Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 763 Ruanruan acts like a spoiled child: Third Master, I want to set up a stall.

Chapter 763: Chapter 763 Ruanruan acts like a spoiled child: Third Master, I want to set up a stall.

"Slap!"

Qin Ruan slapped down.

A sharp, piercing scream came from the Little Vampire’s mouth.

The rage and annoyance in the roar caused Qin Ruan’s lips to curve up in a chill.

She looked up at Chen Hengfeng and spoke softly, "Clean this child up, I will take him away."

Her delicate fingers pointed at the placenta on the Little Vampire’s body and the blood stains all over him.

"Okay, okay..."

Chen Hengfeng, who had just had a close brush with the Ghost Gate, walked forward with stiff steps to clean up the mess on the Little Vampire.

The little one was very uncooperative, but Qin Ruan’s presence made him obedient.

Whenever the Little Vampire resisted or caused trouble, the grip on his neck would tighten and force would spread along his arms throughout his body, causing him pain and discomfort.

The savage nature of the newly born Little Vampire was completely tamed by Qin Ruan.

Once Chen Hengfeng cleaned up the Little Vampire, beads of frightened sweat formed on his forehead. He did not dare to meet the child’s bloody eyes.

Chen Hengfeng’s assistant brought a small blanket, but Qin Ruan did not reach out to take it. "Done yet?"

Chen Hengfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, preparing to clean and stitch the wounds on the mother, he replied without lifting his head, "Done."

Qin Ruan responded and did not take the blanket from the assistant.

She walked out of the operating room, coolly and calmly, carrying the Little Vampire.

The waiting Huo San Ye, Donald, and Nicholas turned their heads when they heard the door open.

Donald focused on the Little Vampire in Qin Ruan’s hands, feeling the calling of their shared bloodline, and quickly walked up.

Qin Ruan casually tossed the child into his arms, her arm was immediately tightly grabbed.

Nicholas’s eyes were bloodshot as he anxiously asked, "Where is my sister? How is Leslie?"

"They are stitching her up, she will be out soon."

"Thank God!"

Nicholas loosened the tension in his body, collapsing onto the ground.

"Coo coo coo..."

The child’s joyful laughter sounded.

Donald held the child in his arms, a trace of warmth emerging on his cold, handsome face.

The Little Vampire snuggled in his arms, his crimson eyes changing to match his father’s, and his clear, blue eyes were full of dependency on his father.

San Ye walked to Qin Ruan, seeing a trace of fatigue on her face, he looked at her sympathetically.

He held her in his arms, speaking softly, "You’ve worked hard."

Qin Ruan rested her head on his shoulder, exhaling softly.

The process went smoother than she expected.

But the amount of Evil Qi expended seemed to be more than estimated.

She leaned against San Ye’s shoulder, whispering, "San Ye, I want to set up my stall."

If she didn’t start gathering Evil Qi soon, she would be totally consumed, and that put her under pressure.

"Hmm?"

Huo Yunjiao didn’t hear her clearly and asked inquisitively with a sexy nasal tone.

Qin Ruan repeated it, and San Ye looked subtly intrigued, "Are you out of money?"

A soft laughter escaped her lips as she raised her head, her eyes alluring, "I am going to find something that can’t be bought with money."

San Ye’s lips curled indulgently, his tone helpless, "Your birthday is coming soon, how about waiting till the spring of next year?"

Tongsha Sky Bridge was their second meeting place, apart from the Imperial Court Hotel.

He knew Qin Ruan had a stall there where she would sit when she had free time.

"Hmm."

Qin Ruan’s voice was barely audible as she snuggled against San Ye’s shoulder.

Soon, Leslie was pushed out of the operating room and taken to the room next door for observation.

Nicholas stayed with Leslie, fearing any further incidents would happen.

Donald walked up to Qin Ruan holding the child and bowed slightly in gratitude.

Qin Ruan stared at the Little Vampire in his arms, who was making faces at her.

She raised an eyebrow, smiling casually, "Have you named the child?"

Donald held the child, who was wrapped in a tiny suit, his voice held a trace of laughter, "His mother named him Lance."

Qin Ruan nodded perfunctorily, "That’s good."

Little Lance was still baring his teeth at her, looking like he had found a backing and was not afraid of her in the slightest.

