Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 569: If Madam is not in a good mood, grass will grow on your grave

Chapter 569: Chapter 569: If Madam is not in a good mood, grass will grow on your grave

The look of eagerness to strike on Lin Hao’s face caught Huang Biao’s attention, instilling an inexplicable fear in the depths of his heart.

For reasons unknown to himself, he felt an eerie sense of familiarity with this young man.

Lin Hao cracked a grin, baring his white teeth, his piercing gaze sinister and dangerous.

"Mr. Huang, I advise you to watch your words," he admonished, in quiet but chilling tones.

There it was. An outright threat.

Just over a month ago, Huang Biao had disrespected Qin Ruan. Lin Hao hadn’t held back in his handling of the man then.

Even after all this time, Huang Biao’s face still bore traces of injuries.

"A hundred days for bones to heal", still, he was confident that Lin Hao knew restraint.

He was certain that if Huang Biao were to stand and walk a few steps, his movement would clearly be hindered.

Huang Biao’s body shrank slightly in response to Lin Hao’s threat.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he nodded continuously, "Yes, yes, I will watch my tongue. Please, don’t take it to heart, young man."

Lin Hao noticed a deep, contemplative expression spreading across Qin Ruan’s face.

He laughed, his teeth bared, his gaze dark and ominous as he watched Huang Biao.

"It’s not about what I mind or not. If the Madame takes offense and finds herself distressed, Mr. Huang, you may find your grave covered in grass by next year."

After Lin Hao’s ominous statement, Huang Biao’s face broke out in heavier sweat.

A gentle chuckle breaks the silence.

Qin Ruan eyed Huang Biao, sizing up his servile demeanor.

She began with a smile, "Interesting, a precious gift delivered right at the doorstep. You’ve made quite the effort to ensure I wouldn’t refuse."

A thin, cold light glittered in Qin Ruan’s eyes even as her lips curved in a seemingly warm smile.

Seeing that she was not furious with his previous actions, Huang Biao hastily added, "Ever since I slept with that woman, I have been plagued by constant nightmares."

Qin Ruan placed her index finger on her chin and her eyes dropped, "You said earlier that Huang Mao is dead. Was it him who directly sent the girl to you?"

"Yes!" Huang Biao nodded.

Qin Ruan narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Let’s go. Let’s check out your place. Right now, other than an excessive amount of Evil Qi on you, there isn’t any malignant spirit haunting you. Perhaps the thing is in your home."

"Alright!" Huang Biao longed for Qin Ruan to step in.

If this issue were genuinely resolved, he was sure he would abstain from any further sexual desires and devote the rest of his life to good deeds.

The dread from each step towards death had almost driven him insane.

Before they left, Qin Ruan expressed her gratitude to Song Banxian.

She had originally expected to try her luck, but unexpectedly, she ended up with a major case.

Song Banxian dismissed her gratitude. He was incapable of saving Huang Biao, so if Qin Ruan could do that, it would be a good merit.

After all, Huang Biao’s life shouldn’t end this way.

Even though he lived in the underworld, he never did anything heinous. He was by no means a person of great evil.

After collecting Huang Biao’s money, Qin Ruan took a few wads of cash from the safe box, tossed them onto the table in front of Song Banxian’s stall, ignoring his refusal.

...

Huang Biao’s house was in a high-end residential area.

After wandering in the underworld for so many years, his external life seemed splendid, but in reality, he had experienced divorce and family scattering.

After the divorce, his son was taken by his ex-wife, and his elderly mother, who was infirm, stayed in a high-end nursing home in the city. Her annual expenses in the home amounted to high six-figure bills.

The 200 square-foot home was empty, with only occasional visits from Huang Biao’s mistresses.

Huang Biao pushed open the door and welcomed Qin Ruan and Lin Hao into his home.

Qin Ruan stood at the door and didn’t move because of the Evil Qi surging from inside.

She almost laughed out loud. The attraction of the Evil Qi was irresistible to her.

