Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 595: Ruanruan’s Complaints, Third Master’s Self-Esteem is Hurt

Chapter 595: Chapter 595: Ruanruan’s Complaints, Third Master’s Self-Esteem is Hurt

Staring at the handsome, sleeping face of the Third Master, Qin Ruan suddenly declared in a fit of pique, "If you wake up and do not give me an explanation, I will not forgive you."

The Third Master was lost in deep sleep, his aloof and handsome face calm and relaxed, unable to respond to her.

Qin Ruan tapped on his nose with the tip of her finger, nudging it gently.

She muttered under her breath, "I’m not joking, I’m serious—I would take our child and run away from home because I’m genuinely angry this time."

If the Third Master had been awake, she would never have voiced her grievances in such a manner.

Their relationship seemed close on the surface, but actually, there was an invisible chasm between them.

Qin Ruan couldn’t find the words to describe it, but she felt that something was missing in their daily interactions.

However, it did not affect their day-to-day life together, and that was enough.

"Knock, knock——"

A soft knock sounded at the door.

Qin Ruan got up and adjusted the blanket for the Third Master.

She tucked his hand, which was exposed outside the blanket, back in.

It was such an innocuous gesture yet it caused her to touch where she should not have.

She thought the Third Master was lying flat. Unbeknownst to her, underneath the thin blanket, he was slightly angled.

Thus, she inadvertently came into close contact once again with the very man she had once crossed paths with at the Imperial Court Hotel, the man responsible for her ten months of pregnancy.

Qin Ruan’s face flushed in an instant.

She quickly pulled her hand back, embarrassing images surfacing in her mind.

The sensation from her touch just a moment ago still lingered on her fingertips.

She could even picture the general appearance of the perpetrator.

With her surprised eyes fixed on the Third Master’s exquisite features,

this gentle and scholarly face appeared utterly harmless.

She found it impossible to connect the memory of her inadvertent touch with the refined face of the Third Master.

It was a complete mismatch.

Wildly beyond the boundary.

"Knock, knock——"

The knock on the door sounded again.

Subconsciously, Qin Ruan moistened her lips and carelessly touched her face.

It didn’t feel too hot. She recollected her emotions, calming her agitated state as she walked towards the door.

Huo Chuan was standing outside.

He spoke in a hushed voice, "Madam, the Second Master has arrived, he’s downstairs."

With a thoughtful expression, Qin Ruan asked, "Why didn’t Brother Rong come up?".

She assumed that Huo Yirong had come to visit the Third Master.

Huo Chuan replied, "The Second Master said he didn’t want to disturb the master’s rest, he’s here to see you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ruan nodded her head. She left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her.

She left the embarrassment that had just unfolded in the room behind as well.

Qin Ruan descended the staircase with Huo Chuan following behind her.

Inside the bedroom.

The moment the door was closed, the lying Huo Yunjiao slowly opened his eyes.

He was already awake before Qin Ruan entered the bedroom.

Images from the moments before he fainted sprang vividly to mind.

Before he collapsed, he thought he saw a blurry figure.

The figure was shrouded in dense black mist, wearing a vintage black robe.

Before he could see the figure’s face, he fell, unable to hold up any longer.

The only thing he remembered clearly was a red mole on the figure’s nose, which stood out sharply in the black mist.

Huo Yunjiao lay in bed, his hand hidden under the blanket slightly curled.

The back of his hand still held the warmth from where Qin Ruan’s hand had touched it just moments ago.

The place she accidentally touched also held a lingering sensation that threw his feelings into turmoil.

This girl was really careless, practically risking his life.

Huo Yunjiao gave a soft sigh. His face, already quite pale, showed no signs of agitation, but a faintly sinister light flickered in his eyes.

Under normal circumstances, he would have reacted.

But now, this body was weakened to its limit.

His normal functions were a step slow.

However, he was grateful for that, otherwise if he had instantly reacted, it would have been discovered by Qin Ruan that he was awake.

Huo Yunjiao raised his hand to rub his brows, a faint annoyance appearing on his handsome face.

He was in a very bad mood, filled with an indescribable frustration.

This was his capability as a man not matching his desires.

The most important thing to maintain a marriage is a physiological need.

