Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 580: The Third Master is not as close to Qin Ruan as before

Chapter 580: Chapter 580: The Third Master is not as close to Qin Ruan as before

Even faced with teasing, Qin Ruan remained unfazed.

After spending several months together, she had grown accustomed to Huo Yirong’s carefree nature.

She suggested, "How about chatting while we eat?"

Huo Yirong pondered it and nodded, "Sounds good."

The two of them proceeded to the dining room, one after the other.

Inside the dining room.

Qin Ruan was sipping on the medicinal soup prepared for her by the kitchen that evening.

Today’s menu featured black chicken blood-nourishing soup, filled with common medicinal ingredients.

As her pregnancy progressed, the kitchen had stopped preparing tonics and replaced them with more ordinary ingredients.

Huo Yirong sat across from Qin Ruan, and once she had eaten her fill, he revealed the peculiar happenings of the Nangong Family.

"My third brother and I believe it’s highly unlikely that Nangong Yunlong committed suicide. It’s totally unlike him, and Ling Xuzi went to the scene but didn’t find any traces of supernatural beings behind this.

So I wanted to invite you to have a look. After all, Nangong Yunlong was still the Head of the Nangong Family, and the Huo Family hadn’t planned any harm to him. We need to get to the bottom of this," he explained.

"Understood." Qin Ruan wiped the corner of her lips and looked up at Huo Yirong. "I’m available anytime, even right now."

Huo Yirong shook his head, "There’s no rush. Tomorrow, I will take you there myself."

Recalling her appointment with Lou Hong the next day, Qin Ruan nodded, "Alright, I also have something else to attend to tomorrow."

A variety of expressions flitted across Huo Yirong’s face, "You won’t be at home tomorrow?"

"I have some things to deal with. I probably won’t be at home during the day," she answered.

It then came back to Huo Yirong; he remembered a phone call with his third brother, who was due to return from the Champs Elysees Manor the next day, primarily for Qin Ruan’s consideration.

He asked, "Are you aware that the third brother is returning tomorrow?"

Qin Ruan folded the napkin she had just used and placed it on the table, her tone remaining calm. "Yes, Huo Chuan mentioned it. I will return as soon as I’m done with my errands."

A smile graced Huo Yirong’s lips, "That’s good. It saves the third brother the hassle of making a wasted journey."

"Huh?" Qin Ruan wore a perplexed look.

Huo Yirong cleared his throat, a playful grin on his face, "The third brother has been rather busy lately; I wouldn’t want him to finally find some time to visit you and miss out on seeing you."

"That won’t happen," Qin Ruan shook her head with certainty.

The moment she finished her commitments, she was determined to hurry home knowing that the third master would be back.

She wanted to check on his health after all these days.

By rights, Huo Yunjiao’s current physical condition required daily care.

But she hadn’t seen him for several days, and the third master seemed to be keeping a distance from her every time they met.

Perhaps he was too exhausted from traveling and lacked the energy to be intimate with her as he used to be.

This time, she was determined to keep him home for a whole day.

...

The next day.

Qin Ruan had breakfast and then accompanied Huo Yirong to the Nangong Family residence.

The Nangong provincial house, which had been bustling with activity more than half a month ago, now was desolate.

Except for the Huo Family’s hidden guards standing watch outside, there were no other faces in sight.

Huo Yirong assisted Qin Ruan upstairs and into the room where Nangong Yunlong had ended his life.

The room was immaculate, with no traces of any malign presences.

But it was too clean, causing Qin Ruan to frown.

She asked, "How did Nangong Yunlong commit suicide?"

Huo Yirong let go of Qin Ruan’s arm, his deep eyes glancing towards a sofa not far away.

Qin Ruan followed his gaze.

There was a set of high-end sofas and a dark-patterned table.

Huo Yirong pointed to the sofa in the center, "He committed suicide by choking himself to death right there while sitting."

"Yirong, that doesn’t seem likely," she promptly countered without a second thought.

"The body relies on oxygen supply to function. Assuming the suicide attempt we are considering is choking oneself to death, the person’s body would be in a state of oxygen deprivation. As the deprivation lasts longer, the blood circulation becomes less efficient, causing the strength in the person’s hands to decrease and thus lose their grip.

While it’s also possible that the person attempting suicide could faint for a short time, they would still regain consciousness and start breathing again. They might feel dizzy, but they wouldn’t die," she explained.

Huo Yirong nodded, "It’s indeed so. The forensic investigator who came to explore the scene initially also stated the same.

But my sister, according to the final conclusion of the forensic investigator, Nangong Yunlong did indeed choke himself to death."

"That’s unscientific." Qin Ruan frowned deeply, staring at the vacant sofa.

For Nangong Yunlong to attempt choking himself to death... it was too challenging, something humans simply could not do.

Huo Yirong said in a grave tone, "Ling Xuzi inspected the crime scene; he said this place was very clean and didn’t find any traces indicating supernatural interference."

Qin Ruan nodded in agreement, "Indeed, this place is too clean; an aspect that makes it somewhat unnerving.

Logically, since Nangong Yunlong is already dead, there should be some residual Puppet Energy from his spirit lingering, but there is none. There isn’t even a trace of Puppet Energy in this room."

Gazing at Qin Ruan diligently analyzing the situation, Huo Yirong’s lips twitched upwards in hidden amusement.

One minute she was talking about science, and the next, she changed to this theory. It was really amusing to him.

Qin Ruan didn’t notice the unusual emotions stirred in Huo Yirong by her contradictory statements.

She moved towards the sofa where Nangong Yunlong had been sitting when he took his own life.

Suddenly, her foot kicked against something.

Qin Ruan paused, looking down.

A piece of deadwood caught her eye.

Although it seemed ordinary, Qin Ruan detected faint traces of an evil Qi that didn’t belong to a Puppet. It was a type of Yin evil Qi that make one feel warmth, tolerance, and hints of faint vitality.

It might sound contradictory, but Qin Ruan could differentiate the difference between the Yin Qi from this deadwood and that of a Puppet.

Huo Yirong approached, noticing Qin Ruan transfixed on the small twig near her feet. "Is anything wrong, did you find anything unusual?" he asked.

Qin Ruan shot a glance at him and pointed at the deadwood underfoot.

"When did this appear?" she asked.

If both the forensic investigators and Ling Xuzi had been here before, they wouldn’t have overlooked it.

After all, in such an elaborately decorated room, the presence of a piece of deadwood could hardly go unnoticed.

An understanding seemed to dawn on Huo Yirong, his face showing no change. He asked a hidden guard positioned at the door, "Has anyone entered this room from yesterday until we arrived?"

The hidden guard turned around, respectfully answered, "Second master, no one has entered. We have been keeping vigil here without a break for twenty-four hours."

Qin Ruan was already halfway to bend down, ready to pick up the deadwood.

Seeing her move, Huo Yirong rushed forward to prevent it, extending a hand to assist her.

"Don’t move!" Qin Ruan ordered.

Huo Yirong’s hand had almost touched the deadwood when Qin Ruan’s command stopped him. His hand was only a few centimeters from the deadwood.

Realizing that something was off, Huo Yirong quickly withdrew his hand and helped Qin Ruan, who was still bent over, to stand upright.

He asked Qin Ruan, "Is there something wrong with this twig?"

Qin Ruan nodded solemnly, her gaze fixed on the deadwood at her feet. Her eyes glittered with an increasingly profound light, she then exclaimed, "Lin Hao!"

Lin Hao, who was waiting outside, came in. He spoke in a respectful tone, "Madam."