Just like San Ye’s affection for her.

This comparison seemed inappropriate, but these two situations were currently the most import aspects in her life.

Qin Ruan looked around the living room, her cold eyes more chilling than the sinister air in the room.

Seeing the change in her expression, Huang Biao was panicked, "Master Qin, what’s wrong?"

Qin Ruan smiled faintly, "Nothing."

She wore a mocking expression as she stepped into Huang Biao’s house. Lin Hao was right behind her.

No one noticed Lin Hao’s pale face. It was no better than Huang Biao’s.

His eyes were locked on a corner of Huang Biao’s house.

There was a display cabinet there, with various antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, as well as some weapon models.

In that corner, Lin Hao noticed a dark mist.

As soon as Huang Biao welcomed both of them into the house, he ordered his subordinates to serve water.

Qin Ruan refused, "No need. Let’s get down to business."

"Qin... Qin Xiaowu, something is wrong!"

Lin Hao’s trembling voice echoed in the room. He spotted movement in the dark mist in the corner; it was drifting towards the window sill.

With a glance at Lin Hao, Qin Ruan saw the sheer pallor of his face.

Huang Biao saw Lin Hao’s face was even paler than his own, making him all the more terrified, "What happened? Where?"

He quickly moved behind Qin Ruan, trying to seek protection.

Lin Hao pushed him several meters away, a clear disgust in his actions.

In a cool voice, Lin Hao ordered, "Get out of the way!"

This man had once had the audacity to try to pursue Qin Ruan. Lin Hao would never let him get too close to Qin Ruan.

Huang Biao, pushed aside and frightened, pulled two of his subordinates in front of him, his body shaking uncontrollably.

Qin Ruan followed Lin Hao’s gaze.

That was Huang Biao’s window sill, the window was not closed properly and left a crack.

The world outside was engulfed in the darkness of night. Although the community where the apartment was situated wasn’t entirely quiet, tonight felt particularly eerie.

The wind was picking up, and the chilling gusts emitted low howls.

Everyone in the room could clearly hear the rustling sound of the wind rustling through the leaves outside.

It was only eight o’clock in the evening, but the gloomy sky made it feel like the depth of night.

Despite the bright lights in other people’s homes, the outside environment gave a terrifying feeling, as if the darkness was about to swallow the entire residential area.

Suddenly, a shadow flitted past the window.

"It’s back!" warned Lin Hao, standing by Qin Ruan’s side in a hushed tone.

Qin Ruan drew back her gaze, a disdainful light flashing in her cold, moon-like eyes.

She said to Lin Hao without a hint of worry, "I saw. It’s just a small trick. Don’t be scared."

"I’m not really scared," Lin Hao retorted stubbornly, refusing to admit his fear.

He had encountered the Puppet Monster many times, so his courage had improved a lot.

But after all, the Puppet Monster was a malicious entity, and fear was hard to keep at bay in his heart.

"Master Qin, what...what exactly is it?"

From the conversation between the two, Huang Biao pictured a terrible monster, scaring himself half to death.

"You want to know?"

Qin Ruan’s chilly eyes stared straight at Huang Biao.

This made Huang Biao unsure of how to respond.

He wanted to know who was harming him.

But for something unknown, the inner fear made him want to escape.

Qin Ruan didn’t give him a chance to speak. Her eyes were locked in the direction of the window. She extended her hand as if to grab something.

Before she entered the room, she had seen the Puppet standing in front of the display cabinet.

She saw it clearer than Lin Hao did.

She knew it was a male Puppet Monster.

Through her Nether Power, Qin Ruan captured it and held it in her hand.

The male Puppet in her hand had a pale face, its eyes were as black as obsidian. Its body was shrouded in a powerful aura of resentment and engulfed in the ubiquitous, dense Black Evil Energy.

The puppet and Qin Ruan examined each other closely.

Without the dense black fog to mask it, the Puppet’s hideous visage was uncovered for all to see.