Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 803: This ’Hubby’ is Sweet and Soft, Sweetens to the Core of Third Master’s Heart

Chapter 803: Chapter 803: This ’Hubby’ is Sweet and Soft, Sweetens to the Core of Third Master’s Heart

The next day.

Before dawn at the Huo Mansion, the household servants and Hidden Guards began to set up the scene for the future Madam’s birthday banquet.

One after another, large trucks drove in, loaded with vibrant red roses that had been air-shipped from abroad.

With delicate care, the thriving roses were laid down in every corner of the Huo Mansion visible to the eye under the collective effort.

The grand air of the Huo Mansion was permeated with the enticing scent of flowers.

In silence, the Hidden Guards decorated Huo Yirong’s small building from the top down with a beautiful, romantic cascade of roses.

As daylight broke, Qin Ruan still hadn’t opened her eyes, yet her nose caught the fragrance of flowers.

She opened her deep, beautiful eyes and saw a sea of flowers outside the window.

"Awake?" a low, seductive voice sounded beside her.

Huo Yunjiao had woken up earlier than Qin Ruan, as today was her birthday, and he, unusually, lingered in bed, wanting to spend time with the girl in his arms.

Qin Ruan’s eyes widened as she stared out at the sea of flowers, her eyes trembling slightly.

The grand floor-to-ceiling window was right in front of her, allowing her to clearly see the decorated floral sea of the Huo Mansion.

This was certainly not a decoration that could have been completed in a short time, its vast number and the cost of it were immeasurable.

Qin Ruan slowly turned around, her eyes, still slightly bewildered from sleep, revealed a trace of naivety: "So many flowers outside."

Huo Yunjiao stroked her hair, his voice tender and indulgent, "Today is your birthday, it needs to be festive."

Qin Ruan pursed her lips and smiled, her smile blooming like flowers, devastatingly beautiful, "You arranged it."

She sat up in bed, resting against the headboard, her tone certain.

Her eyes once again fixed onto the floral sea outside the window, her heart throbbing with indescribable joy and delight.

Huo Yunjiao’s gaze lowered, seeing Qin Ruan’s nightgown open, revealing a breathtaking, tantalizing view. His eyes deepened.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his tone steady, "I wanted to please you, do you like it?"

Like it, of course she liked it!

What woman doesn’t like flowers? Such romance moved her, and more so, it stirred a flutter in her heart towards the Third Master.

Qin Ruan tilted her head, leaning naturally on his shoulder, the curve of her red lips showing that her mood was very good.

Huo Yunjiao greatly enjoyed this rare closeness, but time did not allow.

They had gone to bed late last night, and it was already ten o’clock by the time Qin Ruan opened her eyes.

The guests would be visiting after noon, and they had a tight schedule ahead.

Huo Yunjiao leaned down close to Qin Ruan and pecked her on the lips.

A fleeting kiss, unspeakably tender and compassionate.

He leaned close to Qin Ruan’s ear and said softly and affectionately, "Ruanruan, happy birthday."

Qin Ruan laughed, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around the Third Master’s neck, "Thank you, husband."

This sweet and tender address touched the Third Master’s heart deeply, melting it entirely.

The next moment, Qin Ruan tilted her head up to deliver a sweet kiss.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t quite accustomed to doing this, misjudging her strength, she ended up knocking the Third Master over backward.

Their lips pressed tightly together, a cry of pain from the Third Master was heard.

His mouth was hurt by Qin Ruan, a faint taste of blood spreading between their lips.

Qin Ruan scrambled to get up, but her waist was tightly gripped, preventing her from moving even an inch.

Irregular breathing in her ears, the Third Master’s unspeakable excitement was clearly felt by Qin Ruan, pressed against him.

Because of a not-so-perfect kiss, little did she expect such a massive reaction from him.

Qin Ruan was simply dumbstruck, a flash of panic crossing her eyes.

The panic wasn’t because of her closeness with the Third Master but because she had accidentally split his lip.

That sensual and beautiful lip was now tainted with a hint of blood.

The already stunning man seemed as if he had been pulled down from a pedestal, exuding an intoxicating charm all around him.

Huo Yunjiao teasingly glanced at Qin Ruan, his voice husky, "Ruanruan, are you trying to stoke my fire as soon as you wake up? Can’t wait, can you?"

His hand pinched her soft waist.

Already ticklish, Qin Ruan couldn’t help but dodge.

The moment she showed any intention to evade, the hand the Third Master had on her lower back pressed even harder.

Unable to escape, Qin Ruan blushed and retorted, "I did not!"

She actually had the power to free herself from this man’s clutches, but seeing the Third Master’s mouth curl into an almost imperceptible smile, along with his enticing, slightly reddened eyes, made her heart flutter and clouded her judgement.

For some reason, she didn’t want to break free from his embrace, and even felt a bit of longing.

