Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 784: Mister Huo’s Character -vengeful, but also capable of kindness and strictness

Chapter 784: Chapter 784: Mister Huo’s Character -vengeful, but also capable of kindness and strictness

Upon hearing the words, Huo’s second uncle’s brow furrowed slightly deeper.

The resolution in Song Qing’s tone and her loyalty left no room for doubt.

He asked calmly, "Who were you assigned to before?"

Song Qing’s lashes trembled slightly, "I was not assigned to anyone."

The likes of old master Huo, Huo Hongxing, Huo Junxin, and Huo Yirong, they all have hidden guards around them.

These guards may not often appear, but they’d always follow as soon as their masters leave the house.

If Song Qing had been following Huo Yirong all along, she couldn’t fail to recognize him.

Song Qing had an impressive face that was likely unassigned, but her level of loyalty to Huo Yirong made the second uncle Huo somewhat suspicious.

After a moment, he waved a hand to Huo Qiang, "Take her upstairs."

Anything they could say now would be premature, they’ll see if Song Qing can make it through to tomorrow.

Huo Qiang quickly stepped forward, helped Song Qing up from the ground and led her upstairs.

Just as they reached the stairs, Song Qing suddenly let out a low groan of pain.

Song Qing’s body violently shivered under Huo Qiang’s support, her legs nearly collapsing. If it weren’t for Huo Qiang’s assistance, she might have tumbled down the stairs.

"What’s going on?!"

Huo’s second uncle widened his eyes, his face grave. He thought something had happened to Song Qing.

Yibo Gongsun reassured, "It’s nothing. The parasitic Yin worm has just taken effect in Song Qing’s body. Tonight, she’ll spend the entire night in pain, this is an inevitable path to becoming a healer."

That statement was not just for Huo’s second uncle, but also for the entire Huo family.

Looking at a sweating and trembling Song Qing, Huo Qiang carefully picked her up and carried her upstairs.

Seeing the choice Song Qing made and the pain she was now experiencing, Qin Ruan was powerless to help.

With narrow eyes, she watched as Song Qing’s figure disappeared around the second-floor corner, and the light in her gaze gradually dimmed.

After Song Qing left, Yibo Gongsun approached Huo’s second uncle and spoke softly, "Song Qing’s loyalty to Huo Yirong is there. The next step is to see whether she can make it through this night, and whether she can withstand the pain of the parasitic Yin worm gnawing at her flesh."

Huo’s second uncle asked, "What are her chances of saving Yirong?"

"Are you asking about her loyalty to Yirong, or her physical tolerance for pain?"

"What’s the difference between the two?"

Yibo Gongsun, stroking his chin, replied, "Regarding Song Qing’s loyalty to Yirong, I believe you saw it as well. There is a greater than ninety percent chance. This is based on her loyalty to Yirong.

The remaining uncertainty comes from the fear of whether her body can withstand the torment of the parasitic Yin worm. Even I can’t be one hundred percent certain that she’s the ultimate healer for Yirong."

At these words, Huo’s second uncle breathed a sigh of relief. A more than ninety percent chance was already an excellent outcome.

He hoped that Song Qing would make it through tomorrow, so they wouldn’t have to waste time looking for another healer.

He glanced sideways at Yibo Gongsun, whose expression was tinged with regret, and suddenly asked, "Did you really want Song Qing to be your healer?"

Yibo Gongsun’s expression flickered, before revealing a profound smile.

He said, grinning, "Of course I wanted her. Her physical constitution and unique blood are a top-notch choice for a healer."

Huo’s second uncle said, "If she survives tonight and becomes Yirong’s healer, Huo family won’t hand her over. Once Yirong is awake, he won’t commit the act of repaying kindness with malice."

"Of course." Yibo Gongsun chuckled, "Yirong is a man who repays grudges and bestows kindness accordingly. I just offered Song Qing the position of Gongsun family’s matriarch in exchange for being my healer, and as you saw, she refused quite decisively."

Huo’s second uncle said in a deep voice, "Just for that reason alone, the Huo family won’t force Song Qing."

For her loyalty to the Huo family right down to putting herself at risk of becoming a healer for Huo Yirong, such favor will not be repaid with ingratitude by the Huo family.

