Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 756: Master Huo: Miss, this is your betrothal gift

Chapter 756: Chapter 756: Master Huo: Miss, this is your betrothal gift

By agreeing, Qin Ruan was not only saving Leslie’s life but also securing Fuluo Country’s vast oil resources for the Huo Family.

These resources would bring even more benefits to the Huo Family and serve as a trump card in their interactions with other continental powers.

Of course, by far the most profitable was the Huo Family’s HEA Group, which no other industry could surpass.

Qin Ruan gave a faint smile and shook her head at Huo Yirong.

She didn’t think that helping him was a big deal.

Huo Yunjiao, with his dark eyes like jet-black jade, looked at Qin Ruan and gently touched her head, softly saying, "No need to push yourself."

Without lifting her head, Qin Ruan replied, "I’m not."

And she truly wasn’t.

It would just consume her Evil Qi, which gave her a pinch of heartache.

Evil Qi was becoming more and more crucial for her.

She needed to find a way to absorb more life-sustaining Evil Qi.

Following this, Huo Yirong spoke about the details of the oil resources that were yet to be obtained but were already strategized to be shared with the Bolin Family.

Qin Ruan’s comprehension of all this was sketchy at best, though she did understand some of the terminology dropped in their conversations.

As everyone knows, Fuluo Country is a bizarre and ancient entity that is also an economic powerhouse.

They could support several generations with their oil resources alone.

The country’s average daily earnings from its oil resources were over one billion US dollars, a staggering amount.

If the Huo Family were to cooperate with the Bolin Family in sharing these resources, the profits, albeit not as high as a billion dollars, would still amount to an impressive figure.

When working with the Bolin Family, caution is advised.

On this matter, the cousins beside Qin Ruan deliberated over many intricate details.

The only point of contention was who should benefit from the oil company once it was formally established by the Huo Family.

Huo Yunjiao turned to Qin Ruan, who was sitting quietly by his side, and calmly suggested, "Let’s set up the company under Qin Ruan’s name. All profits will go to her."

"What?"

Huo Yirong’s eyes widened just a bit in surprise.

Even though the daily profits reaped after the formal establishment of the oil company might not overtake those of the HEA Group, they would still amount to a considerable fortune.

This was a juicy morsel that many would dream of getting a bite of, yet it was casually handed to Qin Ruan by Huo Yunjiao without batting an eye.

Huo Yunjiao chuckled lightly, "What, is there a problem?"

Huo Yirong, seeing firsthand how his brother was spoiling his wife, frantically waved off, "No, I have no objections."

Raising her head, Qin Ruan, front creased in thought, asked, "Why are you giving it to me?"

The oil company of the Huo Family won’t be established domestically, and she has no intentions of going to Fuluo Country either.

Nor was she the decision-maker of any company because she knew nothing about it.

Huo Yunjiao gently smoothed out Qin Ruan’s frowning brows and softly said, "You are simply the beneficiary. You don’t have to engage in anything; a company representative will handle all for you. All you need to do is enjoy the income."

Qin Ruan: "But I..."

Huo Yunjiao: "My dear, don’t reject it. Think of it as my betrothal gift to you."

His gentle voice, like a stirring night breeze, left Qin Ruan’s heart in disarray.

It was not that Qin Ruan wanted to refuse, but that she wondered if she should inform the elders first.

The profits resulting from the oil company were horrifyingly large to her. The daily influx of such vast wealth made her uneasy.

Hearing that it was a betrothal gift, Qin Ruan blushed.

Huo Yirong lazily stared at the couple opposite him, his body radiating a sense of leisurely whimsicality. The corner of his mouth curved up slightly and said, "To think that your betrothal gift is so extravagant, brother. There is only one of you in the capital. You’re setting the bar too high and making it hard for the rest of us to marry."

Huo Yunjiao glanced at him, his voice as light as water, "Find someone first, then we’ll see. Do we even have a chance to give out a betrothal gift for you?"

Huo Yirong rounded his eyes, "Hey, are you implying I don’t have anyone who’d want me?"

Huo Yunjiao laughed lightly, "Second Brother, bring anyone back, male or female, and I’ll personally prepare your betrothal gift. I promise you’ll get a wife."

In a jolt, Huo Yirong straightened his body and waved off in alarm, "Never mind, I want to enjoy my peace for a few more years."

He had been too busy lately and hadn’t maintained his hair in a long time.

A strand of slightly longer hair rested against his neck as Huo Yirong moved, just about touching the collarbone above his open shirt.

Seeing this caused Qin Ruan to inexplicably feel an indescribable charm about him, apart from the cold wickedness in his eyes.

Without realizing, she said, "Brother Yirong, your hair has gotten long."

Huo Yirong casually hooked back the strands of hair resting on his shoulder. His movements were smooth.

He spoke lazily, "Been busy these few days. Will go cut it after a while."

Feeling his hair tickling his skin, Huo Yirong slightly furrowed his eyebrows and looked at Qin Ruan, "Younger Sister, do you have a hair tie?"

His eyes focused on the wrist in front of him.

On it was a brown hair tie.

Indeed, Qin Ruan had one. Her long hair was sometimes an inconvenience, so she often wore a hair tie around her wrist.

Seeing him gaze at the hair tie on her wrist, she took it off and casually threw it into the palm of Huo Yirong’s outstretched hand.

"Thanks!"

Huo Yirong caught the hair tie and effortlessly tied his slightly long hair into a small ponytail.

Song Qing, kneeling beside him, had a clear view of his practiced and natural movements.

She had seen this scene a few times ten years ago.

The young and vigorous Huo Yirong, who had half-long hair back then, was thin and elegant, exuding the magnificence of a young noble. He looked like a prince straight from an oil painting.

As an adult, Huo Yirong had cut his hair short, making him look more mature and alluring.

The wild rashness from his youth was no longer visible, but the dangerous aura about him still persisted, adding an element of dreadfulness in its unfathomable depths.

Song Qing’s intense gaze and emotional turmoil were hard to ignore for Huo Yirong. He hung his head and noticed the deep nostalgia in Song Qing’s eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" He sounded impatient and cold.

Song Qing hung her head, speaking calmly, "Second Master, you missed a spot when tying your hair."

She had been watching for so many years that she had long learned how to conceal herself.

She had mastered the art of staying calm in even the most dangerous situations.

On hearing this, Huo Yirong raised his hand to the back of his head and indeed found a loose strand of hair.

He casually wrapped it around the small ponytail. As long as it didn’t irritate him, it was fine.

After not having long hair for all these years, the sensation of hair brushing against his skin was very unfamiliar to him.

Having chatted enough, Huo Yirong stood up and put his hands in his pockets.

He nodded towards Qin Ruan who was sitting on the couch, "As long as you’re willing to save Nicholas’ sister, I will let him know soon. He can come as per his convenience, alright?"

Qin Ruan nodded, "Okay."

Huo Yirong then walked towards the door, "Then, I’ll stop bothering you two. I am still hungry. I’m off to find a place to eat."

Huo Yunjiao asked, "Where? Why not let the servants prepare something for you?"

"Eat while watching the two of you? Huo Yirong, looking back, said with a pretentious smile, "I fear I might have indigestion."

He then turned and left. His pace was leisurely and exuded a sense of reckless ease.

Qin Ruan said, "Song Qing, please walk Second Master out."

"Yes!"

Song Qing stood up and took a step forward but almost stumbled and fell.

She steadied herself, clenched her teeth and caught up with the man about to leave the room.