Qin Ruan’s body relaxed into the Third Master’s embrace before her brain could catch up.

Sensing her dependence and surrender, Huo Yunjiao’s eyes curved into a gentle arc, his smile lingering on his lips, making him appear completely benign.

Of course, if one ignored the weapon he had already drawn out, indicating a potential attack on Qin Ruan, this benign appearance would seem a bit more sincere.

Huo Yunjiao pressed his large hand against Qin Ruan’s waist, making her fully aware of his current pain and restraint.

Qin Ruan’s blushed face resembled a layer of rouge, her eyes sulking as she stared at the person forced beneath her.

The danger she felt didn’t match at all with the Third Master’s calm and scholarly face.

Some people’s natural gifts are envied and unattainable by many.

However, Qin Ruan kept a healthy distance.

Being too advantageous, she would be the one to suffer in the future.

Huo Yunjiao was oblivious to Qin Ruan’s complaints; he simply indulged in the warmth of her body.

Before he could completely lose control, he hugged Qin Ruan’s body, sat up very gentlemanly, and pushed her away from his embrace.

"Get up, today we need to introduce Ayao and Anqi to everyone, and prepare them mentally to avoid any chaos later."

His voice was as rich as wine, exuding the aura of a refined gentleman, as if he hadn’t been the one intentionally provoking Qin Ruan moments ago.

Nor was he like an invader at the gates, baring his eager fangs, ready to engulf and digest the encircled prey.

Qin Ruan’s breath suddenly hitched, her eyes filled both with resentment and affection as she glared at the Third Master.

Then, unable to help herself, she spoke up for her sons, "They are very well-behaved."

Huo Yunjiao said with a smile, "That’s only in front of you and me."

As a father, he knew his sons’ true temperaments all too well.

Qin Ruan also knew and nodded thoughtfully.

Ayao and Anqi truly weren’t easy to handle; from birth, they stood out, and their innate talents were astonishing.

Today, the Huo Family was hosting a banquet for all major powers in Capital City, with many high-status individuals attending. Should any chaos ensue, it would be difficult to explain.

The Huo Family losing face was a minor issue; the fear was that the children might hurt someone.

Qin Ruan straightened her pajamas, her heart, previously racing, now steadied considerably.

"I will go check on them in a bit."

She got up, walked towards the bathroom.

Huo Yunjiao’s dark eyes closely followed the swaying figure of Qin Ruan as she walked away.

Only when the bathroom door closed did he reluctantly shift his gaze.

Downward, Qin Ruan truly was a seductive enchantress.

Huo Yirong sighed deeply.

In the end, reason triumphed over the beast within him, and he only rose and walked towards the wardrobe after his body had regained its calm.

...

Huo Yirong sat in the wheelchair prepared by his subordinates and was pushed to the bedroom’s floor-to-ceiling windows.

The sea of roses that filled his view danced in the winter breeze, their fragrance wafting through the air, refreshing and delightful, uplifting one’s spirit.

With a small smile playing on his lips, he instructed Huo Qiang, who was standing behind the wheelchair, "Deliver the gift I prepared for my younger brother and sister. Make sure it reaches them before anyone else does."

"I’ll take it over in a moment."

After Huo Qiang spoke, he looked down at the pale and frail Huo Yirong and asked, "Second Master, aren’t you going to attend the young Madam’s birthday feast?"

"I’m not going. I’m tired of dealing with them while wearing masks all day."

Huo Yirong, sitting in the wheelchair, gently waved his hand.

Enjoying the rare peace, he wanted to take this opportunity to rest for a while.

"Knock, knock, knock..."

Someone knocked on the door.

Huo Yirong’s relaxed expression immediately turned grave; he knew who was outside and what their purpose was.

Huo Qiang spoke up, "Second Master?"

Huo Yirong lowered his eyes slightly, his voice light, "Let them in."

"Yes—"

Huo Qiang turned and walked over to open the door.

Gongsun Yibo entered with a cheerful smile.

His voice was booming, filled with laughter, "Second Master, today’s medicine has arrived."

As Gongsun Yibo approached, a strong scent of blood followed.

Huo Yirong lifted his eyes, his gaze intensely fixed on the bowl in his hands that was filled with bright red blood, exotic and eerie.

Gongsun Yibo stood in front of Huo Yirong, bending over to present the bowl of blood right before his eyes.

He even considerately added, "Just drawn blood; it’s still fresh and not fishy. Second Master, please drink it while it’s warm."

Huo Yirong’s gaze darkened as he stared at the full bowl of blood in front of him, a fierce look in his eyes and a surge of revulsion in his heart.

The taste of blood was not pleasant, and its sweet, fishy flavor was hard to swallow.

If it weren’t for this being the medicine that could save his life, Huo Yirong would have wanted to smash it to the ground.

Gongsun Yibo’s previously teasing expression changed as he sensed the intense aversion emitting from the man before him, the smile on his face fading, his voice growing grave, "Second Master, you don’t want to drink it?"

