Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 802: Ruanruan’s Slender Waist, Unmatched Throughout History

Chapter 802: Chapter 802: Ruanruan’s Slender Waist, Unmatched Throughout History

Qin Ruan returned to the Huo Family’s home in the afternoon.

The Tianxing Team had not cooperated smoothly with the Netherworld at first, otherwise, she would not have come back so late.

Li Xuemei was the true culprit behind the three murders, yet she was a Puppet invisible to others.

She had personally manipulated Shao Xujie, Huang Xiaoyun, and Liu Xiaoxu to commit murders. The human and physical evidence was incontrovertible.

Huang Xiaoyun and Liu Xiaoxu would never escape the control of those above them. Even if they did not die, they would be imprisoned forever.

Shao Xujie was ultimately going to leave his original position.

His rise to the deputy team leader of the Criminal Investigation Bureau’s first team in two to three years showed his exceptional ability and strength.

Unlike Huang Xiaoyun and Liu Xiaoxu, Shao Xujie came from an aristocratic family of Sea City. He was also Lu Han’s former capable subordinate and had the guarantee from the Netherworld’s black and white envoys, which made him untouchable by the Tianxing Team.

Being untouchable didn’t mean they couldn’t recruit him for themselves.

Shao Xujie had been at the Headquarters for less than twenty-four hours before he was taken away by the Tianxing Team again.

He was to officially join the Tianxing Team, and would henceforth be directly under the command of higher authorities and the Cabinet.

"Sister-in-law, you’re finally back!"

When Qin Ruan just entered the small building and was taking off her coat, she heard a warm and smiling familiar voice.

She looked up and saw Long Wei, dressed elegantly and intelligently, standing in the living room.

"Sister-in-law," Qin Ruan smiled as she greeted her.

Long Wei quickly walked over, taking Qin Ruan’s arm and heading towards the guest lounge on the left.

Her steps were brisk, and as she walked, she explained the reason for her visit, "Yesterday, my younger brother was ambushed, and there were some things I didn’t manage to explain to you. Just now, my third brother went to see Arong, and he asked me to quickly arrange your birthday banquet for tomorrow..."

As Qin Ruan was being led away, she realized for the first time that although Long Wei looked delicate, she was surprisingly strong.

Hearing about the birthday banquet, she frowned slightly, "Sister-in-law, with Brother Rong in this state, maybe we should cancel the birthday banquet?"

Long Wei turned with a smile in her eyes and a gentle expression, "Sister-in-law, I don’t have a say in this. The invitations have already been sent out. My third brother is very assertive, and it’s rare for anyone to change his mind once he’s decided on something."

Thinking of tomorrow’s other arrangements by the third master, Qin Ruan knew she couldn’t refuse the birthday banquet this time.

Seeing her resigned expression, Long Wei took her hand and led her into the guest lounge.

Inside, several servants were arranging rows of dresses that had been brought in at some point. Each dress was exquisitely luxurious, noble yet elegant.

Long Wei let go of Qin Ruan’s hand and pointed to the beautiful dresses, "These clothes were custom-made by several domestic designers, ordered by the third master after you recovered your figure following childbirth."

Qin Ruan looked both amused and helpless, "That’s way too many."

Looking at the styles, all were winter dress suits. It made her wonder when she would ever wear them all.

Long Wei teased, "Sister-in-law, this is just a small part of what’s been completed. After tomorrow’s birthday banquet, you’ll often need to attend various social gatherings, cocktail parties, and other family’s regular internal meetings."

She pushed Qin Ruan to try on the dresses, "Go ahead and try. Pick your three favorite ones because you’ll need to change at least three times tomorrow. Each of these dresses has a matching couple’s set with the third master."

Matching outfits with the third master?

Qin Ruan’s ears warmed as she uncomfortably touched her earlobe.

The nearest row of dresses was pushed over by a servant, who came up to Qin Ruan and took the coat she was wearing.

As Qin Ruan tried on dresses, Long Wei cautioned, "Sister-in-law, the family is planning a big celebration for your twentieth birthday tomorrow, and many people are invited.

With so many people around, anything could happen. Just remember, you are the third master’s wife, the mother of his two children, and no one invited holds a higher status than you."

"My mother’s family, the Long Family, is one of the four big families. You can interact more with the Gu Family, and for the other families, you’ve probably met them in the past year. Keep in touch with them regularly—after all, we don’t see them now, but we will meet heads in the future..."

Amidst Long Wei’s sporadic advice, Qin Ruan picked three sets of formal dresses, two exquisitely luxurious gowns, and a classical Chinese cheongsam.

At that moment, Qin Ruan was wearing the rosy cheongsam, tilting her head as she sized up the well-fitting attire in the mirror, her demeanor lazy with an indescribable charm.

Standing by her side, Long Wei watched as Qin Ruan admired herself in the fitting mirror.

