Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 812: At the Critical Moment of Life and Death, the Timid Young Master Qin Saves His Uncle

Chapter 812: Chapter 812: At the Critical Moment of Life and Death, the Timid Young Master Qin Saves His Uncle

Xueqiu swiped a claw across his foolish poop-scooping servant’s handsome face: "Meow meow meow!!!"

Qin Mei’s face fell from excitement, his brow furrowed tightly, and he stared at Xueqiu with a doubtful expression: "You can’t handle it either?"

Xueqiu let out a fierce, inwardly hesitant cry: "Meow!"

Having gotten his answer, Qin Mei scoffed: "Even more useless than me, what’s the use of you!" And with that, he tossed Xueqiu onto the ground.

From the behavior of the Second Young Master Qin, it was clear he was on par with Lu Yichen—they were cut from the same cloth.

To debate who was more canine-like would be splitting hairs.

"Meow meow!!!" Xueqiu protested loudly after being unceremoniously thrown to the ground.

Qin Mei didn’t spare it a glance, standing still as he once more dialed Qin Ruan’s number.

At this moment, the only one who could save him was his dear little sister.

This altogether bizarre human-cat dialogue left Yan Xihu and Lu Yichen beside them completely befuddled.

Yan Xihu’s gaze lingered on Qin Mei’s eyes, which bore some familiarity, as a faint gleam crossed the similar orbs.

His eyes then swept over to the bristled Xueqiu standing on the ground as he said warmly, "Where did this cat come from? It looks like a fine breed, quite cute too."

Throughout his words, there was nothing but praise for Xueqiu, showing his fondness for it.

Without even lifting his head, Qin Mei replied indifferently, "Oh, just a piece of trash."

Xueqiu: "Meow meow meow!!"

You’re the trash! You damn brat!

Qin Mei disregarded Xueqiu’s protests.

As the second call went unanswered, Qin Mei’s expression grew increasingly ugly.

Yan Xihu put the water cup in his hand on the table beside him and slowly moved towards Xueqiu: "I’m quite fond of this little fellow; he looks adorable and is a delightful little thing. How about you name a price and sell him to me?"

The second call ended again with no answer.

On hearing Yan Xihu’s suggestion, Qin Mei rejected it without a second thought: "No way!"

Fearing the other would steal the cat, he rushed over to Xueqiu in three steps and bent down to hold it in his arms.

Qin Mei had a strong sense of possession deep in his bones; what belonged to him, no one else was to covet.

Having been with Xueqiu for so long, he had developed profound feelings for it.

He could hit it, scold it, even spoil it, but no one else was to think about it, not even a touch.

Xueqiu nestled in the arms of its poop-scooping servant, its cat face proud, idly licking its paw, not even giving Yan Xihu a glance.

Qin Mei stared at Yan Xihu with full hostility, while the latter raised his hands in surrender: "I thought you didn’t like it, hence the impolite suggestion."

Qin Mei exploded: "What I like or don’t like is none of your damn business."

Yan Xihu’s gaze fell on Xueqiu, affection in his eyes: "This cat seems to be of good breed and very human-friendly; it’s quite suited to being pampered."

That was a jab directly at Qin Mei’s pride.

Was Yan Xihu implying he wasn’t good to Xueqiu, or even that he couldn’t afford to keep it?

Qin Mei’s eyes bulged with anger as he retorted: "I spend millions on it every month, so quit your pointing and moralizing!"

Ever since he got Xueqiu, food, drink, belongings, and housing—everything was of the highest quality; he practically raised it like an ancestor.

Of course, ever since he got the cat, his personal expenses had plummeted, as certain high-cost recreational activities were no longer on his agenda.

Mainly because he was broke.

No matter how wealthy the Qin family was, they didn’t allow him to be extravagant and waste money.

He had all but drained his own coffers into Xueqiu.

Yan Xihu smiled and said amiably, "I’m very sorry, and I apologize for my rashness just now."

Just as Qin Mei’s anger subsided, Xueqiu called out to the man opposite: "Meow-woo——"

The voice was full of twists and turns, so tender that anyone unaware would’ve thought the man opposite was its master.

Enraged, Qin Mei threw Xueqiu to the ground again, "You ungrateful creature!"

"Meow!!"

Xueqiu’s fur bristled; it planted its paws on the ground and looked up, yowling at Qin Mei.

Qin Mei pointed at it, saying fiercely, "You little ingrate, how dare you act up for someone else!"

Xueqiu’s tail stood erect, its aggression surpassing that of a poop-scooper, "Meow meow!!"

Qin Mei laughed with rage, "I’ll deal with you later!"

"Meow meow meow!!!"

The fur on the tip of Xueqiu’s tail flared out, ready to pounce and scratch Qin Mei’s face viciously.

Qin Mei didn’t even glance at it, continuing to dial Qin Ruan’s number on his phone.

The banging on the doors of the hotel room lessened, and the sky had already darkened.

