Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 753: Mrs. Huo is angry, and even San Ye’s beauties trick doesn’t work

Chapter 753: Chapter 753: Mrs. Huo is angry, and even San Ye’s beauties trick doesn’t work

Huo Mansion.

Several luxurious cars slowly drove into the imposing mansion gates.

Qin Ruan sat in the middle of the protective ring of cars, her sleeve falling back down.

She had exhausted over half of the evil Qi she had collected in tearing the unnecessary soul fragments off Ling Xiaoxuan.

The black evil energy in the Third Master’s body required her to suppress it every day with evil Qi and Nether Power.

The remaining evil Qi could last until after the New Year at most.

As Qin Ruan let her sleeve down and leaned back on her seat, her whole body seemed listless and her pressure was unusually low.

Lin Hao, the driver, exchanged glances with Song Qing.

They were the first ones to detect the low pressure in the back cabin of the car.

Song Qing who was sitting in the co-pilot seat glanced at the internal rearview mirror.

Qin Ruan turned to look out of the window, propping her chin in her hand, and revealing half of her delicate face.

Song Qing knew about Third Master Huo’s marriage, and she had seen Qin Ruan on a few occasions before, her formal interaction with her starting only yesterday.

Regarding the future Lady of the Huo Family, Song Qing was not very familiar with her apart from knowing that she was from the Mystical Sect.

After spending two short days with her, Song Qing realized that the mistress of the Third Master was fond of peace, and her aura was contradictory. Despite being at the peak of her youth, there was something inexplicable about her.

She seemed like a mature and restrained woman, held within a young body.

The look in her eyes was always calm, lacking the naïveté characteristic of youth. What she had was only emptiness, indifference, and something unsettling.

Suddenly, Qin Ruan turned her head, looking forward.

She locked eyes with Song Qing, who was watching her through the rearview mirror.

Caught off guard by Qin Ruan’s calm gaze, Song Qing was momentarily taken aback.

However, she quickly regained her usual composure, and nodded slightly at Qin Ruan’s reflection in the mirror.

With nothing else to do, Qin Ruan casually asked, "Song Qing, how old are you?"

"Madam, twenty-six." Song Qing’s tone remained emotionless.

"I heard you are from the small aristocratic Song family of Capital City."

"Yes."

"Even though the Song family does not compare to the four great families and the six noble families, it is still considered noble. Given your status in Capital City’s circle of ladies, you could have a good position. Why didn’t you leave the Huo house when you came of age?"

Song Qing’s face tightened, and she replied firmly, "Second Master saved my life. Without him, there would be no Song Qing now. Ever since I entered the Huo house, I never considered leaving."

Qin Ruan fell silent for a moment.

She wanted to say there were too many people protecting Huo Yirong. Her absence would not matter. There were countless ways to repay someone, why choose such an unsophisticated method?

But she thought that everyone had different circumstances and varying perspectives on life.

Song Qing did not seem like one who had been spoiled by her family.

This woman had the same wildness in her.

Much like a wolf carefully hiding its claws, as long as no one encroached on its territory, she would turn a blind eye to them.

As soon as she felt threatened, she would reveal her determination to fight back, even if it meant perishing together with her attacker.

The car came to a stop.

Looking out the car window, Qin Ruan realized that they were home.

Her and the Third Master’s house.

...

Upstairs.

Third Master Huo heard the noise downstairs.

With a child in one arm, he walked leisurely to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Looking down, Huo Yao noticed that Qin Ruan had already gotten out of the car.

With an excited "Ah!", Huo Yao announced, "It’s mama!"

The little Crown Prince Huo chipped in, "Yiya!"

"I see her!"

The two brothers watched Qin Ruan intently from upstairs.

The Third Master had his eyes on her as well, but his gaze softened upon noticing her fatigue.

Qin Ruan seemed even more tired than when she had left the house.

He wondered what could have tired her out so much.

Qin Ruan stood downstairs, conversing with Lin Hao.

Noticing the stares from above, she looked up.

All three inhabitants of the upper floor came into view.

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi waved at Qin Ruan.

The Third Master smiled faintly.

His lips moved, mouthing the words without making a sound.

Standing downstairs, Qin Ruan clearly saw his lip movements.

This man was calling her darling.

Qin Ruan watched the trio upstairs, then adjusted her dress and stepped quickly into the house.

Seeing this, the Third Master in the nursery started to move towards the door with the children.

He hummed softly to the children, "Are you happy that Mama’s back?"

"Ah!"

"Yiya!"

The little princes graciously responded.

The Third Master carried the children out of the nursery and into the adjacent bedroom.

He remembered that the bloodstained towel from earlier was still in the bathroom.

After placing the children on the carpet filled with toys, he walked quickly to the bathroom.

The towel stained with the bright red color of fresh blood was still on the sink.

"Baby, where is your dad?" Qin Ruan’s voice echoed in the bedroom.

Third Master picked up the bloodstained towel and threw it into the nearby bin, then washed his hands.

"Yiya!" Huo Anqi called out playfully outside.

The Third Master dried his hands, glanced at the bin to ensure no blood was visible, and walked out of the bathroom with a relieved expression.

Qin Ruan was kneeling on the carpet, using a toy to play with Huo Yao and Huo Anqi.

Hearing the movement behind her, she turned around and smiled.

San Ye, infected by her laughter, could not help but join in. "I’m back."

With Huo Anqi’s little hand in hers, Qin Ruan asked, "Hmm, why did you bring them here?"

Sanye, without blinking an eye, said: "Maybe they missed you and insisted on coming."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yao and Huo Anqi looked straight at their father.

