Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 743: Unknown when it started, I can’t bear to let you suffer the slightest grievance

Chapter 743: Chapter 743: Unknown when it started, I can’t bear to let you suffer the slightest grievance

The study room fell into silence, the atmosphere instantly solidified.

The two brothers silently confronted each other.

In the end, it was Huo Yirong who couldn’t bear it any longer, he was the first to lower his head.

"Third brother, I’m not willing."

His voice was soft, as if he were afraid to alarm someone.

The swagger and arrogance of Mr. Second Huo in front of others was nowhere to be found, he exuded a low pressure.

Huo Yunjiao withdrew his gaze, hiding the emotions at the bottom of his eyes.

His gaze was slightly deep, as he sighed lightly: "Second brother, in my youth, I was not willing either."

Huo Yirong asked, "What about now, you’ve married and have children, are you willing?"

Upon mentioning Qin Ruan, Mr. Third Huo’s expression softened, "To be able to marry Ruanruan, as well as having two lively and mischievous children, is something I’d never imagined, I’m very grateful for her presence and companionship."

"Third brother..." Huo Yirong’s voice was hoarse.

Huo Yunjiao waved his hand, cutting off his overly emotional words, "Let’s not talk about these things. I called you here to discuss Ruanruan’s birthday in a few days."

Huo Yirong’s handsome face was tense, his teeth clenched, "At this time, you’re still thinking about her birthday?!"

His tone was full of disbelief, expressing his struggle to accept this fact.

Mr. Third Huo’s handsome, almost devilishly charming face revealed a gentle and indulgent smile, "It’s her first year in the Huo Family, we ought to celebrate for her. Her birthday falls in the winter month, close to the New Year as well. Let’s make it a lively celebration."

Knowing there was no room for negotiation, based on Huo Yirong’s understanding of his younger brother, he guessed that this birthday might be significant.

Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, he asked, "What do you plan to do?"

Mr. Third Huo’s eyes gazed at the setting sun outside the window, his tone gentle, "Let’s give her a status. I’m afraid if we delay any longer, many things will be too late."

Too late for what, what will be too late?

Hearing these words, Huo Yirong flew into a rage, "Don’t say things like that!"

He paced restlessly around the study, his entire body exuding fury, as if he could burn everything in his surroundings.

Huo Yunjiao seemed oblivious to his worries and anger, his eyes softening as he said, "The wedding with Ruanruan was hurriedly arranged. On her birthday, let’s invite all the members of the other families. I plan to propose to her in public."

"At New Year’s, we can formally introduce her to the side branches and elders of the Huo Family. Once her status as the head mother is confirmed, it will make it easier for her to act without any hindrances."

"What about you?" Huo Yirong halted his pace, his reddened eyes fixed on the man sitting at the table, "Third brother, you’ve arranged everything for her, but what about you? Who’s going to take care of you?"

Huo Yunjiao’s softened eyes fell slightly, his voice faint, "After all these years, isn’t it clear?"

Huo Yirong raised his voice, "That’s not the same! If it weren’t for Qin Ruan, your health wouldn’t have deteriorated!"

In the past, the third brother, despite his weak constitution, was the most cherished and carefully protected figure in the family.

Ever since Qin Ruan appeared, everything had changed.

The third brother had so many worries, even being so open about his last days, all because of Qin Ruan.

Huo Yunjiao looked at him, his crimson lips slightly pursed, "Are you taking your anger out on her?"

Huo Yirong’s gaze flickered with surprise, aware that his words were indeed displacement of anger.

Soon, his eyes surged like a storm, as he irrefutably stated, "I didn’t want to vent my anger at her, but if Qin Ruan hadn’t appeared, you wouldn’t be with any woman, you would still be living your quiet life in peace. I’d rather you be alive, without any heirs!"

Huo Yunjiao, with eyes as profound as an ancient well, stared at Huo Yirong for a moment.

For a moment, a gentle smile appeared on his lips, "Second brother, I’m very pleased with Qin Ruan’s appearance."

His single sentence of "I’m very pleased" caused the rampaging Mr. Second Huo to deflate instantly, like a balloon that had been popped. He sank onto the chair in front of the table, radiating despair and melancholy.

