Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 735: What are you dawdling for, waiting for me to slap you?

Chapter 735: Chapter 735: What are you dawdling for, waiting for me to slap you?

Qin Ruan’s pleasing gaze very much delighted Master Huo.

His almond-shaped eyes slightly narrowed, fixating on Qin Ruan’s face for a moment.

After a while, he spoke gently, "The woman kneeling outside is Song Qing, her skills are superior to Huo Zhi’s. Would you like her to stay by your side?"

He never expected him to bring up Song Qing.

Subconsciously, Qin Ruan turned to look at Huo Yirong.

His face was calm and unruffled, as if he was indifferent to the matter at hand.

Qin Ruan answered with a delightful smile, "That’s fine, she is a beautiful woman after all."

Her overtly aggressive beauty was such that both men and women couldn’t help but be attracted to her.

Huo Qiang and Huo Zhi, standing not far off, let out a sigh of relief when they heard her agreement.

It seemed that Song Qing had escaped a calamity.

Master Huo asked softly, "When will you set off?"

Qin Ruan glanced at the time and said, "I’ll go back to change first."

"Alright."

Master Huo stood up, picked up Huo Anqi, who was nearest to him, and tossed the weapon in his hand to Huo Yirong, who was lounging on the couch.

Qin Ruan also lifted Huo Yao and similarly took the dangerous weapon from the little one’s hand and placed it back on the table.

Seeing them about to leave, Huo Yirong spoke in a deep voice, "Song Qing broke the rules yesterday. I’ll have a word with her, then I’ll send her to the siblings."

"I’ll wait for her," Qin Ruan indicated her understanding.

The couple left with their children, and upon their departure, Huo Yirong’s face suddenly darkened.

He commanded Huo Zhi, "Have Song Qing come in."

"Yes, Second Master!"

Huo Zhi hasted towards the door.

She ran into Master Huo and Qin Ruan who had stopped at the doorway.

Standing before Song Qing, Qin Ruan looked down at the woman.

Song Qing’s wet hair was frozen, and her soaked training suit had hardened from the cold.

Her moist lashes, individual and distinct, were encased in a thin coating of ice.

The slightly curled lashes shone brilliantly under the sunlight.

Even in such freezing weather, Song Qing was cold to the touch, giving anybody who looked at her the chills.

Qin Ruar held the bundled-up little penguin, Huo Yao, fearing the chill would affect him and handed him over to Master Huo.

She spoke softly, "I want to talk to her for a moment. Master Huo, could you take the child to the car first?"

Master Huo hummed in agreement, his cold gaze flickered towards Song Qing.

He didn’t say anything, but was carrying the two children towards the car they arrived in.

Huo Zhi stepped forward, bowing respectfully to Qin Ruan, "Madam, Second Master ordered me to bring Sister Qing inside."

"Hmm."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ruan approached Song Qing.

"Song Qing, your name implies complicated romantic relationships."

Song Qing was trembling from the intense cold, her pale lips shivered slightly.

She spoke softly, "Lady Huo."

Her voice was shaky, her teeth chattering against each other.

Pity shone in Qin Ruan’s eyes, "Stand up. Come to see me later."

After saying these words, she left without looking back.

Huo Zhi bent down to help Song Qing up from the ground.

Song Qing had been kneeling for over an hour, her clothes were frozen stiff.

As she stood up, her frozen garments made a clear noise, the hardened fabric prickling against her skin underneath.

Supporting her inside, Huo Zhi whispered, "Sister Qing, Master Huo has agreed to take you in. You’re going out with Lady Huo today. So, be obedient and submissive in front of Second Master. Don’t resist any orders."

Song Qing’s pale lips pressed tight.

A deep sorrow crossed her eyes. She had no choice but to comply.

For her pathetic dignity, she had disobeyed her master’s command, which was her gravest mistake.

She thought that even if she could not catch that glimmer of light, she could at least stand close to where it shone brightest.

But never had she expected that while guarding and yearning for that light, she didn’t just have to give her heart, but also surrender her body as a price.

Song Qing concealed the desolation and weakness in her eyes, murmuring in a nearly inaudible voice, "Understood."

She had given in.

If standing closest to the light required surrendering her body, she was willing to pay the price.

Huo Zhi helped Song Qing into the living room, then let go of her arm.

With heavy and stiff steps, Song Qing slowly advanced towards Huo Yirong.

She fell onto her knees, making a dull sound.

"Second Master, I was wrong."

Her voice was respectful, loyal, and submissive.

A derisive laugh rang out. Huo Yirong straightened up, his eyes were filled with fierce killing intent. A heavy oppressive aura emanated from him, intimidating the person in front of him.

He stared at the ambiguous hickey on Song Qing’s neck, a cruel smirk curved on his lips.

