Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 742: The day the Buddha Beads were destroyed, the time when Third Master’s life ended

Chapter 742: Chapter 742: The day the Buddha Beads were destroyed, the time when Third Master’s life ended

Qin Ruan lost control.

Ling Xiaoxuan’s words laid bare the crippling fear and worry Qin Ruan had been holding within.

The feelings of panic bubbled within her, each wave causing her heart to ache.

Ling Xiaoxuan always conducted herself with grace and tact, exercising courtesy in every action.

But her words today were extreme, each one piercing straight into vulnerable spots.

If these words had come from anyone else, Qin Ruan’s emotions might not have been so stirred.

Unfortunately, they were from Ling Xiaoxuan, a friend she had considered trustworthy and reliable.

The apprehension surged wildly within her, triggering an urgency to see Grandpa Huo.

...

After Qin Ruan left, Ling Xiaoxuan slouched on the couch, motionless and silent.

Lei Ning poured a glass of water and handed it to her, "You could have used subtler terms. Why incite her?"

Qin Ruan had lost control. Why couldn’t Lei Ning see it?

As a psychologist, he should be able to read her expression and behavior.

Qin Ruan only showed the impulsive and prejudiced behavior of a young girl when Ling Xiaoxuan suggested that Grandpa Huo was dying.

In that moment, the hostility she exuded was akin to a vicious animal, every quill raised defensively.

Ling Xiaoxuan took the glass, sipped a small mouthful, and spoke nonchalantly, "Everyone knows that Grandpa Huo’s health is failing. No one would dare talk about it around Qin Ruan.

She’s too cold, her IQ surpassing her EQ. Sometimes, a nudge is necessary. Hopefully, she won’t experience the sorrow I did in my past life when Grandpa Huo passes."

Remembering Qin Ruan’s recent state, Lei Ning smiled faintly, "She appears to have slight emotional deficiency syndrome. She’s a rather contradictory individual, both longing for and fearful of emotions. Given her reaction just now, Grandpa Huo must have a significant place in her heart."

Ling Xiaoxuan leaned her head back onto the couch in a sigh, "That’s certain. Didn’t you see how her eyes only saw him when they were together? Nothing else mattered but him.

Qin Ruan is luckier than me. Even though Grandpa Huo is frail and likely to die soon, they are together. Even if all they have left are a few years, at least they’ve been together. From here on out, the rest of their lives should be void of regrets, right?"

Her tone was uncertain by the end.

The concealed sorrow, inadvertently, revealed itself again.

Lei Ning walked over, giving her head a squeeze, "If Grandpa Huo is that important to Qin Ruan, are you worried your words might cause her to hold a grudge?"

Ling Xiaoxuan shook her head, "She won’t."

Though she had been frightened by Qin Ruan’s oppressive vibes and icy aura, she hadn’t perceived any hostility from her.

Qin Ruan’s character was discernible; though cold, she was human, possessing deeply hidden emotions. She had a clear-cut sense of right and wrong, and wouldn’t misplace her aggression.

Ling Xiaoxuan didn’t share any of this with Lei Ning.

All she could think of was Qin Ruan’s intent to seek out Master Hui Cheng from the Nanyin Temple.

She held a certain resentment towards that monk.

He’d personally extinguished her hope of being with Ling Zeheng, a grudge which she found hard to let go.

...

Huo Mansion.

Huo Yirong rushed over after receiving the phone call.

Standing at the open door of the study, he saw his younger brother sitting in the chair, his eyes gently closed, bathed in the setting sun. His handsome face was pale, and his lips were a bloody red hue, he looked as if he was suffering from a severe illness.

Huo Yirong entered the room, instinctively treading lightly.

Though he was quiet, he disturbed the resting Huo Yunjiao.

Opening his dark eyes, a trace of coldness shimmered within.

When he saw that it was his older cousin, his eyes softened somewhat, "You came quickly."

Huo Yirong’s chiseled features assumed a solemn expression, "When I heard you were coughing blood, my heart almost stopped. I wanted to fly over to you!

What happened? Have you been too tired lately? Why are you coughing up blood again? Do we need to call in Ling Xuzi to take a look?"

Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on the documents on the table, organized in a matter of hours.

His slender finger played with the Buddha bead around his wrist distractedly, his voice calm and collected, "There’s no need. This time is different."

Huo Yirong stood at the table, his face full of worry, "How is it different?"

Huo Yunjiao looked up, an inscrutable gleam in his dark eyes, "Brother, I feel as if there’s really something wrong this time."

Upon hearing these words, Huo Yirong panicked.

He rushed to Huo Yunjiao’s side, his hands firmly on his shoulder, inspecting him up and down.

"What’s wrong? How come you didn’t say anything before? It’s the end of the year and I don’t know whether Ling Xuzi is still in the Capital City or not. I’ll call him!"

Huo Yirong reached into his pocket to get his phone.

Huo Yunjiao raised his hand, placing it on top of the hand preparing to dial, "Brother, I didn’t ask you to come over to alarm everyone at home. Our family welcomed two children this year, everyone should be at peace to celebrate New Year’s."

His voice was gentle, carrying an unmistakable air of finality.

The hand holding the phone was clenched tightly, the veins on the back of Huo Yirong’s hand ready to burst from the skin.

He glared at Huo Yunjiao, gritting his teeth, "What are you trying to say?"

Huo Yirong was angry.

Furious.

So furious that he wasn’t able to hide his anger in front of his younger brother, whom he usually treated with respect and care.

He had a gut feeling that his younger brother’s words were going to make him lose his composure.

Huo Yunjiao lowered his eyes, the tips of his fingers sliding over the beads on his wrist.

"Brother, look, this bead has lost its shine. It’s as if it’s covered in a cloud of darkness."

He lifted his wrist, and the beaded bracelet upon it, to Huo Yirong’s eye level for him to inspect in detail.

Huo Yirong crinkled his brows, staring at the bead in question.

The once translucent bead was now dull and lackluster.

Huo Yirong’s face was stone-cold with an exceptionally serious expression.

His hand reached out to carefully touch the bead, his voice trembling, "Why’s it like this?"

Huo Yunjiao’s lips curled up slightly, his voice void of any emotional inflection, "This Buddhist bead is my accompanying object, its existence is inseparable from my life. The day it perishes is the day my life ends."

His words did not carry the weight one would expect from a matter of life and death, instead, he talked about it as casually as if discussing the weather.

Huo Yirong’s eyes reddened. His gaze was fixed intensely on the beaded bracelet around his younger brother’s wrist.

"Bullshit! I don’t believe!" He growled through clenched teeth, "Ling Xuzi has said you had ten more years. There must be some kind of mistake. I will call him over right now."

His grip on the phone tightened. Without Huo Yunjiao’s permission, he dared not contact Ling Xuzi.

Huo Yunjiao’s voice is slightly heavier, deep-set eyes focused on him, "Brother, if you call Ling Xuzi, our grandfather and father will find out."

Huo Yirong grew increasingly agitated, resolute in his decision, "I won’t involve them. Leave it to me!"

He was confident that he could summon Ling Xuzi without alarming their grandfather and uncle.

Huo Yunjiao leaned back in the chair, staring at Huo Yirong calmly.