Was it fair to palm off the blame on them?

Dad was obviously taking advantage of their inability to speak yet.

If they could already talk, they would long have tattled to Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan didn’t think too much about it. She put down the toy model gun in her hand, got up, and walked towards San Ye.

Just as she was about to pass by San Ye, she was stopped.

His tall and slim figure stood in front of Qin Ruan, blocking her way.

He fixed his profound and gentle gaze on Qin Ruan, "How come you’re not playing with the kid anymore?"

Qin Ruan raised her hands: "I just came back. I’m going to wash my hands."

San Ye’s eyes flickered subtly, stepping aside to let her through.

Qin Ruan entered the bathroom.

Thinking that the towel on the washstand had been thrown into the garbage bin, San Ye walked over to the children with ease.

After only a few minutes, Qin Ruan came out.

The smile was still on her face, and the anxiety in San Ye’s heart finally eased.

Huo Yao reached out to grab the toy in his father’s hand, and triumphantly seized it.

"Ah!" He grinned victoriously.

Huo Anqi, with his head lowered, was studying the model toy gun in his hand. Hearing the footsteps of Qin Ruan, he raised his head to look.

He gazed at his mother for a while, blinking before he returned his gaze to his father.

The little one’s dark eyes contained a glint of deep meaning.

Huo Anqi lowered his head and continued studying the toy in his hand.

This toy gun was very similar to the one his uncle had.

Qin Ruan took off her coat and sat on the bed, pulling out her phone from her pocket and placing it on the table.

San Ye sat on the carpet, his legs casually bent, his straight back leaning relaxedly against the bed, raising his head to look at Qin Ruan next to him.

"Has everything been resolved?"

He knew that Qin Ruan had been out these past two days because of Ling Xiaoxuan’s affair.

Qin Ruan reached for her phone on the table, her tone vague: "Almost."

Sanye finally sensed something was wrong at this point.

There was still a smile on Qin Ruan’s face. Her lips were slightly pressed together, her eyes faint yet hinting at a touch of worry.

San Ye’s previous sigh of relief caught again in his chest.

He took Qin Ruan’s hand, whispering, "Did you see it?"

In the depths of her eyes, Qin Ruan looked at him intently and asked, "See what?"

Both were clear about the situation, yet they continued to play dumb with each other.

With the tip of his finger tracing Qin Ruan’s palm, San Ye confessed in a soft, deep, and alluring voice, "It’s getting colder, I haven’t been feeling well these past couple days."

"Hmm."

Qin Ruan acknowledged with a sound, looking down at her phone again.

The moment she had walked into the bathroom, she had detected a faint scent of blood in the air.

She followed the scent to the garbage can next to the washbasin.

Inside was a towel.

The smell of blood was slightly heavier when she bent down to sniff it.

Qin Ruan bent down and took the towel out, the blooming bloodstains seeping into her line of sight.

At that moment, what swelled up inside her wasn’t resentment towards San Ye for his concealment, but heartache.

Her heart throbbed painfully, as if it were being tugged at bit by bit.

San Ye’s vomiting of blood again, the realization of it made her indescribably upset.

Sanye gently shook Qin Ruan’s hand, speaking in a tone people use to coax children: "Don’t be angry, I’ll be fine by next spring."

"That’s still quite some time."

Qin Ruan replied casually, not letting on whether she was angry or not.

San Ye got up, disregarding the fact that the two children were still in the room. He sat next to Qin Ruan and pulled her into his arms.

His beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with tenderness. His hands, gripping Qin Ruan’s waist, teased her softly.

Leaning over to Qin Ruan’s ear, he coaxed her with that tantalizing voice, "Darling, don’t be angry, alright?"

The warm breath sprayed on Qin Ruan’s earlobe, the sound of his "hmm" was inexplicably seductive.

If it were in the past, Qin Ruan would have been blushing and her heart pounding by now.

Now, she was as calm as ever.

Even his charm offensive was not working.

Qin Ruan ignored the hand deliberately provoking her at her waist. Lifting her eyes that were filled with suppressed heartache, she stared deeply at San Ye.

"I’m not angry."

She spoke in a sincere tone, her expression demure and calm.

San Ye’s action of holding Qin Ruan’s waist paused, he knew she was telling the truth.

Exactly because it was the truth, it made him feel restless.

The corner of his lips curved lightly, he kissed Qin Ruan’s temple, and his voice softened, oozing with spoiling tones, "Then why do you seem upset?"

Qin Ruan furrowed her brows slightly, a touch of melancholy appearing on her face.

She guided San Ye’s hand to her chest, where it ached as if it were pricked: "I’m just feeling a bit hurt."

The smile on San Ye’s lips faltered, his affectionate peach-blossom eyes half-closed, his expression inscrutable.

He was fixated on Qin Ruan’s fiery gaze. It was hard to ignore, her tender eyes filled with too many unspeakable emotions.

Qin Ruan’s sincere look, as if she was indeed acting out of heartache for him, was enough to make San Ye feel pangs of sourness, too.

Deepening his voice, he gently coaxed her, "Darling, I’m fine."

Qin Ruan looked up at him, her eyes filled with unshed tears, "How can you be alright after vomiting blood?"

If this wasn’t a problem, then what was?

Qin Ruan’s distress was hard for San Ye to bear as well.

His hand, the one with distinct knuckles, landed on Qin Ruan’s cheek, gently caressing it.

His gentle coaxing voice echoed in her ear, "Don’t be sad."

After almost thirty years of coaxing Qin Ruan in the gentlest way possible, she remained unmoved.