A mocking laugh arose, "Song Qing, where is the stubborn spirit from last night that defied my order?"

"I realized my mistake, I dare not do it again."

Other than respect and obedience, there was no other emotion in Song Qing’s voice.

She was like an emotionless robot.

Huo Yirong’s face suddenly darkened, his eyes turning cold as he lifted Song Qing’s chin.

Her pale, bloodless, pretty face came into view.

Her eyes were filled with desolation, as if something had quietly shattered.

Song Qing cast a submissive look at the man in front of her, the bone-deep respect, obedience and servility emanating from her.

The moment she stepped into the Huo Family, she was no longer the young mistress of the Song Family.

She is a hidden guard of the Huo Family, a subordinate who puts her master first.

The loyalty engraved in her bones made her an emotionless cold weapon, offering her body and soul to her master.

Huo Yirong saw the loyalty in her eyes, the frail plea, and suddenly laughed.

His smile was satisfying and brilliant, but it could not hide the evil lurking beneath.

"If we knew this would happen, why did we lose face in front of the Fu Family last night?"

Master Huo released Song Qing’s chin with disdain.

Seeing this, Huo Qiang stepped forward.

He handed a white handkerchief to Huo Yirong.

The latter took the handkerchief and wiped the fingers that had touched Song Qing as if they had touched something filthy.

Huo Yirong’s fingers were beautiful, even with calluses, it was obvious they were well cared for.

He casually tossed the handkerchief on the table in front of him and lifted his foot, adorned in dark blue slippers.

He stretched out his long leg and rested his ankle on Song Qing’s shoulder.

Song Qing, who was already leaning in, was further pressed down by him.

This humiliating act dimmed the light in Song Qing’s eyes.

Her beautiful face turned deadly pale, with a vacant look in her eyes, as if she were dead.

In her years with the Secret Guard Department, Song Qing, despite being a hidden guard, had never been humiliated.

Today, Master Huo intended to crush her pitiful self-esteem and trample it into dust.

Knowing his intentions, how could Song Qing resist?

She no longer resisted, relaxed her body, and knelt in front of Huo Yirong.

The leg on her shoulder pushed down along with her movements.

The slipper on her foot fell beside her as Song Qing pressed down.

"Put it on for me."

The command came from above.

Even though the tone was cold, it sounded arrogant to Song Qing’s ears.

Just like when she was sixteen and first saw the impulsive, wealthy young man.

Song Qing reached out to take the dark blue slipper.

Just as her hand was about to touch the shoe, a ruthless voice sounded again.

"What is that on your hand, it’s filthy. Don’t use your hand."

Song Qing looked at the hand she had extended. There was blood on the back of it.

Thinking back to last night at the Imperial Court Hotel, the incident that interrupted the Fu Family’s banquet for Master Huo, a murderous intent flitted through Song Qing’s eyes.

This was a remnant of her struggle in a stranger’s arms last night.

The scars on the back of her hand, the sting on her neck, were for her markers of shame.

Song Qing slowly withdrew her hands, panic flashing in her eyes.

If she couldn’t use her hands, how was she supposed to put the shoe on for the man in front of her?

"What are you dawdling for, waiting for a slap from me?" A hasty, impatient voice urged her on.

As if understanding something, Song Qing widened her eyes and looked up fiercely, regardless of her status.

Huo Yirong sat leisurely on the couch, his posture careless and casual.

His eyes glowed with a malicious pleasure in humiliation, and his gaze at Song Qing was fierce and ruthless.

Seeing the shock and surprise in Song Qing’s eyes, and the light of humiliating sorrow, Master Huo’s thin lips hooked into a cruel curve.

He leaned forward and placed a hand on Song Qing’s hair, which had been frozen from kneeling at the door for an hour and then melted in the warm room.

Feeling the wetness under his hand, he paused.

Without a word, Huo Yirong pressed hard on Song Qing’s head, forcing her down.

Song Qing’s body tensed up, her hands pressed against the carpet, full of resistance.

She clenched her teeth so tightly that bloodshot streaks appeared in her empty eyes.

Grabbing Song Qing’s hair, Huo Yirong pulled hard. His voice was cold and cruel, "Song Qing, today I either smash your pitiful self-esteem to bits or you get out of the Huo Family!

Don’t think that just because the Third Mistress wants you, you can escape. I won’t tolerate any imperfections here.

If you want to stay in the Huo Family, discard your perceived dignity. It’s utterly laughable that a hidden guard of the Huo Family still clings to that!"

Song Qing’s eyes, bloodshot from humiliation, welled up with tears.

Master Huo had presented her with two choices.

Leave the Huo Family or truly become a dog of the Huo Family.