Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 814: Ruanruan, when did we get an uncle?

Chapter 814: Chapter 814: Ruanruan, when did we get an uncle?

Lin Hao carried Yan Xirong into the room and came to Qin Ruan’s side, "Madam, where should I put him?"

He was referring to Yan Xirong in his arms.

"Put him on the sofa."

After Qin Ruan finished speaking, she bent down to check on Yan Xihu’s condition.

The latter’s mind had been befuddled by the Puppet, making his body quite weak, and he was already half a breath away from death.

It was unclear what was going on with the Yan Family, whether it was bad feng shui or they had attracted some ill-willed petty people. The old master of the Yan Family was critically ill, on the brink of life and death, with his two sons also in mortal danger.

Since Yan Xihu’s situation was not suitable for moving, Qin Ruan could only kneel on the ground to treat him.

If it had been a natural disaster or human calamity, she might have been helpless, but dealing with disturbances caused by evil spirits was effortlessly within her capabilities.

Qin Ruan brought her index and middle fingers together and lightly tapped Yan Xihu’s forehead. The Dark Evil Energy within his body was dispersed instantly upon coming into contact with the Nether Divine Power.

As for the dark bruises on his neck, they were unlikely to fade quickly.

Those wounds were truly frightening. Qin Ruan rubbed the marks on his neck with the tip of her finger, lightening the scars considerably.

The Evil Qi inside Yan Xihu dissipated, the wounds on his neck improved, and the Yang Qi he had lost in the tussle with the female Puppet was also restored substantially.

His life was saved.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

After regaining consciousness, Yan Xihu’s throat tightened, and he coughed non-stop, sounding extremely weak.

He looked like someone who had just survived a severe illness and taken a stroll around the Ghost Gate.

When Yan Xihu opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a pair of familiar, gentle eyes. His expression changed abruptly, revealing panic, ecstasy, and sadness.

He reached out and grabbed Qin Ruan’s arm, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable, "Anyu!"

Anyu, the youngest daughter of the Yan Family, Yan Anyu.

Qin Ruan’s gaze dimmed slightly; could she really look that much like her birth mother?

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, her thoughtful gaze concealed, "I am not her, my name is Qin Ruan."

Yan Xihu’s eyes, which were gradually brightening, dimmed again upon hearing this. He gazed at Qin Ruan’s gentle, cunning eyes that were still full of life and couldn’t bear to blink.

His hand still clung tightly to Qin Ruan’s arm, muttering in a daze, "So similar, just too similar!"

Qin Ruan looked at his hand clinging tightly to her arm, the veins standing out on the well-maintained back of his hand.

She sighed softly and used a bit of strength to pull away his hand.

Yan Xirong’s life was still hanging by a thread, and his condition was more serious than Yan Xihu’s. Now was not the time for family recognition and reminiscence.

Qin Ruan stood up and walked to where Lin Hao had placed Yan Xirong on the sofa.

The female Puppet had fed on his essence, leaving Yan Xirong with only a breath of turbid Qi.

If she hadn’t shown up tonight, he would have certainly died.

Changyuan came from behind and stood behind Qin Ruan, his tone light as he asked, "Are you going to save him?"

Qin Ruan looked up at him and spoke frankly, "He may be my uncle; I cannot let him die."

Yan Xihu, who was in a state of shock and having narrowly escaped death, heard these words, and his eyes widened, staring intensely at Qin Ruan.

The extreme sorrow and joy contorted his handsome face.

Qin Mei, too, was taken aback, "Ruanruan, since when do we have an uncle?"

His memories of his mother weren’t deep, but he knew she had no living relatives.

Qin Ruan glanced at Yan Xihu, whose expression was one of shocked surprise, then turned to Qin Mei, her tone cold, "It’s possible, but not yet certain."

Qin Mei looked distressed, his gaze measuring Yan Xirong and Yan Xihu.

And truth be told, the more he looked, the more a sense of familiarity he felt.

Changyuan’s eyes narrowed toward Yan Xirong as he watched the vitality slowly fade from his body. He spoke out to remind Qin Ruan, "If you want to save him, do it quickly. Any longer and he’ll be gone."

Qin Ruan sat on the sofa, her eyes downcast, gazing complexly at Yan Xirong, who was pale as paper and seemed ready to report to the Netherworld at any moment.

She was hesitating.

Changing someone else’s fate had no impact on her.

But what about Third Master?

Every time she altered fate, Third Master’s body was affected.

Changyuan, as if sensing her hesitation, spoke up to suggest, "If it’s inconvenient for you to act, I can."

He was talking more than usual today, and his attitude was too eager.

Qin Ruan wasn’t oblivious, she looked up directly into his indifferent eyes, "What do you want?"

He must want something to be so eager.

"To enter the entertainment industry," Changyuan replied straightforwardly.