Huo Yirong stared at his third brother sitting across him - elegant and gorgeous like the moon at the horizon, facing everything with an indifferent and composed manner.

His lips moved slightly, "Third brother, I’m very upset."

The eyes of Mr. Second Huo moistened, a layer of teardrops clouded his reddened gaze, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyelids drooped slightly, remaining silent.

His stunning and exquisite profile, under the warm light of the setting sun, sketched out a strikingly beautiful silhouette.

"I’m also very upset."

A hoarse, mournful voice came from outside the door.

The two brothers seated at the desk were startled, simultaneously turning their heads towards the door.

Upon seeing the person standing outside the door, Huo Yunjiao’s expression held a hint of surprise, as well as relief.

Qin Ruan hastily returned, merely to see the third master and to alleviate her restless heart.

Unexpectedly, she would hear this man had already arranged everything for her.

A feeling she could not describe weighed upon her breath.

It was a mix of shame, guilt, heartache, and sadness that surged over her like a tidal wave.

Qin Ruan’s eyes were filled with sorrow as she stared at the third master sitting in the room. Her anxious heart indeed calmed.

But it quickly became overlain by another emotion: loneliness and desolation.

It was not utter despair, but more so self-recrimination.

What else had this man done for her that she was unaware of?

The three exchanged glances, none of them spoke.

In the silent stillness, a soft sigh echoed.

A tender and perfect smile appeared on Huo Yunjiao’s face. He gestured to Qin Ruan standing outside the door: "Ruanruan, come here."

His voice was soft, as pampering as ever.

He was nobly elegant, almost divine, peacefully beautiful like a painting, a gentle and romantic nobleman that made countless women’s hearts flutter.

Who could resist such a man?

Qin Ruan walked unknowingly towards the man who was calling her.

She could not resist any request of the third master.

She had grown accustomed to, and addicted to this man’s kindness towards her, as though it was the right thing, like a toxin she could not quit.

At this moment, Qin Ruan deeply felt she was at fault.

Greatly at fault.

Their union, their marriage, the way they interacted daily—all were on a wrong path.

If they continued down this road, they were destined to be unable to walk side by side.

Qin Ruan stood in front of Huo Yunjiao, her gaze filled with regretful sadness as she looked at him.

Huo Yirong saw this scene and, not caring about appearances, swiped at his face, stood up, and walked towards the door.

His mood was poor, and he didn’t leave a single word behind.

Only the third master and Qin Ruan were left in the study.

They exchanged glances in the void.

The third master broke the silence, reaching out to grasp Qin Ruan’s hand and pulling her to sit on his lap.

One hand was wrapped around Qin Ruan’s slender waist, the other was raised and gently wiped away the tear stains at her reddened eyes.

Third Master’s voice, gentle as water, sounded in Qin Ruan’s ear: "Don’t be sad, don’t be upset."

Qin Ruan lowered her gaze to Third Master’s affectionate eyes, her heart surged with an impulse as she thought of Ling Xiaoxuan’s love that went unattainable.

She opened her mouth to ask, "Third Master, do you like me?"

Huo Yunjiao’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his feature as perfect as a painting went blank for an instant.

Very soon, he smiled.

The smile was as warm as the spring breeze, Qin Ruan’s deep gaze met his tender and cherishing eyes.

The third master approached Qin Ruan and lightly kissed her on the corner of her lips.

It was a touch and a parting.

The kiss was a comfort.

His cool fingers caressed Qin Ruan’s petite jaw and gently rubbed: "Ruanruan, your marriage isn’t merely about having a child or meeting physical needs, it is more about my protective instinct, and I don’t know when it started, but I can’t bear to see you suffer any bit of grievances."

Qin Ruan laughed, and also cried.

Her laughter was radiant, and tears slipped out of her beautiful eyes.

The feelings Third Master held for her could not be described by any words.

This man saw her as both a wife and a child.

Their affections for each other were such that he would not let her suffer any grievances.

Even though not a single word of his expressed liking, Qin Ruan could still feel his repressed affectionate gentleness.