Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 813: Bestow My Surname Upon You, Wishing to Forge a Qin-Jin Alliance with You

Chapter 813: Chapter 813: Bestow My Surname Upon You, Wishing to Forge a Qin-Jin Alliance with You

"Changyuan!"

Qin Mei looked as if he had seen his savior, dropping Yan Xihu, who might have been saved from the hands of the puppet due to a muddled brain, and rushed to Changyuan’s front.

"You, hurry and come with me!" Qin Mei grabbed Changyuan, ready to run.

He had come to the Imperial Court Hotel specifically to find Changyuan.

As for Yan Xihu, who seemed crazed and had been dragged out of the room, Qin Mei no longer had the strength to care about him. Right now, escaping was the priority.

But when Qin Mei pulled, he couldn’t move even half a step.

Turning his head back, he saw that Changyuan was standing still firmly in place, without moving an inch.

Unwilling to believe it, Qin Mei exerted all his strength, but still could not budge Changyuan.

Looking down from above, Changyuan gazed at Qin Mei, lips slightly parting, "Go where?"

The voice was faint, cold, and distant.

"Damn! The puppet is coming again!" Lu Yichen exclaimed in shock, hiding behind Qin Mei.

Qin Mei turned to look back. The golden-haired, blue-eyed female puppet floated out of the room, still dripping blood.

She floated in the corridor of the hotel, her clothes moving without wind, her eyes dark and staring at them, filled with enough resentment to kill.

Just then, the ringtone of a cellphone suddenly broke the eerie silence.

Vibrations came from the phone in Qin Mei’s pocket.

Instinctively, he took out his phone, a flash of joy passing through his eyes as he saw the familiar number, his fingertips quickly sliding across the screen to answer the call.

Without waiting for the other side to speak, he burst out desperately seeking help: "Ruanruan! We’ve encountered a puppet, and it’s eating people, really eating people! Save me!"

A shrill warning sound came through the phone, and when Qin Mei looked down, he saw the battery was nearly dead.

His face showed panic as he yelled into the phone, "Ruanruan, you have to come quickly!! If you don’t come, your second brother is going to die without a place to be buried!!!"

As the female puppet floated towards them, Lu Yichen clutched Qin Mei’s sleeve, his voice trembling, "We gotta get inside quickly, she’s coming, she’s here!!"

Xueqiu, who had run out from the room at some unknown time, sat down at their feet, calmly licking its paw.

Leaning against the door, Changyuan watched the scene, calmly pulling Qin Mei and Lu Yichen into the room.

He looked down at the fallen Yan Xihu with an impatient expression on his face.

Then, he kicked forward with his long leg, sending the person tumbling into the room.

The sound of Yan Xihu’s pained groans followed.

Turning to look at the hallway, the puppet no longer approached when she saw Changyuan take action.

Her countenance twisted in terror as she gazed at Changyuan, as if very afraid of him.

Changyuan eyed the blood-covered female puppet with a cold glance, and commanded in a cold voice, "Scram!"

Against the puppet’s evil Qi, his single word spread through the spacious hotel corridor.

Blown by a wind from nowhere, the puppet Jennifer took several steps back.

In an instant, the female puppet disappeared from the spot.

Returning to the bedroom where Yan Xirong was lying, her spirit body trembled, nearly dissipating.

Her gaze turned towards Yan Xirong, who was again unconscious on the bed, and the female puppet quickly floated over to him.

Her almost transparent hands reached down once more to his grey cotton pajama bottoms.

...

Huo Mansion.

Qin Ruan, who was in the banquet hall, gripped her phone tightly.

Hearing her second brother’s cry for help from the other end, her expression was filled with indignant fury, her eyes swirling with a fierce, ruthless look.

Before he could ask what was going on, his elder brother had already hung up the phone, and when he tried calling back, he got a notification that the cell phone was turned off.

Huo Yunjiao, standing beside him, saw it all and reached out to wrap his arm around Qin Ruan’s waist, drawing her close. He bent down and asked softly in her ear, "What happened?"

Qin Ruan looked up at him, her voice apologetic, "My elder brother got into trouble, I need to go to the Imperial Court Hotel."

Huo Yunjiao gently frowned, "Right now?"

Qin Ruan pursed her lips and looked towards the guests in the hall, every one of them holding prestigious identities.

They said they came for her birthday, but the deeper reason was because of the Huo Family, aiming for the title of Mrs. Huo that she bore.

Qin Ruan was well aware of all the underlying intentions behind the Huo Family’s arrangements today.

At this moment, she couldn’t leave. The next part of the event was to cut the birthday cake, for the Family Head to propose to her, and for both children to be entered into the Huo Family’s genealogy.

Thinking of her brother still in danger at the hotel, Qin Ruan took a deep breath, her gaze resting on the gentle face of the man before her. The determination in her eyes grew stronger, and the guilt in their depths deepened.

Seeing her resolve to leave tonight, Huo Yunjiao let out a soft sigh, full of boundless indulgence and compromise.

He reached into his suit pocket and took out a delicate ring box.

Inside the banquet hall, most people appeared to be toasting and drinking, but in truth, their peripheral vision was assessing everything about Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan.