He was now lying on the bed like a useless man; what had just happened had injured his pride somewhat.

Qin Ruan did not know that his pride was hurt.

She saw the indifferent Huo Yirong downstairs.

The first thing he said when he saw her was, "Sister, Nangong Chang is dead."

Qin Ruan didn’t show any surprise, as she had said before that Nangong Chang wouldn’t make it.

Looking at Huo Yirong’s solemn expression, it seemed that it’s not just because of Nangong Chang’s death.

As expected, what he said next, shocked Qin Ruan as well.

Huo Yirong had a gloomy expression, and he said in a deep voice, "Previously, Su Jingshu gave birth to Nangong Chang’s child. Today, that child will be buried with Nangong Chang."

Qin Ruan blurted out, "Did Su Jingshu kill the child ?!"

She dared not think, Su Jingshu could be so cruel.

Huo Yirong shook his head, uncertain, "It should not be her who killed the child."

A sharp light flashed in Qin Ruan’s eyes, "Then it was a living burial?"

"No, the child is already dead." Huo Yirong showed some regret.

Before Qin Ruan could speak, he told what he knew: "Su Jingshu divorced the Huo Family because of this child, who was only three or four months old at the time.

The child was taken out of Su Jingshu’s belly, it was miraculous if he could survive. He was taken care of in the Su Family’s medical facility with the most sophisticated equipment. Now he has reached full term and could be taken out of the incubator as long as he grows a bit more.

But last night, he stopped breathing. When Nangong Chang breathed his last, the child also stopped breathing."

Qin Ruan’s expression was of deep sorrow. She rubbed her fingers, analyzing, "Then it is not Su Jingshu’s fault."

A defeated look appeared on Huo Yirong’s handsome face.

He was holding his forehead, pressing hard on the temples. "I’m not sure if Su Jingshu did something behind the scene. On the surface, the child’s incident is not her doing, but I always feel it’s related to her."

Qin Ruan was puzzled. "Even if Su Jingshu did it, why should you blame yourself, brother?"

Yes, Huo Yirong was blaming himself.

His expression, his uncertain attitude, all stemmed from the guilt he felt for the child’s death.

Huo Yirong opened his mouth, saying in a hoarse voice: "The child has always been well hidden by Su Jingshu. It was me who brought the child out from the dark.

I’m afraid that Su Jingshu couldn’t tolerate him and got rid of him because of this, if that’s true, wouldn’t I have become an accomplice."

Qin Ruan could understand him. It was indeed hard to clear things up in such a situation.

She spoke softly, "Even a ferocious tiger will not eat its cubs. No matter how cruel Su Jingshu is, she won’t do this."

Huo Yirong cast a suspicious look. He didn’t quite believe it: "Really?"

In his heart, Su Jingshu could definitely be described as a true femme fatale.

There isn’t anything that this woman cannot do.

He knew his hands were not clean, yet he still couldn’t compare with Su Jingshu’s ruthless and cruel acts that couldn’t stand the light of day.

Recently, this woman has been his nemesis!

This was the first time Qin Ruan saw such a violent and distressed side of Huo Yirong.

His face was so gloomy that it was frightening, and he couldn’t hide his inner guilt.

Qin Ruan could only try to comfort him: "Brother, you are overthinking it. Su Jingshu would not kill her child."

Huo Yirong looked at Qin Ruan, "Are you sure?"

He could not tolerate having the blood of a child on his hands.

Qin Ruan hooked the corner of her lips, her soft voice carrying a convincing power: "Nangong Family’s life was up, that child was not supposed to be in this world. He lived a few more months because of Su Jingshu’s good fortune."

At these words, Huo Yirong inexplicably believed Qin Ruan.

His tense body fully relaxed as he leaned on the sofa.

He muttered, "The child is innocent."

He could torment a traitor to the point they prefer death over living, and without even blinking an eye, he could harvest the life of anyone who posed a threat to the Huo Family.

But he absolutely cannot harm an innocent life.

Qin Ruan’s words moved the huge boulder on his heart with surprising ease.

The post-disaster Huo Yirong, relaxed a lot accordingly.

His voice returned to its natural calm, asking Qin Ruan who sat next to him, "How is my younger brother, is he feeling a little better?"