Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 576: Mr. Huo: Am I being treated as a good person?

Chapter 576: Chapter 576: Mr. Huo: Am I being treated as a good person?

At the bottom of the apartment building.

Lin Hao’s body had already recovered a significant amount, and his complexion was also becoming rosier.

He sat in the driver’s seat, looking back at Qin Ruan in the back seat.

"Where are we going now?"

Qin Ruan’s voice was laced with a faint fatigue: "What time is it?"

Lin Hao glanced at the time. "9:30 PM."

"Let’s go home."

Qin Ruan feared if she did not return soon, it would disturb the busy third young master.

Receiving her command, Lin Hao started the car and drove away from the apartment complex.

...

The Huo Household.

Inside the small building where Huo Yirong resided.

In the second-floor study.

Huo Yirong was standing in front of a spacious balcony, with a mobile phone to his ear.

His profound eyes were replete with grimness, and his refined features were shrouded in an aura of chilliness.

Huo Yirong, gazing at the streetlights below, said gravely to the person on the other end of the line, "Third brother, Nangong Yunlong is dead."

"How did he die?"

A weak voice from the third young master came through the phone, entering Huo Yirong’s ear.

Under the indoor light, his abnormally pale fingertip touched the glass of the window before him.

The finger slowly slid downwards.

The movement was slow, seemingly indifferent.

Huo Yirong’s voice was dry, "Suicide."

There was silence on the other side for a moment before a cold voice emerged: "Given Nangong Yunlong’s character, he couldn’t have done such a thing."

Nangong Yunlong’s ambition was formidable and even if he was driven into desperation, with the remaining forces and years of calculated plans, he would never resort to suicide.

Huo Yirong’s brows furrowed, his expression dark: "Based on the traces at the scene, there are no signs of homicide."

The third young master asked, "Did Ling Xuzi go to see?"

"He did, but he didn’t find any traces left by unnatural causes."

A suppressed cough came across the phone, entering Huo Yirong’s ear.

He asked with concern, "Third brother, isn’t your health better?"

"It’s gotten much better these past couple of days." He spoke calmly to the third young master and asked, "Second brother, what do you make of Nangong Yunlong’s death?"

Huo Yirong sighed softly, his voice filled with mockery: "I also don’t believe that Nangong Yunlong committed suicide. Since Ling Xuzi didn’t find anything, I thought I would ask our sister to take a look."

The third young master replied with a faint smile in his voice, "Ruanruan is not at home." His tone was very confident.

Huo Yirong’s eyebrows raised slightly, "How do you know?"

The third young master diverted the topic: "If the second brother wants Ruanruan to investigate the scene, you should discuss it with her. She’s already about five months pregnant, so be gentle."

Huo Yirong turned around, and the scene in the study was now in his view.

It was not just Huo Yirong in the room.

A row of Huo household hidden guards with solemn and deadly auras stood around the room.

A frail-looking woman knelt in the center of the room.

Her head was bowed, obscuring her face.

In a low voice, Ho Yirong spoke to Huo Yunjiao on the other end of the phone, "I know, I talked to you first."

Not knowing what the third young master said, Huo Yirong responded.

He then changed the subject, "Third brother, Nangong Chang has also met with trouble. He doesn’t have long to live."

The third young master asked something, and Huo Yirong replied, "Nangong Chang suffered from a great shock after he learned of his father’s death and developed catatonic schizophrenia."

After a moment of silence, Huo Yirong continued, "This disease is quite troublesome. The doctor says it’s caused by acute cerebral hemorrhage. It’s difficult to treat, and the high mortality rate makes it one of the high-risk syndromes in clinics."

Now, Nangong Chang’s conscious and can understand others’ speeches and questions. He can respond through actions like opening and closing his eyes or moving his eyeballs.

He can sense pain and sound, and his hearing is also normal, but to put it bluntly, he is a living dead. Nowadays, it’s almost worse than being dead."

Every sentence about Nangong Chang spoken by Huo Yirong was followed by a visible uneasiness in the woman kneeling on the ground.

Having finished speaking, Huo Yirong pressed the speakerphone button.

"Regardless of whether Nangong Yunlong and Nangong Chang are dead or alive, it won’t impact us much. However, their troubles will undoubtedly influence others’ impression of the Huo family. Find a way to keep Nangong Chang alive for a few more days and investigate the cause of Nangong Yunlong’s death in the meantime."

The third young master’s voice was hoarse and magnetic, resonating clearly in the study.

He spoke casually, as cold as a blade.

The woman kneeling on the floor trembled slightly as she heard the third young master’s ruthless words.

Ho Yirong took in these small changes in her.

His handsome face revealed a hint of mockery, but his voice carried the warmth typical of family relationships: "Third brother, I actually wanted to keep Nangong Chang, but someone stood up and insisted on taking him away."

"They kept saying that our Huo family is unkind, alleging that we want to eliminate every single member of the Nangong family and using it as a threat so that we would let him go."

Huo Yirong’s voice was unprecedentedly soft, sounding so chilling it made one’s hair stand on end. One could not help but feel that he was harboring some wicked intentions.

The third young master’s voice was crisp: "Su Jingshu?"

Huo Yirong laughed: "You really are smart, third brother. You got it in one guess."

"If she wants to take him, then let her take him. He may live a bit longer with her."

The third young master’s voice was hoarse and attractive.

Huo Yirong clicked his tongue, "Third brother, are you so optimistic about this pair of wild mandarin ducks?"

The third young master did not respond.

Huo Yirong firmly walked over to the woman kneeling on the ground.

He squatted down elegantly. The hand not holding the phone roughly lifted the woman’s chin.

Huo Yirong’s magnificent voice echoed: "Third brother, do you remember the coming-of-age ceremony that our family held for you 10 years ago?"

He spoke with evident malicious glee.

The third young master responded, "I recall. What about it?"

Huo Yirong spoke casually: "I remember you were supposed to give a speech on the stage but were delayed due to an incident."

"That’s correct."

The third young master sensed something and in his deep voice, there was faint resignation.

Huo Yirong gazed at Miss Su before him, who had lost her usual grace and composure.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, exhibiting a hint of wickedness, and continued, "At that time, you jumped into the water to save someone and had to change clothes upstairs, delaying your speech by half an hour."

"I still remember that, at that time, many people were gathered in the banquet hall waiting for your speech, and the incident of you saving someone by jumping into the water wasn’t known by many."

"Yes." The third young master answered gravely.

He asked, "Is Su Jingshu with you?"

"Yes." Huo Yirong harshly grabbed Su Jingshu’s chin.

As he watched her indignant face gradually crumbling, his face was full of malicious joy.

Ho Yirong curled the corner of his mouth, obviously delighted with Su Jingshu’s current expression.

He spoke maliciously, "Third brother, why do you think this woman cares so much for Nangong Chang to the point where she knelt down and begged? Does she think I’m a saint?"

"Some people always fail to find their place."

The third young master’s tone was indifferent, "Don’t make things difficult for her any longer."

Huo Yirong patted Su Jingshu’s astonished face, feigning innocence: "I didn’t say I was going to do anything to her."

The third young master really didn’t understand him.

He knew that their conversation a moment ago was likely overheard by Su Jingshu.

The third young master spoke gravely, "Second brother, there’s no need to bring up incidents that happened so many years ago."