When Huo Yunjiao took out the ring box, a knowing and complicated expression appeared on people’s faces.

Qin Ruan had known in advance that the Family Head would propose tonight. At this moment, seeing the wedding ring, her heart uncontrollably began to race.

They were standing right in the center of the banquet hall, a multi-tiered birthday cake beside them.

Under everyone’s watchful gaze, Huo Yunjiao slowly bent down and knelt on one knee in front of Qin Ruan.

His features were as if painted, his voice tender as water, "Ruanruan, would you give me the chance to share the same quilt in life, and the same tomb in death?"

There were no sweet nothings, nor any melodramatic confessions of love.

But this was exactly what Qin Ruan wanted—to grow up with this man, marry him, have children with him, and be by his side for life until they grew old together.

Qin Ruan slowly extended her hand, her fingers trembling slightly and not as composed as her expressionless face appeared.

Huo Yunjiao’s lips curved into a smile, slowly opening the ring box and taking out the simple yet finely made ring.

He didn’t immediately place the ring on Qin Ruan’s finger, but instead looked up at her with a handsome and gentle face, his eyes smiling.

"My dear, you know about my health condition. If I hadn’t met you, I would have never planned to marry my entire life. Meeting you was a twist of fate, yet it felt like gaining a treasure.

I am nine years older than you, but I will devote all my love to taking care of you, cherishing you, pampering you, wishing for a worry-free life for you."

Huo Yunjiao’s long, fair fingers picked up the simple diamond ring and slowly slid it onto Qin Ruan’s finger.

As if conducting a solemn ceremony, his voice was deep and strong, "I bestow my surname upon you, and wish to be united with you in marriage, for eternity."

Huo Yunjiao’s tender and affectionate tone reached the ears of everyone in the hall.

Qin Ruan felt a coolness on the tip of her finger and her eyes sparkled with contentment, more than satisfied.

There was no profound declaration of love, but she was so moved that her heart was utterly intoxicated.

She responded with a soft voice, "To have one’s heart, to never part from the white-haired years, to join hands to old age."

Huo Yunjiao placed the ring, his tender and lingering gaze lingering on Qin Ruan.

He smiled, a smile so stunning it dazzled, and held Qin Ruan’s hand tightly, "Mrs. Huo, I am very happy today, what about you?"

Joy that could not be concealed shone in Huo Yunjiao’s eyes, a happiness that spread contentment to others, including Qin Ruan, whose heart uncontrollably thumped.

She bit her lip and smiled, her voice pleasant to hear, "Mr. Huo, I am also very happy today."

Huo Yunjiao stood up and gathered Qin Ruan into his arms.

Applause erupted around them, with people closest offering pleasing blessings.

Amid the continuous congratulations, Huo Yunjiao whispered instructions into Qin Ruan’s ear, "Later, I’ll have Huo Zhi and Lin Hao escort you out. Huo Qiang can’t leave; it’s hard to get away with so many people around today. Whatever happens outside, don’t put yourself in danger, and remember that I and the children are waiting for you at home."

Qin Ruan circled his waist with her arms, relying on him as she spoke softly, "I understand."

Huo Yunjiao held Qin Ruan for a while, and seeing the people from the Huo Family and the Qin Family not far away, slowly released her.

"Go on—"

...

Imperial Court Hotel.

Qin Ruan and her group hurried over and took the elevator straight up.

Her face was expressionless, with an icy look in her eyes, a far cry from the softness she showed in front of Huo Sanye.

Following the scent of Qin Mei’s Qi, they quickly located the room where Changyuan was.

Lin Hao, who stood behind her, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?!"

A flustered voice came from inside the room—it was Qin Mei.

Hearing his voice, Qin Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, "Second Brother, it’s me."

Within a few seconds, the door before her eyes was opened from the inside.

Qin Mei looked disheveled, his clothes stained with blood from who knows where.

Seeing Qin Ruan standing outside the door, his eyes reddened, and he threw himself at her.

"Ruanruan, you’re finally here, you scared me to death—the Puppet, she really eats people!!!"

The fear of a brush with death finally brought tears to Qin Mei’s eyes.

Having witnessed Jennifer consuming Yan Xirong, even though it wasn’t literal eating, the scene still shattered his world view.

The comparison to a murder scene struck fear into his heart, casting a psychological shadow as well.

Qin Ruan raised her hand to pat his shoulder, comforting him in a gentle voice, "It’s okay now, I’m here, don’t be afraid, Second Brother."

Qin Mei felt rather embarrassed as the elder brother to be so cowardly.

He released Qin Ruan, wiped his tears, and huffed, "I’m so handsome as a little master, what if that female Puppet took a fancy to me?"

Qin Ruan: "..." She blinked, her expression blank.

Although she didn’t know exactly what had happened.

Just from hearing what Qin Mei said, she felt that something was amiss.

Soon, Changyuan and Lu Yichen also came to the doorway from inside the room.

Seeing Qin Ruan, Changyuan’s eyes flickered slightly, and his complexion showed a moment of unease before quickly reverting to his usual cold demeanor.

