Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 731: Lord Huo’s Online Outburst, Cruel and Cold

Chapter 731: Chapter 731: Lord Huo’s Online Outburst, Cruel and Cold

The whispers of agony echoed through the water in the lily pool, slamming into the ears of the newly arrived Huo family of four.

Huo Yirong’s handsome face showed cruel and gloomy expressions, a sense of bloodthirsty coldness arising from it.

It was as if he genuinely wished to send the person in his grip to their doom, the veins on the back of his hand bulged, demonstrating ruthless indifference.

The individual firmly held underwater by Huo Yirong, their hands grasping the rim of the tank, showed absolutely no fight back.

Their grasping hands, pressed firmly against the edge of the lily pool, showed increasing effort and the tips of their fingers bloomed with red.

Within sight of the crowd, the pair of hands slowly loosened their grip.

Clearly, the individual submerged in the water was on the verge of giving up.

They were but a step away from asphyxia and drowning.

Upon witnessing this, Huo Anqi’s eyes were quickly covered by his father’s hand.

With an irked furrow of his brow, he said in a gruff voice, "What is going on?"

On hearing his younger brother’s voice, Huo Yirong’s face took a nonchalant appearance.

He let go of the person he had been holding, casually tossing them to the ground. The corners of his ruthless mouth curved into a slight smile.

"Younger brother and sister have arrived."

Huo Yirong accepted a hand towel from a nearby Hidden Guard and began to wipe his powerfully strong, pronounced knuckles.

Huo Anqi’s eyes were uncovered and his father once again questioned him in a deep voice, "What are you up to?"

Huo Yirong replied casually, "Just teaching a disobedient subordinate a lesson."

Qin Ruan, holding Huo Yao and squeezing his small hand, realized he wasn’t scared by the scene in front of them, and so her heart began to slowly relax.

Her gaze fell on the individual dumped on the floor by Huo Yirong.

She had originally thought it to be a weak man, but to her surprise it was a short-haired woman.

The woman lay battered on the ground, gasping for air, her face ashen with a tinge of fear of death.

Yet, she quickly shivered to her feet, knelt respectfully at Huo Yirong’s feet, and showed a posture of submissive humility.

As Qin Ruan watched, her expression remained calm, unfazed.

The Hidden Guards of the Huo family were at their core, humble and loyal; they had been ingrained with this servitude from a young age.

Huo Yirong walked up to them as if nothing had happened and began to play with Huo Anqi held in his brother’s arms.

Huo Anqi really liked his uncle, he stretched out his little arms towards him, asking to be held.

Huo Yirong cradled him in his arms, his smile affectionate: "Anqi missed me, didn’t he?"

Huo Anqi’s father said expressionlessly, "Both kids wanted to see you."

On hearing this, Huo Yirong’s smile broadened.

He not only took Huo Anqi into his arms but also approached Qin Ruan to take Huo Yao.

Qin Ruan passed the child over to him without hesitation.

With both kids in his arms, Huo Yirong’s heart melted.

His softness for the boys evident, "You two rascals are quite a handful. Come, let’s play with something interesting!"

He carried the children, carefully setting them down in front of the couch.

He then placed the weapons, with yet to be attached magazines, on the table in front of Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, one for each.

Seeing the black weapon radiate a cold intent, Huo Yao and Huo Anqi grasped it tightly, curiously exploring it, seemingly infatuated.

Qin Ruan stepped closer and disapprovingly said, "Brother Rong, they’re just children. Don’t give them dangerous things to play with."

Huo Yirong casually replied, "There’s no magazine attached, what could possibly be dangerous?"

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi were clearly enamored with their new toy.

The two little guys, concentrating on their examination, bore smiles on their innocent faces.

Qin Ruan looked at the magazines on the table. Confirming there was nothing dangerous present and seeing how much the kids enjoyed it, she swallowed her words.

Huo Anqi’s father next moved to Huo Yirong’s side, his eyes menacingly glaring at the short-haired woman knelt on the ground, and asked in a deep voice, "What’s going on here?"

Huo Qiang replied respectfully, "She emerged from second master’s room this morning. In the afternoon, the second master summoned her and without another word, resorted to violence."

The implication was, he didn’t know what was going on either.

Third Master Huo asked, "Why did she come out from my second brother’s room? What happened yesterday?"

Huo Qiang quickly explained, "Last night, Second Master went to his appointment at the Fu Family, and when he came back he was drunk and unconscious..."

Second Master Huo’s voice rang out, filled with dissatisfaction and anger, "Huo Qiang!"

His gaze towards Huo Qiang was merciless and cruel, like he was looking at an insignificant insect, and his aura was full of hostility.

It seemed that Huo Qiang had indeed crossed his line.

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, who were playing with their new toy, suddenly looked up in surprise when they heard Huo Yirong’s furious shout.

Qin Ruan reached out and patted their heads, her voice soothing, "It’s okay, go back to playing."

The two children, comforted by their mother’s warmth, lowered their heads again.

Third Master Huo, always the picture of elegance, watched his second brother’s outburst with an indescribable and profound expression on his face.

His cold eyes fell again on the short-haired woman kneeling on the ground, her head lowered, exposing a part of her pale neck.

Her entire body was trembling violently, whether due to the cold from her soaked clothes, or from Huo Yirong’s ferocious roar, couldn’t be said for sure.

Third Master Huo walked closer, his cold voice sounded, "Look up."

Qin Ruan’s gaze followed, her curiosity piqued.

The Short-haired woman slowly lifted her head, revealing stunningly large eyes filled with surprise and unspeakable sorrow.

Her lips were beautiful, as if made for kissing.

Her small, delicate nose was very attractive, her distinctive beauty was very striking, and her neat short hair gave off a rebellious allure.

The woman was beautiful, with a strong personality, and Qin Ruan’s first impression of her was quite favorable.

But the melancholy in her brows and eyes irritates Qin Ruan.

A beauty like her shouldn’t appear so, she should be carefree and unrestricted.

The face reveals the nature of the person.

Upon seeing the short-haired woman’s real face, Third Master Huo’s quiet eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of coldness flashing across them.

His cold voice deepened: "What’s your name?"

The woman respectfully responded: "Third Master, my name is Song Qing."

Surprise flashed through Third Master Huo’s deep eyes: "Song Qing... are you from the Song family?"

Despite the interrogative tone, there was a certainty in his voice.

Song Qing’s gaze was resolute, her voice respectful: "Yes!"

She tilted her head, revealing a suggestive red mark on her neck.

Third Master spotted it, and his expression darkened, his lips slightly pursed, seemingly unhappy.

He gazed deeply at Song Qing, an unmasked chill in his eyes.

Having probably guessed something, Third Master Huo stopped engaging in any further dialogue with Song Qing.

He turned and walked over to Qin Ruan, eyeing Huo Yirong coldly.

Second Master Huo appeared somewhat guilty and touched his nose awkwardly: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

A snort sounded, and Third Master Huo stared at his second brother, his voice deep: "Huo Zhi, take her away."

"Yes, Third Master!"

Huo Zhi walked over to Song Qing: "Sister Qing?"

Song Qing gritted her teeth, and slowly rose from the ground, her legs trembling as she moved towards the door.

With every step, wet spots from her soaked clothes would be left behind.

Huo Zhi stood behind her, following closely, looking worried.

Whenever Song Qing seemed about to stumble and fall, she would step forward to help.

However, Song Qing refused her assistance.

Every time she was about to fall, she would force her overexerted and exhausted body to stagger onwards, gritting her teeth all the while.