Huo Yirong gripped the wheelchair armrest tightly, feeling a strong aversion to the bowl of blood, both psychologically and physically.

Having it forced down his throat while he was unconscious was one thing.

But being awake and trying to drink this bowl of blood presented a significantly troubling problem for him.

He remained silent, and Gongsun Yibo’s expression grew increasingly serious, "Huo Yirong, if you don’t drink, I might not find another ’medicine person’. Even if I do, it would be hard to make them utterly devoted to you in a short time.

Without a ’medicine person’, you will have to endure the pain of the lifethreatening Blood Devouring Gu gnawing at your flesh. If any complications arise before we find another suitable ’medicine person’, your life will be at risk!"

Perhaps out of frustration, he even addressed him by his full name.

Huo Yirong looked up, his gaze cold as he faced the other man, "I didn’t say I wouldn’t drink it, just give me a moment to prepare mentally."

Although he was a noble son of a prominent family who had endured many hardships arranged by his family, such as eating raw snake meat and other wild game without batting an eye,

drinking human blood was something he subconsciously resisted, both mentally and physically.

Though Gongsun Yibo didn’t quite breathe a sigh of relief, his tone was significantly softer, "Song Qing has already lost half her life. Even if she survives, she will be nearly incapacitated. The agony she is enduring now is no less than yours..."

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Yirong reached out, took the bowl from his hands, and brought it to his pale lips.

The thick, cloyingly sweet scent of blood assailed Huo Yirong’s nostrils, making him tightly furrow his brow as a somber and chilly aura emanated from him.

He wasn’t being particular, he held his breath, tilted his head back, and in one breath, he brought the bowl to his mouth and gulped down the blood.

In just a few seconds, he had consumed the entire bowl of blood.

After drinking Song Qing’s blood, Huo Yirong’s complexion grew even paler, forcibly suppressing the urge to vomit, his delicate and sickly face appearing fierce and twisted.

The taste of blood was really not good.

Only those who have truly tasted it know how thick, sour, and slightly bitter it is.

However, all these could not compare to the repelling taste of that bloodiness.

Seeing Huo Yirong obediently finish, Gongsun Yibo’s face floated up with a smile again as he casually took the empty bowl from the other’s hand.

He was very satisfied, "Just like that. You shouldn’t treat your body poorly."

Huo Yirong lifted his eyes and coldly glanced at Gongsun Yibo.

His gaze was indescribably cold, accustomed to the authority of looking down on others.

"How is Song Qing?"

Hearing him caring about a Hidden Guard, Gongsun Yibo narrowed his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them.

He seemed casual but was seriously staring at Huo Yirong, idly saying, "Half dead, can’t get out of bed, can’t speak, every part of her body is in pain."

Huo Yirong tightened his grip on the wheelchair once more.

After a while, he asked, "Isn’t there a way to alleviate her pain?"

Having experienced the torment of the fatal sun-devouring gu, he knew too well the kind of pain that made him want to live yet not die.

Gongsun Yibo jeered, "Oh! Since when did Second Master Huo become so kind-hearted?"

Huo Yirong’s eyes swept towards Gongsun Yibo, then he scoffed lightly.

He said nothing, pushing his wheelchair towards the neighboring study, clearly not wanting to talk to this man anymore.

Gongsun Yibo didn’t mind his disregard, taking the empty bowl and leisurely leaving.

...

Qin Ruan and Huo Yunjiao finished breakfast simply and went upstairs to check on Huo Yao and Huo Anqi.

The two children, obedient and clever, were wearing exquisite uniforms, each holding a toy gun, playing joyfully with the servants.

Seeing their father and mother enter, they dropped the toys in their hands and stretched out their little arms, asking to be held.

Huo Yunjiao picked up Huo Anqi, who was closest to him, his face carrying a fatherly loving smile.

Qin Ruan lifted Huo Yao with one hand, wiping the milk stains beside his mouth.

The grandfather earnestly admonished Huo Anqi and Huo Yao, "Today is your mother’s birthday, you need to be well-behaved."

He spoke as if the two children could really understand his words.

The two children looked at Qin Ruan simultaneously, their smiles wide, bright, and innocent, looking very obedient.

Huo Yao: "Ah—"

Huo Anqi: "Yiya—"

Qin Ruan narrowed her eyes, rubbed Huo Yao’s cheeks, and then pinched Huo Anqi’s little face.

Her tone was much gentler, "Mommy might be very busy today. Later on, I will also take you out to meet people. You must behave, understand?"

Huo Yao and Huo Anqi made sounds again, innocently and adorably ignorant.

Huo Zhi came in from outside, bowing to Qin Ruan, respectfully saying, "Madam, it’s time for you to get dressed and put on makeup."

Huo Yunjiao reached out to Qin Ruan, "Go on, leave the children to me."

"Alright—"