Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 663: Mr. Huo, the Fu Family’s lady is not suitable for you

Chapter 663: Chapter 663: Mr. Huo, the Fu Family’s lady is not suitable for you

However, the many advantages Fu Qiyue spoke of stirred intrigue in Huo Yirong’s expression.

He lifted his gaze, observing Fu Qiyue’s delicate face, and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Oh? Do tell, what benefits do I have?"

Never in all these years had a woman been so straightforward and offered him so many benefits.

While it was amusingly absurd, it also brought a sense of freshness.

Fu Qiyue, like a desperate soul clutching at a life-saving straw, hastily voiced her stance, "I won’t cause problems in your household, no matter what you do outside, I won’t nag at you. If you like someone else, I can step aside at any time!"

Upon hearing this, the corner of Huo Yirong’s lips twitched.

He wasn’t sure whether to call this girl naive or overly calculating.

There were numerous women who wanted to marry him. In the Capital City- whether it’s their background or looks- it wasn’t hard to find a woman who was well-behaved, sensible, and understanding.

"Well, Miss Fu the forth, you haven’t even married into the Huo Family yet, but you already know how to secure your position as Madam Huo?"

A mocking voice filled with disdain resounded.

Fu Qiyue’s voice was loud, her desperate words just now were heard clearly by those standing nearby.

The source of the voice was Su Jingshu, who was slowly approaching them.

Fu Qiyue turned her gaze, looking at the woman in a cheongsam, emanating an aura of bookish charm.

She didn’t know Su Jingshu, but she could deduce from her words that she was being mocked. She didn’t know what to say in return.

Fu Yueyuan knew Su Jingshu. The seemingly harmless woman actually had ruthless methods and commanded a certain degree of authority in the Su Family.

If she were a man, she would certainly be among the outstanding young men of the aristocratic families in Capital City.

With Su Jingshu’s current identity, there would not be much difference, as the Su Family was entirely under her control.

As long as she remains single, she would forever be the leader of the Su Family,

Huo Yirong’s piercing gaze shot towards Su Jingshu. His lips tightened in dissatisfaction, his body language exuding rejection.

The latter seemed oblivious to his unwelcoming demeanor, raising her glass towards Huo Yirong, "Second Master Huo."

Huo Yirong replied without a trace of emotion, "As I recall, I said to stay out of my sight."

It was as though Su Jingshu had forgotten the memory of kneeling before him, begging for mercy.

She feigned innocence, "I have no choice. Our circles are small, and we are bound to run into each other. Do you expect me not to step out of my own house?"

Huo Yirong stared at her coldly.

Su Jingshu retracted her cup, taking a sip.

Her eyes, filled with sharpness and curiosity, scrutinized Fu Qiyue.

Fu Qiyue was also watching Su Jingshu.

This woman was beautiful, her eyes were attractive, and her nose was straight. Her temperament and aura were splendid.

Su Jingshu walked up to Fu Qiyue, extending her hand, "Miss Fu the forth, nice to meet you. I am Second Master’s former fiancée, Su Jingshu."

This impactful introduction made Fu Qiyue feel traced with embarrassment.

Compared to her earlier impulsive act of throwing herself into Huo Yirong’s arms, this was much more humiliating.

In an attempt to shrug off this discomfort, she disentangled her hand from Huo Yirong’s grip, awkwardly responded, "...Nice to meet you."

Even though Miss Fu the forth was slightly naive, she was not an idiot. She could feel the hostility radiating from Su Jingshu.

Huo Yirong frowned, as he watched his hand being freed from her grip, his displeasure apparent.

Fu Yueyuan heard the whispers among the crowd, he suggested to Huo Yirong, "Second Master, shall we move somewhere else to talk?"

This time, Huo Yirong did not oppose. He nodded, his face nowhere near pleasant.

Fu Yueyuan patted his daughter’s shoulder: "Yueyue, be good and wait in the rest room. I’ll pacify the guests, and join you shortly."

"Okay."

Fu Qiyue had done the most outrageous thing in her life. Despite the awkwardness and unease, she held her head high, walking lightly towards the resting room.

