Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 757: Huo Yirong’s Nightmare, Love is too Sickening

Chapter 757: Chapter 757: Huo Yirong’s Nightmare, Love is too Sickening

Just as Huo Yirong stepped out of the room, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.

He looked back and saw Song Qing rushing towards him in hurried strides.

A beauty with heavy makeup, capable of attracting most men’s attention.

Having seen many beauties over the years, even he had to admit that Song Qing had a unique charm; no less than the intellectual and elegant sister-in-law, or the seemingly cold but actually sweet, genuine third sister-in-law.

After all, she came from a minor aristocratic family. Imbued deep within her bones was an unassailable sense of dignity, different from what he saw in Huo Qiang, Huo Chuan, and Huo Zhi.

This was precisely why Huo Yirong didn’t like Song Qing much.

He knew everyone with some skills in the Secret Guard Department like the back of his hand.

Certainly, Song Qing was more capable than Huo Zhi. He knew this clear as day.

Yet he found her disagreeable due to her unwavering pride.

Only a mad woman would join the Secret Guard Department out of a pursuit for dignity.

Seeing Song Qing catching up, Huo Yirong continued on his way.

He moved on to the Roman column ahead, leaned casually against it, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it skillfully, and began smoking leisurely.

Song Qing stopped three steps away from him, silently waiting.

She was always so quiet, speaking only when necessary.

Huo Yirong exhaled a stream of smoke and stared at the woman standing opposite him.

The lingering smoke blurred his handsome face, as though shielded by a thin layer of mist, making it hard for anyone to see his true expressions.

Suddenly, Huo Yirong spoke, "Ten years ago, I visited the coastal region of Jiang City. Seems like I was hanging out with some friends.

As I remember, we were received by a small aristocratic family. I ran into this brat at the beach. He acted like a wild wolf-cub; let loose his catch and the boy would bite anyone he saw.

Back then, he almost bit me. If not for someone being around, I might have seriously gotten injured."

With Huo Yirong speaking, Song Qing standing at the same spot tightened up, with her thick eyelashes quivered restlessly.

She retorted in her heart. That net full of fish was half a month’s income for her. When the fish were let loose into the sea, she knew she was going to starve.

Huo Yirong stopped speaking, drew another puff and exhaled smoke. His sharp eyes and earnest facial features were blurred in the curling smoke.

He gazed at Song Qing, then continued, "Later, I found out that the brat was the illegitimate child of the family that had received us.

I don’t know what mistakes he made to get kicked out of the house. He was homeless and roamed by the seashore, looking quite pitiable. At that time, I was too young to know better. If it were the me of today, I would have ordered a beating and left him to fend for himself in the sea."

Song Qing pursed her lips and replied quietly, "But sir, you saved her back then and took her home."

Because of this, her days at Song Family had been somewhat easier.

"Indeed, it was, thanks to my chivalrous and tender nature at that time," Huo Yirong sighed out loud.

He crushed the cigarette and tossed it casually into a nearby trash bin.

His emotionless gaze looked intensely at Song Qing, and he sneered, "I initially thought it was a little rogue, who knew it was a girl."

Huo Yirong looked down at the black rubber band on her wrist. The obsidian bead on it left a deep impression on him.

Song Qing twitched her wrist, trying to hide the rubber band that had unkowningly shown up.

But she realized that would make her seem guilty, and stiffened up, letting the person across continue to study her.

Knowing that Huo Yirong had recognized her, Song Qing humbly said, "Sir, I’m forever grateful for your life-saving grace ten years ago."

"Hah!"

What answered her was Huo Yirong’s scoff.

The beautiful woman in front of him merged gradually with the memory of the scruffy boy from a decade ago.

Huo Yirong of ten years ago, like all other young men, had a bad temper.

Nine out of ten of his friends were obsessed with romance, all of them had girlfriends.

Huo Yirong also followed the trend and got a girlfriend, but the girl was too clingy and ignorant, nagging him even more than his father and grandfather.

Many men like dependent little women, but he naturally disliked being nagged at. Not long after, he dumped the girl.

Embracing his newfound freedom, Huo Yirong was about to go abroad, and he decided to have a blast with his pals.

He forgot whose idea it was, but in the end, they decided to hang out in Jiang City.

Huo Yirong remembered he still had that half-length hair back then. The rubber band he used to tie his hair was given by his ex-girlfriend.

Someone even joked that he was still not over the girl.

Huo Yirong scoffed and carelessly tossed the rubber band away.

He never thought he’d see it again after ten years, especially on Song Qing’s wrist.

He didn’t know whether to pity Song Qing or to say that the rubber band given by his ex-girlfriend from his youth was of exceptional quality.

Why did Huo Yirong remember this so clearly?

It was because of the obsidian bead on the rubber band with its carved design.

Worth only a few hundred yuan back then, his girlfriend had shyly presented it to him. He only knew how much he wanted to throw it away then.

Such a feminine thing, it was obviously for girls.

