Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 679: The King who Controls the Power of Life and Death

Chapter 679: Chapter 679: The King who Controls the Power of Life and Death

After Huo Yunjiao finished speaking, she didn’t hear any response from Qin Ruan, so she looked down to check on her.

She found that the young girl had her eyes closed, already asleep.

Her breathing had even become steady.

She fell asleep quickly.

A hand as white as jade reached out to adjust Qin Ruan’s blanket.

Master Huo held her and the blanket in his arms, slowly closing his eyes.

A moment later, he opened his eyes again and gently kissed the corner of Qin Ruan’s lips.

It was very gentle, a kiss devoid of any passion or desire.

He held Qin Ruan’s hand, embracing her into his chest. He held her in a dominant manner.

In the quiet room, a sigh echoed.

...

The next day.

When Qin Ruan got up and came downstairs, she found out Huo Yirong had already left, and Master Huo was nowhere to be seen.

She asked Huo Qiang and found out that there was a remote international conference for the HEA Group today.

She didn’t bother them, finished her breakfast, and then tucked herself on the sofa in the living room, surfing the internet near the fireplace.

Around ten in the morning, she received a call from Qiao Nanyuan.

Lingfeng and Lan An had been brought to Capital City by him and they had just gotten off the highway.

Qin Ruan turned to look out the window, it had snowed lightly last night.

The weather outside was still gloomy.

They say it’s not cold when it’s snowing, but it is when the snow melts.

Qin Ruan didn’t feel like going out, so she told Qiao Nanyuan to bring Lingfeng and Lan An directly to Champs Elysees Manor.

After she hung up the phone, she got up and went upstairs.

Huo Qiang was guarding the door of the study. When he saw Qin Ruan coming, he bowed slightly, "Madam."

Qin Ruan stopped, asking, "Has Master completed his task yet?"

"Not yet, the master said that when you arrived, you could come in directly."

"I have a matter to discuss with Master."

Huo Qiang turned and opened the door quietly.

Qin Ruan stepped into the study.

Master was sitting at his desk, his deep eyes appear indiscernible on his composed and handsome face.

His slightly long hair was scattered across his forehead, along with the gold-framed glasses on his nose, gave off an aura of elegance and degenerate gentleman.

This charming quality was a side of Master Huo that Qin Ruan seldom saw.

Hearing the door being pushed open, Huo Yunjiao raised his head with a frown, his domineering aura as a leader overflowed.

Seeing Qin Ruan walk in, the storm brewing in his eyes instantly evaporated, and the corners of his mouth hooked into a gentle curve, revealing a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Huo Yunjiao, in his elegant Continental accent, told the dozens of people on the three-sided video screen in front of him that the meeting was temporarily adjourned.

Before receiving a response from everyone, he shut off the video sound, got up and walked towards Qin Ruan.

"Why are you here? Is something wrong?"

Huo Yunjiao knew Qin Ruan well; if she didn’t have anything important, knowing what he was doing, she wouldn’t have bothered him rashly.

Qin Ruan stood in the center of the study and did not come any closer.

Looking at Master, with his warm and handsome face walking towards her, Qin Ruan was still stuck on his sudden change of expression when he saw her.

In front of her, Master always appeared refined and gentle, seemingly good-natured.

Yet, just now, she clearly felt the powerful oppression and intimidation emanating from him.

This was rarely seen from him, and even when it occasionally leaked, it would quickly be retracted.

Huo Yunjiao came to Qin Ruan’s side, holding her hand and walking towards the relaxation area of the study.

Qin Ruan stood still and said coldly, "Master, I’m meeting a few friends today. I didn’t want to go out because of the melting snow, so I invited them here directly."

Huo Yunjiao laughed softly, "Is that even a problem, young lady? Do you really see me as your guardian, needing to notify me when you meet a few friends?"

"Don’t talk nonsense." Qin Ruan felt inexplicably embarrassed.

The word ’guardian’ inevitably caused one’s thoughts to wander.

Seeing her expression, Huo Yunjiao said seriously, "Ruanruan, Champs Elysees is also your home. You can do anything you want as long as it doesn’t threaten your safety. You don’t need to inform me."

Qin Ruan retorted stubbornly, "I just came to tell you, don’t think too much into it."

She let go of Master’s hand and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute—"

Huo Yunjiao quickly caught up to Qin Ruan, holding her hand, "This morning, your elder brother Jingcen called. I answered it for you. Call him back when you have time."

Qin Ruan hadn’t been in contact with her home in the past few days. Her father and elder brother must be worried about her.

She nodded, "I see, you should continue your meeting."

"Arrange for the servants to prepare some refreshments for the guests so as not to neglect them."