Having been raised in a prestigious family, her manners and deportment were qualities nurtured since early childhood. Even in the face of humiliation, she had to maintain the last shred of dignity.

Huo Yirong did not follow immediately. He walked up to Su Jingshu, warning her in a hushed tone, "Su Jingshu, don’t push my limits."

Su Jingshu glanced at him, uttering with a smirk, "Second Master, do you actually intend to marry that immature girl from Fu Family?"

Huo Yirong’s profound gaze pierced into her, his expression contemptuous, "What’s wrong with being young?"

"Indeed, all men are fond of young ladies."

"Are you any different? Is there any man around you who is older than you?"

"Well, it seems we’re kindred spirits then."

Huo Yirong furrowed his brow, his eyes filled with gloom: "Get lost."

He didn’t want to waste his time arguing with Su Jingshu over meaningless things.

Su Jingshu’s smile faded slightly: "Master Huo, if you’re in need of an ornament, the lady from Fu family is not suitable for you."

Huo Yirong scoffed: "If she’s not suitable for you, does that make her suitable for me?"

Su Jingshu dispelled her lips into a smile, her charm blooming like a flower.

Her smile was clean and simple.

It had a tranquil and peaceful quality to it, full of scholarly temperament.

Su Jingshu remained silent, her expression and eyes revealing more than words could.

"Hmph!" Huo Yirong sneered coldly.

He reached out to hold Su Jingshu’s chin, his voice chilling: "You? I’m afraid my belongings would be too much for you to handle."

Su Jingshu’s smile faded, her eyebrows knitting together: "Master Huo, when did you become so sharp-tongued?

We’re both wise individuals. Who is cleaner than whom? Are you still a virgin now?"

Does this man actually think she yearns for his touch?

Huo Yirong released Su Jingshu’s chin, his gaze mocking as he disdainfully looked at her.

"That’s not it, I just have a preference for cleanliness."

Being a virgin might be an overstatement. Although I’ve never engaged in it, I’ve been served by others.

Those of our background would explore in every way when we come of age.

The trials of beauty are also part of the lessons.

Su Jingshu twitched as if treading on her tail, her gracious demeanor sharpened.

She retaliated against Huo Yirong: "Huh! You make it sound so noble. Men can have their fun, but women are ostracized when they do? Why can men freely indulge, yet women must adhere to their roles?

When women want to play up their own value and charm, they surpass men. We’re not all ’clean’ people, Master Huo, why bother splitting hairs?"

Huo Yirong laughed in response, his eyes appreciating her in a new light due to Su Jingshu’s tirade.

That’s why the Su family has been pushing boundaries, and the Huo family has been turning a blind eye until things occasionally get out of hand, at which point they administer small punishments as deterrents.

The Su Family is more stable in Su Jingshu’s hands than it was in her father’s.

It’s a shame this woman wasn’t born a man.

But that doesn’t mean he could accept Su Jingshu as his wife.

It’s not a matter of controlling her, but rather not wanting to be entangled with her.

The fleeting fondness he once had for her vanished completely when she got involved with the Nangong family.

Huo Yirong took out a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping the hand that had touched Su Jingshu’s chin.

With a scornful look in his eyes, he said slowly: "Su Jingshu, you can play around with anyone. Your mistake was to openly betray your vows instead of keeping them in the dark, and particularly doing so with Nangong Chang."

The fact that Su Jingshu cheated on him while they were engaged and made a complete public spectacle of it was how their engagement ended.

Nangong Chang was known for his sordid ways and manipulative tactics.

Every woman who left his hands was ruined.

He could marry any woman, but Su Jingshu was the exception.

The anger on Su Jingshu’s face faded to an air of nonchalance at his words.

She raised her glass towards Huo Yirong: "Then here’s a toast to your future conquests, Master Huo."

Huo Yirong nodded slightly, his good upbringing made him accept this half-hearted toast.

Su Jingshu didn’t even drink to her own toast before turning to leave.

She cast a scornful glance towards the lady of the Fu family standing at the door of the rest area, her face revealing a malicious intent.