He spoke to the siblings and others standing outside the door, "If you have something to say, come inside. There’s another person in here who’s nearly dead."

Hearing this, Qin Ruan let go of her second brother and quickly led everyone inside.

Yan Xihu was still lying on the ground, his complexion deathly pale, exhaling more than inhaling, with very faint movements in his chest and abdomen.

Seeing the somewhat familiar face, Qin Ruan frowned, "Who is he?"

Lu Yichen stepped forward, "He is the eldest son of the Yan Family from Northern England, a first-class duke of the Royal Family, named Yan Xihu. The Yan Family is a prestigious clan in Northern England with significant assets and deep entanglements with the Royal Family.

When we arrived, we accidentally broke into the room of the Yan brothers... Later, as we were escaping from the female Puppet’s entanglement, Qin Mei managed to rescue him in passing."

He succinctly informed Qin Ruan of the events that had transpired.

Hearing it was the Yan Family, Qin Ruan thought of the Yan Family Head who lay unconscious in the Huo Mansion.

Her gaze searched the spacious living room for something.

Qin Mei saw this and asked in a low voice, "Ruanruan, what are you looking for?"

"Where’s the other person?"

Qin Mei wrinkled his nose, his tone casual with a touch of guilt, "Still in the room, not sure if he’s still breathing."

Upon hearing this, Qin Ruan turned and left.

If the Yan Family Head was her grandfather, then Yan Xihu and Yan Xirong would be her uncles.

No matter what, she had to go see for herself.

Qin Ruan turned and walked away, not needing to ask which room Yan Xirong was in, she only had to follow the direction where the Evil Qi was the thickest and she would certainly find it.

Lin Hao and Huo Zhi followed without saying another word.

Although Qin Mei was timid and afraid of puppets, now that her younger sister had arrived, she reverted to her fearless nature.

Standing in front of the room that previously housed Yan Xihu and Yan Xirong, Qin Ruan didn’t wait for Lin Hao and Huo Zhi to knock and kicked the door open with her foot.

The force was so great that the door bounced off the wall inside the room, rattling continuously.

Qin Ruan strode into the room as a chilling Evil Qi hit her face, the light in her eyes dark and menacing.

From the room directly across, a low moan of pain could be heard, along with cursed swearing in the Northern England language from a woman’s voice, desperate and frantic.

Qin Ruan squinted slightly and hurried over.

The open door allowed her to see the situation inside clearly at a glance.

Jennifer was kneeling in front of Yan Xirong, her mouth occupied with what served as her sustenance.

Yan Xirong’s eyes were tightly closed, his expression one of pain and distortion, looking as if he could pass away at any moment—so weak that he seemed on the verge of having his life force drained.

Qin Ruan instinctively raised her hand and flung it out, with a Nether Power-infused Wind Blade speeding straight toward Jennifer.

Sensing the incoming danger, the latter instantaneously moved to a corner of the room.

She was covered in blood, her eyes a bloody red, furious at being interrupted during her meal, her gaze ferociously fixed on Qin Ruan and her companions.

Qin Mei, standing behind, saw Yan Xirong looking like he was about to die and exclaimed in shock, "Holy shit! This guy’s really been brought to his knees by a woman!"

If Yan Xirong continued to have his life force sucked out by the Puppet, his death was certain.

Jennifer wiped the corner of her mouth, her gaze coldly fixed on Qin Ruan as she spoke viciously, "Who are you?"

She could feel that Qin Ruan had an aura that made her wary.

This person was not to be underestimated; she dared not act recklessly.

Qin Ruan couldn’t be bothered with frivolous talk and raised her hand again, lashing out at Jennifer with the Golden Whip materializing in her hand, heading straight for its target.

This time, as Jennifer attempted to escape, she was bound by the Nether Power-entwined Golden Whip.

The power from the Golden Whip tore at her soul, her cries of agony echoing through the room.

Seeing Yan Xirong lying on the bed, Qin Ruan noticed much about him, including parts that should have remained unseen.

She turned her head away, her tone slightly unnatural as she spoke to the person beside her, "Lin Hao, go and carry... him out."

After finishing her words, she gestured toward Jennifer’s room with a flick of her fingers and swiftly left the awkward scene.

In the corner of the room, Jennifer, bound by the Golden Whip, suffered torment for her soul.

At the light beckoning of Qin Ruan’s fingertips, she involuntarily drifted out of the room.

Lin Hao entered the bedroom and pulled up the cotton grey comfortable sweatpants that had fallen around the knees of the barely conscious Yan Xirong.

He also straightened the other’s disheveled shirt, stained with dirty blood, before carrying him away from the room filled with dense Evil Qi and the thick scent of blood.

Having returned to Changyuan’s room once more, Qin Ruan flung the captured female puppet next to him.

Changyuan glanced at the Puppet at his feet, disgust flashed through his eyes, stepping back.

Qin Ruan walked up to Yan Xihu lying on the carpet inside the room.

Seeing the black marks on his neck, she furrowed her brows and turned back to ask Changyuan, "What happened to his neck?"

"Bewitched by the Puppet, he strangled himself," Changyuan responded with his usual cold indifference, as if it was someone else’s problem.