Qin Ruan frowned, stood up, and stepped aside, gesturing with her chin, "You save him first."

Changyuan took it as an agreement and strode over to Yan Xirong.

With his back to everyone, his dark eyes gradually turned blood-red. His large hand was placed on Yan Xirong’s chest, the other on his lower abdomen. He attacked from both ends, unleashing the mighty aura of an ancient ferocious beast.

"Hmm!" Yan Xirong groaned in pain.

The bathrobe on Changyuan’s body fluttered without wind, revealing his perfectly muscular body.

Even the underwear he was wearing became visible to all present.

No one was paying attention to these details, everyone’s gaze was fixed on Yan Xirong lying on the sofa, eyes shut tight, making sounds of pain.

Jennifer, the puppet hidden in a corner of the room, looked at the scene with terror flashing in her red eyes. She wanted to flee, but was tied down by the Golden Whip.

After a moment, Changyuan stopped his intervention.

Yan Xirong on the sofa opened his eyes, gazing blankly around at the people with his mist-covered eyes.

His face still looked pale and weak, but there was a significant recovery of his vitality. It would probably be difficult to regain the health he had before the puppet entanglement.

But even so, this was already very good.

Yan Xirong’s gaze shifted to Yan Xihu sitting on the carpet, his expression changed drastically, and his defensive stance also relaxed significantly, "Big Brother!"

Yan Xihu spoke with a choked voice, "It’s good that you woke up, so good..."

He rose and approached his younger brother with steps weak and unsteady. Seeing the disarray of his clothes, he recalled memories that made him gnash his teeth in anger.

Jennifer was merely a mistress his brother had kept before his wedding; he had not expected her to be such a persistent, malicious person with ulterior motives.

Yan Xirong thought the people around were brought in to treat his illness and paid them no more mind.

He rested his head back on the sofa cushion, asking feebly, "What about Father?"

Yan Xihu replied, "Today is the birthday banquet for the third young madam of the Huo Family."

Yan Xirong was initially startled, his bloodless lips curled slightly, and he said with a sigh, "Just like that, he got married. Time flies so fast."

Completely unaware that the star of tonight’s Huo Family’s event was standing right in front of him.

Yan Xihu tidied his brother’s clothes, speaking gently, "When you were young, you even held the third son of the Huo Family in your arms. That child’s fate was harsh too, but now that he’s found someone to spend the rest of his life with, it’s his good fortune. Once you’re well, we’ll go to see him."

"Alright," Yan Xirong nodded, his consciousness just clearing, he was somewhat out of sorts, "Big Brother."

Yan Xihu grasped his hand, "You speak."

"I want to go home, I miss Muqiong."

Sorrow filled Yan Xirong’s eyes.

Yan Muqiong, his one and only precious jewel.

Yan Xihu pursed his lips tightly, if there was one more person in this world that he couldn’t bear to part with besides himself and his father, it was Yan Muqiong.

His throat was dry as he tried to console in a low voice, "When father returns, we’ll go back. Aqiong is very worried about you; she even called me tonight to ask about your health."

"Can I still go back?" Yan Xirong’s voice became weaker and weaker.

After more than a month of struggle, he knew he was dying.

The feeling of life slipping away made him powerless and frightened, but above all, reluctant to leave his family.

Qin Ruan frowned deeply, "You need to rest now."

Her ethereal, pleasant voice reached his ears, and Yan Xirong turned his head subconsciously to look.

But his eyes were misty and starting to blur, he could no longer see clearly.

The vague outlines of Qin Ruan’s features entered his view, and Yan Xirong felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. As he tried to take a closer look, his eyelids, burdened by exhaustion, closed heavily.

"Xirong? Xirong?"

Yan Xihu held his brother’s hand, his heart filled with panic and unease.

Qin Ruan also felt uncomfortable, troubled by Yan Xirong’s resigned yet longing eyes.

Seeing Yan Xihu’s worried expression, she couldn’t help but reassure him, "He needs rest. His life is saved, but if he wants to be safe and sound in the future, it’s best to return the positive energy that the Puppet had drawn from him."

Upon hearing this, Yan Xihu’s eyes, fierce and cold, landed on Jennifer who was in the corner.

Following his gaze, Qin Ruan mentioned her dilemma, "The Eastern and Western domains of the Netherworld and Hell usually don’t interfere with each other. I am not the Satan of the West, and I do not have the authority to intervene in Western demonic affairs.

You may be my kin, and I cannot stand to see you humiliated by evil spirits. However, before taking action, we must follow the procedures of our Eastern tradition. I need to understand the grudge between the Yan Family and the Puppet."

Only by understanding the hatred between them could she know how to act.

Yan Xihu looked up, his gaze intensifying on Qin Ruan’s attractive features, especially her sly eyes which resembled those of his sister.