With the knowledge that evil spirits existed, the night always brought a sense of dread.

Lu Yichen walked over to Qin Mei and tugged gently at his sleeve.

Already seething with anger, Qin Mei shook his arm forcefully, turning to glare at Lu Yichen, "What do you want?"

"Qin Mei..."

Qin Mei had a bad feeling.

Why did Lu Yichen look so pale, with sweat pouring down and his body trembling slightly?

Qin Mei wondered if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear the other’s nervous heartbeat.

In the eerily quiet atmosphere, the heartbeat was exceptionally clear.

Qin Mei was frightened by Lu Yichen, "What... What’s wrong with you?"

Lu Yichen tugged at his sleeve again, lifting his arm to point towards the bedroom with the open door.

Yan Xihu also noticed something amiss and followed the direction indicated by the other.

The next instant, his expression froze, and a chill ran through his entire body.

"Xirong!"

The scene inside the bedroom enraged him so much that he rushed over.

"Hey, don’t go!"

Lu Yichen was quick to grab him.

The scene before them was both horrifying and bizarre; who knew if Yan Xihu’s rushing in would endanger their lives along with Qin Mei’s.

Qin Mei stared dumbfounded at the scene in the bedroom, "What... What is happening?"

His voice stumbled with shock.

Inside the bedroom.

The blonde with blue eyes, who they had encountered outside the door earlier, was now kneeling on the brightly lit bedroom bed.

And she was not the only puppet; there was another person.

The man lying down had his eyes tightly closed, looking as if he had been through a severe illness, his complexion ashen, not at all resembling someone alive.

But that wasn’t the most important part.

It was that the blonde-haired, blue-eyed puppet was pulling on the gray cotton sleeping pants of the man.

Perhaps because of the puppet’s chilly temperature, the man with closed eyes, without much capacity to resist, subconsciously pushed at the puppet’s head, trying to break free from discomfort.

Who knows where he touched the puppet, but his hands were full of blood, bright and striking droplets falling onto the bedsheet uniquely marked with the Imperial Court Hotel logo.

The puppet seemed to ignore the people outside the room, feasting with relish.

Yan Xihu, firmly held back by Lu Yichen, had his eyes reddened, struggling hard while shouting hoarsely, "Xirong!"

He hoped to awaken his barely conscious brother back to alertness like this.

The puppet was unfazed, her unnaturally pale hands pressed down reversely on the resisting Yan Xirong in his faint.

A critically ill man and a woman puppet filled with Evil Qi, their powers worlds apart.

The female puppet, commanding her subordinate who could provide her with food, continued to eat unhurriedly.

Lu Yichen had to exert all his strength just to hold down Yan Xihu, without any distraction to pay attention to the scene in the bedroom.

His and Qin Mei’s worldviews were completely shattered at this moment.

He never expected to see a human puppet in his life...

It was too extreme.

Lacking integrity, and without limits too.

It was a unilateral coercion by the female puppet.

The unconscious, frail man looked pained, and although he seemed completely weak, he was still pushing the female puppet away with the little strength he had left.

Lu Yichen couldn’t help but hesitate, wondering if stopping Yan Xihu was the right choice, concerned if the person inside might lose his life because of it.

In this moment of hesitation, his grip loosened slightly.

Yan Xihu seized the opportunity to break free and dashed towards the bedroom.

The female puppet, tirelessly toiling, had already gotten a taste of today’s delicacy.

However, she had just touched the forbidden flesh and hadn’t even begun to assimilate it when she sensed the malicious intent approaching from outside the bedroom.

The thick black fog that surrounded her body instantly became denser, nearly drowning her and the unconscious Yan Xirong.

Yan Xihu, who was rushing in, followed by Lu Yichen and Qin Mei, could not see anything within the black fog.

Lu Yichen’s body tensed as he stared at the black fog inside the bedroom, no longer able to see the scene that was destroying his worldview.

After a long time, he blinked and blurted out, "The object seems quite nice."

As he spoke, he wanted to slap himself.

What kind of way was that to talk?

Yet, Qin Mei, the blockhead, actually followed up on his words.

"Yeah, it’s just that the female puppet isn’t very skilled, seems like she lacks technique."

Lu Yichen’s lips twitched, and he turned his head to look at Qin Mei’s expressionless face.

On closer observation of his pupils, diffuse and unable to focus, Lu Yichen knew he was also scared.

The issue they were discussing seemed... somewhat improper.

Lu Yichen took a deep breath, cursing in his heart. It wasn’t somewhat improper; it was utterly disrespectful.

Just then, they clearly heard noises coming from within the black fog.

The low, anguished voice of a man, his grunt so pained, it seemed he was dying.

Yan Xihu burst into the bedroom, the female puppet already floating down from the bed.

As the black fog dissipated, her soul clung to the edge of the bed, her dark blue eyes glaring displeasedly at the intruder, with a residual Evil Qi swirling around her from being interrupted during her meal.

The female puppet raised her hand, touching the corner of her lips.