Even in his early years, Young Master Huo knew how to treat a lady. He didn’t embarrass her in person.

It was the first time Sir Huo had received such an unwelcome gift in his life.

He still had long hair back then, and with no spare rubber band on hand, he reluctantly used it.

He dumped the girl not long after receiving the obsidian bead rubber band. The reason: he was going abroad.

They merely held hands and had not even kissed. After breaking up, Huo Yirong felt no burden on his conscience.

He didn’t remember if the girl cried when he proposed to break up. At that time, he was in the exhilaration of finally being freed from incessant nagging.

Falling in love is too exhausting and tiresome.

Since then, Master Huo has been surrounded by countless beauties, never involving himself in romances again.

Seeing that Song Qing keeps the hair tie given by his ex-girlfriend, even the dense Master Huo perceives something inappropriate.

Once matters relate to emotions, they become very complicated.

He isn’t sure why Song Qing picked up the hair tie and claimed she had feelings for him; it doesn’t seem to be that intense.

If it’s about gratitude, her dedication in the Secret Guard Department over the past decade demonstrates her gratitude well.

No matter what her intentions are, he doesn’t care.

Huo Yirong came in front of Song Qing, grabbed her hand, and slipped off the Obsidian hair tie.

Song Qing wanted to resist for a moment.

But remembering who he is, she remained still and allowed the keepsake she had for many years to be removed.

Huo Yirong casually toyed with the hair tie in his hand. The decoration on the Obsidian was worn out, but it still retained some feminine touch.

He asked indifferently, "Do you know who gave this to me?"

Song Qing answered in a soft voice, "I am not aware."

Huo Yirong scoffed, "A woman gave it to me. I haven’t seen this for ten years and I never thought you’d have picked it up."

Song Qing kept her lips tight and remained silent.

Huo Yirong narrowed his eyes, pulling at the hair tie and smirked, "This thing is a sore sight."

"Snap!"

As he finished speaking, the hair tie broke.

Even a carefully preserved item from ten years ago cannot bear much force; a little force and it snapped.

The Obsidian bead bounced against the Roman column and fell a few meters away on the ground.

Song Qing’s pupils shrank but she remained motionless, like a wooden puppet.

Huo Yirong didn’t even glance at her, casually throwing the broken hair tie into the garbage bin.

He dusted off his hands, a disgusted tone, "Don’t pick up whatever garbage, if you’re not disgusted, I am."

The memories of the girl nagging in his ear years ago flooded back into Master Huo’s mind.

He can barely remember her face, and her care, real or fake, felt like a nightmare, leaving a deep impression.

Apart from caring from his family, he sees everyone else’s attentions as ulterior motives.

Song Qing’s hand by her side clenched into a fist.

She swallowed, soothing her dry throat with a calm and respectful tone, "Understood."

Huo Yirong left, stepping on the Obsidian bead lying on the floor with his handmade, high-end leather shoe.

His cold, impassionate voice rang out, "This plaything is the most disgusting gift I’ve ever received, and you don’t mind it at all and keep it. Seeing it disgusts me. Stay by the third madam’s side for this period. Whenever you feel like leaving the Huo family, inform Huo Qiang."

Huo Yirong’s words are too clear.

Everyone is intelligent here; how can they misinterpret them.

Is it the disgusting gift, or the fact that something discarded was treasured by someone else for ten years that’s disgusting?

Song Qing thought to herself, it must be her that’s disgusting, disgusting enough to make Master Huo not want to see her again.

A bitter and sour smile curled up at the corner of her lips.

She never wished for anything all these years, merely watching from afar.

As long as she isn’t chased out of the Huo family, nothing else matters.

"Yes——"

Song Qing heard her own calm response.

Her heart slowly landed, as if she’d been waiting anxiously for an outcome.

This result didn’t cost her much.

At least she’s still standing here.

Song Qing stared at the Obsidian bead that has been crushed by a shoe, then looked at the broken hair tie lying on the garbage bin not far away.

Gone...

An item preserved for ten years ruined within a few minutes.

Song Qing walked stiffly to the front, bending down to pick up the Obsidian bead from the floor.

She walked to the Roman column and threw the object that she had clutched tightly into the garbage bin.

Since Master Huo didn’t like it, there’s no point keeping it.

Sometimes, discarding an item is a simple matter.

However, the thing that has already taken root in your heart, grown with your flesh and blood, is impossible to let go.

Maybe you would have to rip through the flesh, tear it out, and sacrifice half of your life to get rid of it.

Of course, there’s another possibility. Even if you rip off that piece of flesh, it is no guarantee that the new flesh won’t grow the same feelings.

If the emotions are branded onto the marrow, even breaking the bone won’t get rid of it.

Song Qing didn’t know how long she stood in front of the trash bin. Thinking of the Third Sir and Third Madam waiting in the house, she dragged her heavy feet, heading back.

Her heart was relatively calm.

Calm enough that she was prepared to spend her entire life buried in the Huo family.