Yibo Gongsun nodded and said, "There are millions of choices when it comes to healers, and I won’t fixate on this one."

Nicholas, having witnessed everything that happened in the Huo Family, brought his team to Huo Yunjiao. "Huo Yirong, the Bolin Family will fully cooperate with the plan we discussed earlier. We will leave before dawn, so we’ll go ahead."

Huo Yunjiao, his handsome face pale with exhaustion, responded, "Thank you for your efforts."

"Don’t mention it."

After Nicholas and his men left, only the members of the Huo family remained in the now nearly empty hall.

Old Master Huo was persuaded to leave by Huo Hongxing and the second uncle Huo, his aged body unable to cope with the late night.

Before leaving, the old master looked at Huo Yunjiao worriedly, "Jiaojiao, you should also go back and rest early. I’m already worried about Yirong’s condition, I don’t need to worry about you too."

"I understand, grandfather."

The three people assigned to watch over Huo Yirong tonight were Huo Hongxing, Uncle Huo, and Huo Junxin.

After giving a few words of admonition to her father, Huo Yunjiao leads Qin Ruan away.

Once they were back at their quarters, they both fell silent.

As Qin Ruan lay in bed, staring at the dim moonlight outside the window, her heart constantly sank.

Images persistently filled her mind: Huo Yirong lying on the bed with his features distorted in pain, and the resolute expression of Song Qing, faced with imminent death.

Lastly, the appearance of the Underworld King and her Granduncle, causing chaos in her heart.

She felt as though she was trapped in an invisible web, unable to break free, this feeling left her feeling powerless.

The uneven rhythm of Qin Ruan’s breath indicated to Huo Yunjiao that she was not asleep.

He extended his arm, drawing her into an embrace, gently whispering, "Ruanruan, go to sleep."

The warmth pressing against her back enveloped Qin Ruan in Granduncle’s scent, and her erratic heart unexpectedly calmed down.

She assented softly, closing her eyes slowly.

She anticipated falling asleep quickly, however, after a fair amount of time, Qin Ruan still didn’t feel sleepy.

Once again, she opened her eyes, her dark eyes staring into the moonlight outside the window.

As Qin Ruan opened her eyes, Huo Yunjiao, behind her, also opened his eyes. His deep, gentle gaze rested at the back of her head.

Staring at her dainty earlobe bathed in the moonlight, his eyes grew deeper.

By the time Huo Yunjiao noticed, he had already taken the earlobe, illuminated by the cold moonlight, into his mouth.

Qin Ruan’s body suddenly stiffened, as if startled.

Fully aware of who was behind her, she slowly relaxed, surprised that Granduncle was still awake.

Feeling his careful caresses with his mouth and tongue, she didn’t dare to turn around.

"Ruanruan, why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Huo Yunjiao released her wet earlobe, now tinged with a slight blush, his enchanting voice whispering in Qin Ruan’s ears.

Qin Ruan became rigid, feeling unexpectedly weak.

She didn’t have the bandwidth to think about the confusion anymore. Her whole being focused on the hazardous man propped against her, his dominating presence impossible to ignore.

"Granduncle, I am sleepy," she said.

Qin Ruan was not in the mood to fulfill marital duties tonight. Her voice was barely audible, faint with weariness.

She knew that even though he seemed aroused, he had no intention of merging their bodies, their hearts, or their souls.

Feeling him leaning in closer, she sensed danger approaching, a dormant, prudent invasion ready to pounce.

Her eyes widening, she wondered if Granduncle was planning something.

The next moment, a soft, gentle voice whispering near her ears was heard, "Darling, go to sleep, if you can’t, I can help."

The intentions concealed by his words and actions were not as harmless and gentle as they seemed on the surface.

Qin Ruan did not have time to think, she hurriedly shut her eyes.

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining things.

She felt an indescribable itch in her lower back beneath her comfortable silk nightgown, as if it had been doused in water.

It felt so real.

After a long time, Qin Ruan realized what it was.

Her tightly closed eyes, shimmering under the moonlight, began trembling uncontrollably.

She was unsure if it was due to shyness or fear.

Or perhaps it was the overpowering hormones permeating the air.