A deeper smile formed at the corner of Qin Ruan’s lips as she released Huo San Ye’s hand and walked towards Donald.

The latter thought she wanted to hold Lance, so he proactively held the child out to her.

Little Lance was taken aback. He clung tightly to his father’s arm, refusing to go near the wicked woman who had abused him violently since his birth.

Donald furrowed his brows, "Lance?"

A harsh squawking sound came from Lance’s mouth, displaying strong resistance.

Qin Ruan reached out and flicked him on the forehead.

Even a newborn vampire could be hurt, his forehead quickly turning red from the flick.

Donald saw it but didn’t say anything.

The offspring of the Rasambo Family were not delicate creatures.

But Little Lance had been intimidated by Qin Ruan in the medical room, and he wanted to rely on his father to stand up against this evil woman.

His deep blue eyes were fixed on Donald, his mouth puckered and whimpering.

Donald’s furrowed brows deepened a bit more.

The child wasn’t as he had expected... He didn’t possess the cruelty of the Rasambo Family, he seemed a bit too weak.

In front of him, the father and son were engaging in a staring contest.

One of them looked unsatisfied, suspecting whether this really was his offspring.

The other one had a face full of grievance, clutching at his father’s sleeve, conveying his bullied experience.

Qin Ruan chuckled, "Donald, stop doubting. Your son almost killed the doctor that the Huo Family carefully raised just after he was born. I disciplined him a bit in there. The little guy wants you to avenge him."

Upon hearing this, Donald’s deeply furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

It seemed to him that Lance hurting someone wasn’t a big deal, but the child being too soft was something he couldn’t accept.

Little Lance turned his head to glare angrily at Qin Ruan, showing his tiny, sharp teeth and threateningly hissing.

Huo San Ye couldn’t bear to watch any longer. How could his child be bullied by someone else’s child?

He stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Qin Ruan’s waist, making a clear statement with his action.

San Ye looked coldly at Donald and Lance, his voice icily stating, "Huo Qiang will arrange your accommodation, and dinner is prepared in the next room. We won’t disturb your family reunion. As long as you are lodging in the Huo Family, you should follow the rules here. We only welcome guests who behave themselves."

Donald’s family?

Who might that be?

Donald, Lance, and Leslie, or Donald, Nicholas, and Little Lance?

Qin Ruan thought about these strange combinations and couldn’t help but smile.

There was indeed a major difference in Western family ethics. It was really confusing.

Donald, as if he didn’t hear the warning in San Ye’s words, nodded slightly, "Of course, the most lively Eastern festival is approaching, we will try to leave as soon as possible."

He held Lance and moved to the side, clearing the path.

Huo San Ye didn’t say a word, his impeccable demeanor prompting him to return Donald’s nod.

Qin Ruan cast a glance at Little Lance, then left arm in arm with San Ye.

Their figures looked quite harmonious. The petite girl was looking up and whispering something in the man’s ear.

A tender and doting laughter came, coupled with the girl’s inexplicably coquettish humming.

Donald retracted his gaze, looking down at Lance in his arms.

Thinking about the siblings placed in the next room, he gave a barely audible sigh, whispering, "Let’s go find your mother."

He paused for a moment before adding, "Be sure not to recognize the wrong person."

Little Lance seemed to understand, and his deep blue eyes sparkled brilliantly.

Nicholas, who was sitting in front of his sister’s hospital bed, remained rigidly still as he heard the door being pushed open.

Sitting on the stool with Leslie’s hand in his, his bloodshot eyes were proof of his sleeplessness for the past few days.

Hearing the door being pushed open, he didn’t turn around, his eyes only focusing on his sister lying on the hospital bed.

To him, Leslie was always strong. Despite her flaws, she was the sister who had protected him as he grew up, she was the person he was closest to.

Donald put Lance on the bed, his cold and indifferent blue eyes swept past the pale Leslie.

He only glanced at her for a second before averting his gaze, for this woman’s life or death held no concern for him.

Little Lance, lying on the bed, didn’t seem to be interested in Leslie either.

He quickly crawled to Nicholas’s side, his little hand tugging at Nicholas’s sleeve, making baby noises.

Seeing this, a satisfied smile formed on the corner of Donald’s sophisticated, crimson lips.