Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 662: Second Master, I beg you, marry me!

Chapter 662: Chapter 662: Second Master, I beg you, marry me!

Fu Qiyue’s evasive look was noticed by Huo Yirong.

This girl seems to be a bit too naïve.

There are signs of her being overprotected. The daughter raised by the Fu family is unlike the ladies born into various families in the Capital City.

Representatives like Su Jingshu and Xiao Wenrou, on the other hand, are all two-faced, with cunning minds.

Huo Yirong’s lips curled up, and he asked Fu Yueyuan, "With such an incident happening to young master Fu, hasn’t the Fu Family Head invited Master Hui Cheng from Nanyin Temple to see him?"

A troubled and saddened look crossed Fu Yueyuan’s face. "We have contacted him, but at the earliest, Master Hui Cheng will only be able to arrive tomorrow afternoon."

On hearing this, Huo Yirong scoffed aloud. "For such a trivial matter, Master Ling Xuzi from the Spiritual Mountain Gate could solve it. I’ll help you connect with him later."

The marriage between the Fu and Xiao families couldn’t be solely based on the words of the Fu family father and daughter.

Huo Yirong didn’t believe their words. He only believed what he saw with his own eyes.

And no one could force him into marriage unless he was willing.

Back then, his grandfather had only proposed an alliance through marriage with the Fu family. The result would depend on his preferences.

Fu Yueyuan’s face was complicated: "Well, if that’s the case, it’s good."

He did not know whether he should be relieved or more nervous.

Huo Yirong curled his lips and walked past the father-daughter duo.

Just then, he came across Lu Yichen who had come looking for him.

"Second master, our junior sister is about to leave."

Huo Yirong looked behind him but didn’t see Qin Ruan’s figure: "Where is she?"

Lu Yichen: "Outside."

Thinking that he had promised to send Qin Ruan back safely when he arrived, Huo Yirong hastened his steps to leave.

Lu Yichen led the way ahead.

Just then, a petite figure rushed towards Huo Yirong.

Out from the corner of his eye he saw the figure clad in green.

Huo Yirong could easily dodge and leave her lunging at thin air.

However, those clear and bright eyes flash across his mind.

With only a moment’s hesitation, Fu Qiyue had already thrown herself into Huo Yirong’s arms.

"Yueyue!"

The alarmed exclamation from Fu Yueyuan came from his left.

The loudness of his voice attracted the attention of everyone in the banquet hall.

Huo Yirong gave a stifled groan, struggling to suppress his discomfort.

The girl in his arms had come with such force that she struck him in a private area, causing him some pain.

The pain caused lord Huo to bend over slightly, the Fu Qiyue in his arms bending over with him.

This position made it seem like they were engaged in an intimate kiss to the others.

Huo Yirong tried to pull the girl away, but Fu Qiyue was tightly clinging to his waist.

Looking down at Fu Qiyue, his eyes shimmered with an unsettling glint, his gaze sharp and intimidating.

Meeting his cold stare, Fu Qiyue’s heart was filled with apprehension.

All her courage at that moment seemed like a harsh reprimand, making her shiver from head to toe, as though she had been doused from head to toe with icy water.

Remembering her pitiful elder brother, her third brother who was seldom at home, and her second brother who died before adulthood, Fu Qiyue gathered the courage that had been shattered under Huo Yirong’s stern gaze again.

With her eyes shut, she cried out as if she had decided to brave the consequences, "Lord Huo, when are we getting engaged?"

The already silent hall fell into an even more profound silence at Fu Qiyue’s words.

Huo Yirong’s deep, gloomy eyes were focused on the girl in his arms, taking in her nervousness, righteousness, and panic.

His anger turning into laughter, he straightened up despite gritting his teeth.

Under the gaze of everyone, Huo Yirong leaned closer to Fu Qiyue.

As he was getting closer, Fu Qiyue opened her terrified eyes.

With his handsome face near, she widened her eyes in shock, "You... you..."

A complete sentence couldn’t even pass her lips before they were sealed by a set of cold lips.

Huo Yirong bit through Fu Qiyue’s lips like a blade.

This act was an exercise of one-sided revenge without feelings or desire.

An ironic snort escaped Huo Yirong’s lips, which tasted of blood and rust. He slowly lifted his head, revealing a smear of vibrant red on his thin lips.

Fu Qiyue was so angry she puffed up her face, the look in her eyes not one of haze experienced after a kiss, but full of unwilling anger.

In contrast, Young Master Huo, with a touch of red on his pale lips, oozed faint charm.

The blood on his lips, which belonged to Fu Qiyue, made him look like a vampire stepped out of an ancient painting.

Lu Yichen’s mouth hung open as he watched in utter disbelief.

Huo Yirong looked up and glanced at the spectators in the banquet hall.

Curiosity was evident in their eyes, and they seemed captivated by the strange spectacle.

Huo Yirong looked down again, his cold gaze making Fu Qiyue shiver.

Fu Qiyue felt danger approach.

She loosened her tight grip on his waist, ready to escape, but was held fast.

Young Master Huo leaned to her ear, his voice cold as a blade: "Darling, there’s no rush to get married. We’ll wait till my grandfather returns from abroad. He needs to give his approval in person."

Although his voice was low, it reverberated clearly in the ears of all those in the crowd.

He looked up, his eyes full of smiles as they focused on Fu Qiyue; he looked innocently happy.

Onlookers would have thought he was smitten with Miss Fu.

Only the two of them knew it was all a facade.

His firm grip on her waist caused Fu Qiyue’s eyes to well up.

This man was too despicable; he was practically crushing her waist.

But since she had to rely on him, she didn’t dare to make a scene.

Lowering her voice, Miss Fu pleaded weakly with Huo Yirong, "Please let go of me!"

"When you threw yourself at me earlier, I didn’t see you letting go of me," Huo Yirong retorted nonchalantly, exploring her waist with his hand.

This delicate waist, upon his palm, tempted him.

Upon remembering her initial objective, Miss Fu’s delicate face, nurtured in the southern Watertown, began to look anxious.

She grabbed Huo Yirong’s sleeve, stammering, "My big brother cannot marry Miss Xiao, really! Young Master, I beg you, marry me instead!"

Once again displaying that righteous and self-sacrificial demeanor.

Huo Yirong furrowed his brows, released Fu Qiyue’s waist, and pushed her away.

His handsome face was cold as he replied, "I can’t make decisions for your brother."

Fu Qiyue held onto his hand, ignoring the strange gazes from around her.

Nobody else could hear their conversation.

But she was still afraid of the embarrassment, and in a low voice, she appealed, "Young Master, if my big brother marries Miss Xiao, he will die, and Miss Xiao will also die! Please, marry me instead. I won’t create any trouble for you. I’ll stay quiet and cause no trouble.

The Fu family don’t have big ambitions. We only want a place to live peacefully in Capital City..."

"Yueyue, stop it!"

Fu Yueyuan, standing nearby, could not bear to listen any longer.

If he continued to stand by and watch, this little girl would spill all of their family secrets.

He stepped forward to pull his sister away from Huo Yirong.

However, Fu Qiyue held onto Huo Yirong’s hand tightly.

"Young Master, you’ll gain a lot from marrying me!" she said.

Huo Yirong looked down at the girl’s delicate white hand clinging to him. Despite Fu Yueyuan’s attempts to pull her away, she continued to hold his hand tight.

She was indeed tenacious, carrying on solely for the sake of the eldest son of the Fu family.