oppression from her dream still weighed on her, leaving her feeling a bit taken aback.

She sat up and checked the time.

Suddenly, her face slightly changed, and she looked at the man leaning against the head of the bed.

"Are you alright?"

"Do I look like I’m not?"

Huo Yunjiao held Qin Ruan’s hand, his index finger lightly brushing the back of her hand, seemingly reluctant to let go.

Despite having taken Ling Xuzi’s medicine, he didn’t understand why, after a brief embrace with Qin Ruan, that previously disappearing feeling of irritation started to surge uncontrollably again.

He could feel restlessness starting to challenge his powerful rationality.

His heart and body were longing for Qin Ruan, yet his rationality told him to keep his distance.

Qin Ruan was unaware of Yunjiao’s struggle to draw close to her yet rationally keep a distance.

She in turn grasped his hand, threads of Nether Power following their clasped hands, gradually flowing into Yunjiao’s body.

However, this simple action completely collapsed Yunjiao’s rationality.

"Ruanruan, what are you doing?!"

Yunjiao’s handsome face tightened. He was visibly enduring something, showing a hint of pain.

His heart was restless.

His hands were trembling uncontrollably.

He had the urge to pin Qin Ruan down and enjoy a moment of intimacy with her.

Qin Ruan also noticed something was wrong. The man who was just gentle, was now stifling something.

Astonishment appeared in her eyes, and she quickly stopped sending the Nether Power.

Sitting on the bed, Qin Ruan looked at the man in front of her, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Are you... okay?"

She just wanted to relieve the tightly intertwined energy fields in Yunjiao’s body, wanting him to feel a bit more relaxed.

But looking at his face, he was far from relaxed; instead, he was full of pain.

Huo Yunjiao held Qin Ruan’s hand tightly, his strong rationality suppressing his restless heart.

After calming down a bit, he let go of her hand, trying his best to keep his voice gentle and calm: "Are you hungry, girl?"

Qin Ruan shook her head: "I’m fine."

Huo Yunjiao’s throat bobbed slightly, "You didn’t eat dinner. How could you not be hungry? The kitchen can prepare your favorite dishes again, at least eat something."

His voice was gentle and melodious as usual.

Qin Ruan felt a bit hungry upon thinking about it.

She asked Yunjiao, "Are you leaving?"

Huo Yunjiao chuckled, "No, I’m worried that someone might secretly be upset and not eat dinner because of it."

These words obviously referred to her.

"I wasn’t hungry before, but now I am a little."

Qin Ruan clutched her stomach and got up from the bed. She left the room without looking back.

Her retreating figure seemed to be fleeing in haste.

She couldn’t deny Yunjiao’s words.

Indeed, because of his departure, her mood was affected and she didn’t even eat dinner.

Qin Ruan rushed out without seeing Yunjiao’s eyes following her departure, a strong desire lighting up in the depths of his eyes.

The burst of light in his eyes held a fearful danger, as if he wished to consume Qin Ruan in the next second.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyebrows curled into a small arc, his thin lips pursing into a cold, hard line.

His amorous peach blossom eyes were half-closed, a faint blush covering his handsome, icy face.

Yunjiao’s jaw was tense, trying to conceal the urge.

If Qin Ruan had seen him in this state, she would have been surprised.

Because at this moment, Yunjiao exuded a captivating aura.

His semi-closed eyes seemed somewhat hazy, giving off an elusive charm and creating a suggestive atmosphere.

The moment the bedroom door closed.

Huo Yunjiao relaxed, leaning against the head of the bed in exhaustion.

Qin Ruan’s departure enabled him to regain his rationality and self-restraint.

For him, every second she stayed in the room was a great test.

This sudden feeling almost made Yunjiao crumble.