"Sure—"

Qin Ruan left the study, gently closing the door behind her.

After she left, Huo Yunjiao’s gentle and handsome face faded, his expression becoming stern.

He turned around, his steps filled with a killer vibe, and returned to his desk.

The video conference had been paused for several minutes yet none of the participants dared to act rashly.

They waited patiently like school children for the arrival of the third master.

Huo Yunjiao took his seat, his cold gaze sweeping over the people displayed on the three screens in front of him. He began speaking fluently in Continental Territory languages.

His voice was low and menacing; he was clearly angry.

His deep, impenetrable black eyes, and the simmering rage within, were enough to intimidate anyone.

Third Master was angry because of some bad news he received this morning.

The Huo Family’s operations in Fuluo Country had been caught in a local conflict, resulting in significant losses.

Their local research facility had been bombed, causing the Huo family to suffer losses in the billions.

Some of their biomedical research projects required local resources from Fuluo Country.

Recently, some critically important project data had been lost from their facility.

The data and lost specimens from the project were even more valuable than the billion-dollar research facility itself.

The meeting was discussing this matter, and the local team in charge from Fuluo Country was also present at the meeting.

Huo Yirong sat sternly in HEA Group’s office glaring angrily at the screen filled with faces.

They were analysing the incident, trying to find out which power was behind it.

As everyone argued, passing blame onto one another, the normally stoic face of Master Huo became even more dangerous.

His eyebrows knotted in displeasure, his eyes glittered with a frightening, ruthless light.

Amid the ongoing quarrel, his eerily low voice echoed out.

"The damage has been done, and the Huo family can let it go. However, we must find the lost research data at all costs. Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we need to get them back!"

Everyone was silent, looking fearfully at Master Huo’s cold and handsome face on the screens.

Although his face remained expressionless, everyone could sense his displeasure.

The way his eyebrows were furrowed, his lips made a cold line, and the fierce light in his eyes—every detail affirmed his identity.

Master Huo, the new leader of the Huo family.

He was the king who controlled everyone’s life and death.

Huo Yirong’s lazy voice chimed in: "I suggest you do some actual work instead of trying to pass the buck. The Huo family only wants the data and specimens from the lost project..."

...

Downstairs.

As the servants prepared the tea and refreshments, Qiao Nanyuan, Lingfeng, and Lan An were led by the hidden guards into the living room.

Qin Ruan was waiting inside to greet them, and thanked Qiao Nanyuan who was leading the way: "Thank you for making this trip, Uncle Qiao."

"This is nothing."

Qiao Nanyuan seemed to be in good spirits.

Qin Ruan’s gaze swept over Lingfeng and Lan An standing behind him.

Both of them had flawless looks, so gorgeous that it was almost unreal.

Lingfeng was dressed in modern attire, her long hair tied up with a hairpin.

She had a graceful figure and elegant posture that oozed ancient charm.

She stepped forward and greeted Qin Ruan: "Miss Qin."

"Lingfeng, we meet again."

Qin Ruan’s tone was casual, not overly friendly.

Her gaze then fell upon Lan An, standing next to Qiao Nanyuan.

The latter’s exquisite face was as cold as ice, showing no emotion.

Just like Lingfeng, his long hair was held up by a white jade hairpin.

Lan An stood next to Lingfeng and looked at Qin Ruan with a faint smile, despite his expressionless face. The smile, though faint, emitted an enchanting charm.

Qin Ruan found herself involuntarily staring at Lan An’s excessively refined face. The more she looked at it, the more puzzled she became.

Lan An gave her an extremely familiar feeling, as if she had seen him somewhere before.

However, Qin Ruan was quite sure that she had never met Lan An before.

Back in Cloud City on Qi Mountain, she learned about Lan An through Lingfeng due to her unique abilities.

She remembered a phrase, "We meet for the first time but feel like old friends." No phrase was more apt than this to describe her feelings for Lan An.

Lan An wrapped his arm around Lingfeng’s shoulder and examined Qin Ruan with his eyes, which brimmed with a mixture of curiosity and undefined complexity.

Qin Ruan chuckled and asked, "Do you recognize me?"

Extending his hand in a modern manner, Lan An greeted Qin Ruan: "Miss Qin, nice to meet you."

Qin Ruan got it.

The person before him didn’t know her. He must have learned about her from Lingfeng.

She smiled, stretching out her hand in greeting: "Hello."

Their hands met, and quickly parted.

Qin Ruan led the three to the guest room.

Only Qiao Nanyuan partook in the tea and refreshments brought by the servants.

Lingfeng and Lan An did not touch them.

Qin Ruan sat across from them, playing with two pieces of deadwood in her hands.