Her expression showed that she was very satisfied with the cheongsam, and the color suited her exceptionally well.

If it weren’t for the incongruous surroundings, Qin Ruan, clad in the cheongsam that hugged her curvaceous figure, could truly pass for a beauty from the Republican era.

Long Wei glanced at the accessories nearby and picked up one of the opened exquisite boxes.

She held out a transparent green bracelet to Qin Ruan, "Sister-in-law, this suits you well."

Qin Ruan looked down. Long Wei unilaterally slid the bracelet over her soft, boneless wrist, perfectly embodying the ancient description of a woman’s hand as tender and delicate.

"Tsck..." Long Wei pinched Qin Ruan’s hand and sighed softly, "These scars on your hands are hardly noticeable unless you look closely, but when shaking hands with someone, they’re bound to attract attention."

What were once delicate and beautiful hands were marred slightly by the faint scars.

Qin Ruan smirked indifferently, "I like them this way."

These scars were once her glory. Without them, she would have been devoured long ago in West City, leaving nothing behind.

Long Wei looked up, and Qin Ruan’s indifferent gaze casually swept past her.

Just a glance, yet it felt seductively charming.

Seemingly struck by a thought, Long Wei pinched Qin Ruan’s waist.

Caught off guard by the pinch, Qin Ruan’s body deftly avoided the touch, her waist twisting like a snake, swiftly escaping from Long Wei’s palm.

Long Wei stared at her twisting slender waist and her body’s flexibility, a teasing smile appearing on her face, "My third brother is lucky."

A woman’s supple body can bring so much pleasure at times to their significant other.

Confusion flickered in Qin Ruan’s delicate and beautiful eyes, not understanding the implication.

Seeing her naive demeanor, the always intelligent and gentle Miss of the Long Family’s smile deepened.

"Sister-in-law, Ruanruan is shy. If she turns around and cries to me, you’ll help me comfort her, won’t you?"

The low, gentle voice reached the ears of Qin Ruan, Long Wei, and every servant in the room.

Hearing the voice from behind, especially the tone of coddling a child, Qin Ruan wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Listening to that, anyone would think she was a three-year-old.

Steady footsteps approached from behind. Qin Ruan glanced at the mirror beside her, where her gaze met the eyes of the person behind her, clashing in the reflection.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes, filled with laughter, were stunningly transparent and straightforward, visible to anyone.

Long Wei, a woman of good sense, looked between Qin Ruan and Huo Yunjiao, "I haven’t even done anything yet; I only joked a little, and the third brother hurried over to protect her."

Huo Yunjiao moved next to Qin Ruan, his eyes full of adoration for his petite, elegant wife adorned in the cheongsam, exuding the charm of oriental grace.

He restrained his invasive gaze from lingering on Qin Ruan, turning instead toward the teasing Long Wei with a protective tone, "Sister-in-law, Ruanruan is shy."

"That makes it sound like I have thick skin," Long Wei rolled her eyes at him, gesturing to the servants, "Sister-in-law has chosen her dresses, so I won’t be a third wheel and disturb your sweet time together."

Saying this, she took the servants and left.

In the vast room, only Qin Ruan and Huo Yunjiao remained, along with a mirror reflecting their full figures.

After Long Wei and the others left, Huo Yunjiao’s gaze on Qin Ruan changed.

He was no longer the restrained and courteous Third Master Huo; he was like a beast breaking free from its cage, emitting a powerful aura and a dangerous scent.

His dark, dangerous eyes surveyed Qin Ruan from head to toe, each glance filled with a predatory intensity.

Qin Ruan wasn’t unaware, yet she stood still, allowing herself to be at his mercy.

Huo Yunjiao stepped forward, circling her slender waist with one hand, and bit her delicate earlobe with a bow of his head.

A husky, sexy voice rang in her ear, "Does Ruanruan know of King Chu’s fondness for a slim waist?"

The moment she was embraced, Qin Ruan’s body relaxed into the arms of the man behind her, the scent of heavy wood at the tip of her nose giving her a sense of peace.

Qin Ruan naturally knew, her red lips slightly parting, "King Chu is selfish and self-serving, fond of subjects with slender waists, leading ministers to cater to his preferences, starving themselves and wearing corsets to win the king’s favor—it’s quite ironic."

The Third Master, unable to let go, toyed with the slender waist in his hands, sighing, "This slender waist of Ruanruan’s, I’m afraid, is unmatched throughout history."

His lips remained next to Qin Ruan’s ear, his breath warm and enticing as he spoke.

Through the mirror, Qin Ruan could clearly see how fervently the man behind her watched her.

Her hand slowly covered the back of the hand on her waist, "Third Master..."

Her voice was soft, with an unwitting coquettish tone.

The breathing of the person behind her grew noticeably heavier.

The room’s mirror reflected a woman wearing a qipao, stunningly beautiful beyond measure.