He opened his mouth and slowly narrated the Yan Family’s recent misfortunes, "Jennifer was Xirong’s lover before his marriage. Out of consideration for her past with Xirong, the Yan Family didn’t deal with her.

But she was too greedy. Even after Xirong’s marriage, she wouldn’t leave him alone. The Yan Family had given her wealth twice, enough for her to live comfortably in her later years..."

This was a debt of affection, entangled with interests.

Looking at Jennifer now, still stunning in her thirties, one could imagine how beautiful she must have been when she was younger.

Beautiful people always carry a certain fearlessness.

She was a child from a poor family, with an ambition that could never be satisfied.

She pursued high society, craving the luxuries of the upper-class life, liking to be surrounded by rich and powerful men.

A typical seeker of material pleasures in both spirit and life, willing to stoop to any means to attain them.

Before meeting Yan Xirong, Jennifer had been with several men.

Some were young heirs to family fortunes; others were rich men with grandchildren already born. It wasn’t until she met Yan Xirong that she was entranced for a while.

Yan Xirong too, was once young and impetuous. With his handsome looks and a notable family, of course, he had the male prerogative of uncontrollably coveting beauty.

He was taken by the young and beautiful Jennifer, enjoying her little schemes, especially her maturity in matters of the bedroom.

One could say Jennifer was an undemanding canary.

While she satisfied Yan Xirong’s physical needs, she also indulged him with her careful and clumsy efforts to please in daily life.

Such a beauty, with neither money nor power of her own, could only live by the charity of men, greatly satisfying their vanity.

Jennifer’s eyes held greed and ambition.

If those appeared in the eyes of a noble girl, they might be quite endearing.

It’s a pity that they shone from a poor girl who had no background and could only rely on men to sustain her.

Her unsophisticated little schemes were nothing but a joke to entertain others.

No one cared, and some not-so-gentlemanly men even sneered at Jennifer behind her back for deluding herself that she could climb the social ladder through her charms.

In this world, there had never been a fairy tale about Cinderella, and the idea of an instant rise to heaven was even more preposterous.

Yan Xirong could see Jennifer’s ambition for wealth and power, as well as her greed.

So, when he enjoyed Jennifer’s company, he was never stingy with his wealth and was always generous to whatever she wanted.

It was not until his family arranged his marriage with a business partner’s daughter from Northern England that he laid his cards on the table with Jennifer.

Out of consideration for their time together, he gave Jennifer a substantial sum of money.

Of course, Yan Xirong could have completely ignored her, not even giving her a penny if he wanted to.

He knew well that Jennifer was a restless woman who, while with him, was entangled with several other men of power and wealth.

Yan Xirong didn’t mind such things; they were just taking from each other. He didn’t linger on Jennifer, as during their transaction, he was attracted to other beauties as well.

Jennifer was merely a canary who could only survive on a man’s charity; without a man, she had nothing.

Since it was a flesh-and-cash deal from the start, Jennifer had other options at the time and didn’t cling to Yan Xirong.

But after Yan Xirong got married, she came to him in utter disarray.

There’s an old saying, "If you always walk by the river, you will eventually get your shoes wet."

Jennifer was approached by the wife of a certain noble, who didn’t hit or scold her but invited her to a manor where she was lavishly taken care of.

Jennifer liked men, and that noble wife was rather understanding, sending different men to her room every day.

There were surveillance cameras installed in the room, and if Jennifer resisted, the noble wife would send another man into her room; if she caused a fuss, the response was to send in more, and so on.

At the most extreme, there were up to seven men entering Jennifer’s room at once.

On ordinary days, Jennifer did not cry or make a fuss; entangling with just one man a day was considered fulfilling her duty.

Should she cry or throw a tantrum, the noble wife still wouldn’t hit or scold her but would only have the men entering her room bring small tools or increase their number.

Jennifer cried and made a fuss but soon became terrified of the noble wife’s methods and became much more docile.

As the days went by, Jennifer was well-fed and developed an addiction to this daily interaction with different men.

Several months later, she vomited during breakfast.

Jennifer was pregnant, and naturally, the father was unknown.

Over the months, the faces of hundreds of men flashed through her mind; who could know which was the father of the child.

It was at this time that the noble wife finally released her from the manor.

The first thing Jennifer did after leaving her prison was to go to a backstreet clinic to terminate the pregnancy.

She still intended to use her beauty to bring countless men to their knees; a child would only be a hindrance to that.

Months passed, and the men who used to flock around her all avoided her calls.

It was only later that she learned the woman who had locked her up was the wife of an earl.

She had ordered that no one was to give Jennifer a way out; anyone who helped Jennifer would be the enemy of their family.

Like a delicate flower that could not survive without men, Jennifer had no way to live on her own.

Desperate, Jennifer turned to Yan Xirong for help.