Spreading the water-colored smear on her chin, her lips curved into a seductively wicked arc, but her words were chillingly cold, "Duke, you’ve interrupted my meal, which displeases me immensely."

Yan Xihu stood at the bedroom door, his long legs unable to step further into the room, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

He gathered his energy, trying to suppress the rage boiling over from the desire to kill the puppet, but ultimately he couldn’t hold it back and shouted furiously, "Jennifer, my brother is dying!"

Jennifer’s lips curled up, her malice unfurled as she said, "This is his debt to me. Satan has already opened his arms to welcome him to Hell. Satan’s tolerance towards him is something we should celebrate, isn’t it?"

Her eyes narrowed, flashing with a spiteful gleam.

Yan Xihu lost his reason, pointing loudly at the floating female puppet, "Jennifer, he doesn’t owe you anything! Xirong doesn’t owe you anything! The only thing between you was a monetary transaction!

Your heart is dark; it’s your own insatiable greed that has led to your damnation. The one who really deserves to be in Hell is you!!!"

Upon hearing these words, Jennifer’s dark blue eyes turned red, and her pale face became even more ferocious, "No! He owes me. I loved him so much, how could he marry someone else? He gave me less money than he spent to marry that woman, he owes me..."

Yan Xihu sternly interrupted, "Jennifer, the money my brother gave you is enough for you to live without worries for a lifetime!"

Jennifer seemed to be caught in some painful memory, her soul trembling as her neck slowly separated from her body; the horrific wound kept bleeding profusely: "No, not enough, without money, I’m going to die!!"

Yan Xihu didn’t want to continue the argument about who was right or wrong; he saw that his brother lying in bed had already opened his eyes.

Yan Xirong’s clouded eyes, lacking much vitality, were staring blankly at a spot in the room, immersed in his own world, looking very abnormal.

Yan Xihu gritted his teeth at Jennifer: "Jennifer, if you dare touch my brother again, I’ll kill you, I swear I will!"

"Bang!!"

Jennifer’s head fell to the floor from her neck with a thud, making a dull sound.

"Shit, shit, shit!!"

Qin Mei, standing in the hall and witnessing this scene, turned and leaped away.

"Qin Mei!!!" Lu Yichen’s furious voice followed.

Qin Mei’s leap landed him right on top of him.

His arms tightly wrapped around Lu Yichen, his body shaking uncontrollably, he nervously blurted out: "Lu Yichen, get me out of here fast, I need to leave this damned place, it’s freaking terrifying, I’m scared to death..."

Lu Yichen, having witnessed Jennifer’s head fall and the blood gushing out like a waterfall, was also considerably shaken.

If it weren’t for Qin Mei’s alarming disruption, he might have already collapsed in fear.

At the moment, his anger outweighed his fright, he growled at Qin Mei clinging to him: "Get off me!"

"No, no, my legs are too weak, I’ve got no strength, just get me out of here; I’ll let you play with Xueqiu for a few days!"

Qin Mei defiantly refused to get off, his limbs tightly wound around Lu Yichen, completely distraught by the female puppet to the point of being helpless.

He even went so far as to offer Xueqiu to escape.

"Meow!"

Xueqiu was squatting at their feet, meowing discontentedly.

Lu Yichen reached out to pry the person off him, and just as he was about to apply force, a scream came from not far away.

"Ahh!!!"

Following the sound, they saw Yan Xihu kneeling at the bedroom doorway, his hands tightly strangling his own neck.

His face was flushing red, veins were bulging on his forehead, and even the veins on the back of his hands were visible, indicating how strong his own grip was.

The headless corpse of Jennifer in the bedroom was moving step by step towards Yan Xihu.

Seeing this, Lu Yichen felt a chill run up his spine. Ignoring the encumbrance on his body, he turned and ran.

Now was not the time to hesitate—running slowly meant risking his life!

Midway through the escape, Lu Yichen felt a sudden lightness.

Qin Mei had actually jumped down from him.

And that wasn’t all.

Glancing back, he saw Qin Mei, who normally feared puppets, charging towards Yan Xihu at the bedroom doorway.

He suddenly burst with strength, pulling up the taller middle-aged man and dragging him by his clothes towards the exit with great speed, swiftly reaching Lu Yichen standing by the doorway.

Lu Yichen stared at him with a complex expression, as if looking at a stranger.

After all, Qin Mei had left him behind twice in dangerous situations, but now, to help a stranger, it felt very odd.

Of course, this was not the time to ponder deeply.

As Qin Mei rushed over, Lu Yichen pulled open the door and ran out.

Qin Mei, dragging Yan Xihu, followed suit.

They hadn’t run far when the door to an opulent suite was opened from the inside.

A tall man stepped out, wearing only a towel around his waist, revealing his robust and perfect physique.

The man’s features were sharp and well-defined, possessing a menacingly handsome appearance.

His looks were commanding, his gaze full of pride, an air of superiority that made it hard to look away from him.