She stood several meters away from the fitting mirror, her beautiful, blushed countenance clearly reflected.

Minutes ago, the qipao was still intact, without a single wrinkle.

As time slowly passed, the exquisite fabric of the qipao began to show some wrinkles.

The moment the qipao slid down from her waist, a pair of fair, jade-like hands became strikingly noticeable.

They were like hands that had just played a soaring piece in the auditorium, still carrying the surging emotions of the finale, causing them to tremble.

Throughout, Qin Ruan’s hands alternated between clenching and relaxing.

This display of a young girl’s nervous demeanor appeared particularly alluring.

The Third Master was ultimately restrained; whenever he was about to cross the line, he could always stop in time.

He looked up at Qin Ruan in the mirror, meeting her charming, lustrous eyes, curving his lips, "I’ll let you off this time."

His voice was indescribably husky, carrying a trace of reluctance.

Qin Ruan didn’t avoid his gaze, meeting the Third Master’s dangerous, eager eyes, and could feel his desire. She whispered, "Third Master, you needn’t hold back. We are legally certified."

Even if something truly happened next, it would all be perfectly justified.

She had been prepared for this day to come, neither pretentious nor shy to retreat.

Huo Yunjiao chuckled lightly, sounding pleased, "I’m worried you won’t be able to handle it, and there’s a lot to do tomorrow."

His chin resting on Qin Ruan’s head, he naturally straightened her slightly disorderly pink qipao.

The soothed Qin Ruan quieted down, exuding a classical charm and seductive allure.

The woman in the mirror was breathtakingly beautiful, her beauty marked by tranquility.

The first time they met, what happened couldn’t be described as too terrible, nor could it be considered a beautiful memory; some flavors hadn’t been truly felt.

If possible, Huo Yunjiao wanted to give Qin Ruan a more beautiful memory.

To truly experience bliss, they had to be in perfect harmony.

Qin Ruan understood and, with a seductive lift of her brows, her voice deliberately lowered to a husky tease, "How is Arong doing?"

Huo Yunjiao released his hold around her waist and looked down at his fingertips.

The lingering trace of passion hadn’t faded yet; he twirled his fingers, a satisfied expression flowing through his peach blossom eyes as his lips curved as if savoring the memory.

Regaining his composure, he spoke faintly, "He is out of danger now."

Qin Ruan picked up the clothes she had changed out of from the rack and hesitated upon hearing this.

She held the clothes in her hands, silent for a long while.

Noticing something was amiss, Huo Yunjiao looked back and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Qin Ruan’s voice, hoarse with post-emotion, inquired, "Now that Arong is well, what will happen to Song Qing?"

After a moment’s thought, Huo Yunjiao said, "Once Second Brother is better, if Song Qing stays with the Huo Family, she’ll be well cared for."

Having lost the ability to be a Hidden Guard after breaking the curse, Song Qing’s combat power wouldn’t return to its peak, and it was uncertain how much hardship she would face in the future.

Qin Ruan spoke up, "If Arong doesn’t want to keep her, hand her over to me."

"That can be arranged," Huo Yunjiao consented.

Unable to refuse any of Qin Ruan’s requests and not to mention such trivial matters, Huo Yunjiao was always compliant.

Reassured by his promise, Qin Ruan breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to change out of her cheongsam, holding the clothes close.

Her gaze inadvertently swept over Huo Yunjiao’s hands.

Qin Ruan had always known his hands were long and beautiful, perfect for playing the piano and admired by everyone.

Yet now, those cold, unattainable hands were tainted with worldly desires.

Recalling what had happened earlier, Qin Ruan’s recently stabilized breathing became erratic again.

Her eyes fixed intensely on the hands of the Third Master, and she suddenly felt both thirsty and inexplicably bashful.

Following her gaze, Huo Yunjiao noticed his own fingers, still rubbing together with a bit of slickness, and quickly caught on to the taste.

The vividly sensual scene from minutes ago replayed rapidly in his mind.

Though neither had spoken, the air had shifted strangely, thick with enticing and provocative scents that spread and intensified with time.

Huo Yunjiao exhaled a breath full of desire, his voice husky, "Ruanruan, go upstairs and check on Ayao and Anqi, they haven’t seen their mother all day."

Having spoken, he turned and strode towards the washroom.

Qin Ruan saw clearly how hurried his departing figure was, and his right hand at his side, where his index finger and thumb continued to rub lightly together.

She exhaled softly, hugged her clothes, and turned to leave, her steps slightly awkward.

After today, she feared she wouldn’t be able to face the mirror calmly for a while.

Though the Third Master seemed cold and his demeanor reserved and modest, in reality, he was an old hand at this.

She wondered where he had learned those skills.

Qin Ruan even doubted whether he really hadn’t had any other women before her.

Or perhaps it was just male nature, some instincts truly innate.

If that was indeed the case, she was somewhat worried about their future intimate encounters.