Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 660: Mr. Huo the Second, and Miss Fu the Fourth First Met

Chapter 660: Chapter 660: Mr. Huo the Second, and Miss Fu the Fourth First Met

"Here we are!"

Upon hearing Qin Ruan’s call, Rong Jing answered without lifting his head.

He was looking at the photos he had just taken with Xia Yunchen, a smile plastered on his face.

Before leaving, he waved to Xia Yunchen who was standing in place, not even sparing him a glance.

Rong Jing walked up to her and Qin Ruan saw him still flipping through the group photo with Xia Yunchen: "Are you a fan of Xia Yunchen too?"

"Me?" Rong Jing looked up, his eyes showing surprise, and then shook his head with a smile: "These photos are for my future girlfriends to see. Among them, there are eight out of ten who like Xia Yunchen."

Knowing the purpose of his group photo with Xia Yunchen, Qin Ruan rolled her eyes disapprovingly.

She said coldly, "I am leaving now, just letting you know. See you later."

Rong Jing put away his phone: "Okay, I’ll walk you out."

"No need, you stay. You can go back and take more photos with Xia Yunchen, maybe even ask for some autographed ones."

Rong Jing stood in place, hesitated for a moment: "Good idea!"

Within a few seconds of hesitation, he agreed with Qin Ruan’s suggestion.

Qin Ruan left with a shake of her head and a smile, thinking to herself that it was rare for such a fickle Rong Jing to show such interest in girls.

Men and women in the dating scene are nothing but selfish and lustful."Realm of the Sea King" is beyond her understanding.

Lin Hao and Huo Qiang followed behind Qin Ruan, their eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Not until they escorted her to the vehicle of the Huo Family did they let their guard down.

Qin Ruan got into the car and leaned lazily against the back of the seat, taking out her phone from her bag.

It was ten-thirty at night.

She wondered if Yirong had gone to bed yet.

Qin Ruan dialed the number of the Champs Elysées Manor.

The call was answered within a few seconds.

"Hello, this is the Champs Elysées Manor."

Recognizing the voice of the servant, Qin Ruan asked, "Has Yirong gone to bed?"

Servant: "Madam, Yirong went upstairs after dinner. He didn’t say not to be disturbed."

Qin Ruan asked again: "Are the lights still on upstairs?"

The servant paused before saying, "Yes, they are."

"I see, I’m headed back now. I’m a bit hungry; have the kitchen make some porridge."

"Madam, Yirong has already given instructions to the kitchen. It will be ready when you arrive."

Hearing this, Qin Ruan laughed.

With a gentle smile spreading across her full cheeks, she said, "Understood."

Hanging up the call, Qin Ruan tilted her head to look at the scenery outside the car window.

The car had already driven away from the Fu Mansion, speeding down the wide road.

The neon lights outside the car cast a clear, gentle glow on Qin Ruan’s clean and harmless smile.

At the Fu Mansion.

Huo Yirong didn’t have time to send Qin Ruan off, indeed, he had been held up.

Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say, he had found a new source of amusement.

Let’s rewind to an hour ago.

While Qin Ruan was in the VIP room, Huo Yirong and Lu Han went to see the head of the Fu Family, Fu Yueyuan.

After some polite greetings with the old fox, Fu Yueyuan had someone invite his youngest daughter.

Lu Han, knowing that the old Huo patriarch was trying to set up Huo Yirong with the fourth Miss Fu, very wisely excused himself and left.

Huo Yirong stood in place, his expression unchanged.

Fu Yueyuan gave a friendly smile: "Mr. Huo Yirong, Qiyue will be here in a moment. Shall we go to the lounge and take a seat?"

"No need." Huo Yirong declined. He looked around the hall and pointed to a corner where there was a lounge area: "Let’s just go there."

Having said that, he started to walk away first.

Fu Yueyuan stayed where he was, hesitated for a moment, then followed.

The two sat in the rest area, observing the jovial atmosphere in the banquet hall.

Soon, a maid from the Fu Family brought over a young lady who was dressed in a dark green cheongsam.

She was a fine lady, graceful and elegant, with a blossoming smile that showcased her refined beauty.

The sleeveless cheongsam made the young woman all the more charming, with its slit revealing her perfect curves.

Huo Yirong held his wine glass lightly, eyeing the approaching woman, his grip tightened slightly.

Such a beauty, it was unavoidable for the second master Huo to compare her with his younger sister.

Qin Ruan, due to her pregnancy, had a plump face that was no longer as soft and tender as when they first met.

Nevertheless, as a beauty, she remained elegant and lovely during her pregnancy.

She was a creator of life, projecting the most beautiful side of a woman.

Yet the young lady before his eyes, though beautiful, lacked the charm that Qin Ruan had - the innocence beneath the wildness.

Fu Yueyuan saw his daughter approaching and quickly stood up to greet her.

He took Fu Qiyue’s hand and walked to Huo Yirong, introducing with a big smile, "Yueyue, this is the second young master Huo."

Fu Qiyue’s clear and bright eyes were fixed on Huo Yirong who was sitting on the sofa.

The latter was leaning back lazily against the backrest, the hand holding the wine glass somewhat placed on the armrest.

His deep eyes, resembling cold pools of water, locked onto Fu Qiyue’s clear ones.

Master Huo with his handsome and mature features revealed a frivolous smile: "Miss Fu, the fourth."

His eyes regarded Fu Qiyue as if he were examining a piece of merchandise.

A faint surprise flashed across Fu Qiyue’s face, but she quickly concealed it.

She lowered her head shyly, showing her elegant neck, and whispered a greeting, "Master Huo."

Before coming to Capital City, Fu Qiyue had been instructed by her family on her manners when encountering anyone from the Huo Family.

Although she, as a young mistress of the Fu Family, was of the same generation as Master Huo, she couldn’t avoid calling Huo Yirong "Master".

Huo Yirong’s finger tapped lightly on his wine glass, the sound quietly drowned out by the murmur of the banquet hall.

His deep eyes swept over Fu Qiyue, his eyebrows arched high as he looked her up and down with the same frivolous gaze of assessing a product.

Fu Yueyuan, standing next to Miss Fu, frowned in displeasure at the sight.

His little girl was his most treasured jewel, even more so than his two sons at home.

Sensing her father’s disapproval, Fu Qiyue gently squeezed his hand.

Huo Yirong noticed this small action and his expression turned playful.

Instantly, his eyes squinted slightly, his reserved chin lifting a little, addressed Fu Qiyue in a commanding tone, "Lift up your head."

Fu Qiyue slowly raised her eyes to meet Huo Yirong’s aggressive gaze.

Subconsciously, she tensed up, a vague sense of threat making her instinctively wary of this man.

Huo Yirong did not miss her nervousness and rejection, his voice still carried the same frivolous tone: "How old are you?"

"Twenty-one."

Fu Qiyue lowered her eyes again, not daring to look directly into these wolf-like eyes.

Huo Yirong slightly furrowed his brows, his face showing a look of profound meaning.

He gave a noncommittal chuckle and handed his wine glass backwards.

The Hidden Guard from the Huo Family, who had been following him, stepped forward to take it.

Seeing the Master’s hand still extended in mid-air, the Hidden Guard pulled out a packet of cigarettes and an exquisite world-class lighter with a V symbol from his pocket.

Huo Yirong took the cigarette and lighter, crossed his knees, his posture became a bit more formal.

Fu Qiyue was still a twenty-one-year-old girl, and he was not planning to make her uncomfortable.

He put a cigarette to his lips, lit it, and the swirling smoke slowly drifted in the air.