Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 825: Like This Broken Sword, No More Ties in the Remaining Life

Chapter 825: Chapter 825: Like This Broken Sword, No More Ties in the Remaining Life

As the man flung his sleeve, Qin Ruan was repelled by an inexplicable, formidable force.

She struggled to steady herself, her footsteps halting abruptly.

Her eyes inadvertently swept across her palm and discovered a heart, fresh and dripping with blood, like a ripe peach.

Already in agony, the sight of this heart made Qin Ruan nearly double over in pain, her breath catching in her chest.

It felt as though her heart was pierced by a thousand arrows, the pain causing tears to well up and tumble from her eyes.

The next moment, Wind Blade struck.

Then, a piercing, crisp sound reverberated.

The long sword in the man opposite her broke, his cold and merciless eyes fixed on Qin Ruan, his voice cold as ice, "Fox Clan’s Aruan, you and I are like this broken sword, henceforth without entanglement, never to cross paths for eternity, forever... never to meet!"

Ceremonial Rejection of the Sword!

These four characters emerged in Qin Ruan’s mind.

Her body trembled, panic overwhelming her; she opened her mouth to explain she wasn’t Fox Clan’s Aruan, she hadn’t done anything, but she couldn’t make a sound.

The man looked on with a frigid stare, scoffing lightly, "I still have public duties to attend to, Fengdu is desolate with rampant Evil Qi, I cannot play host..."

Buzzing filled Qin Ruan’s ears; her heart ached so fiercely she couldn’t hear what the other was saying.

Simultaneously, as Qin Ruan’s consciousness returned from the blurry illusion, she found her waist restrained.

In the next instant, she was being pulled towards an abyss.

The unexpected collision, with its destructive force, made Qin Ruan instantly break into tears.

Huo Yunjiao reached out to touch Qin Ruan’s cheek, his hand coming away wet with tears.

His heart ached for her, and his movement halted as he gently coaxed near her ear, "Ruanruan, be good..."

Qin Ruan was still caught in the aftermath of the scene that had invaded her mind, her voice choked with tears, "I didn’t, I haven’t done anything, I’m not Fox Clan’s Aruan."

Her voice was barely audible, and Huo Yunjiao, so close to her, still couldn’t hear her clearly.

Thinking her too fragile, he could only whisper words of comfort into her ear, not daring to take any further action.

Qin Ruan cried incessantly, her sobs full of grievance.

The man in the illusion was clearly the Third Master; his cold and merciless gaze, his cruel oath spoken with hatred, left her utterly heartbroken.

She cried in sorrow, as if wishing to cry out all the tears of her lifetime.

Fortunately, they had reached a crucial turning point; with soothing words, Huo Yunjiao comforted Qin Ruan, and during this time, they made a beeline for the mountaintop, barely managing to retreat in time.

It seemed that Qin Ruan had cried herself out.

She didn’t hear the low, husky sigh beside her; her eyelids, heavy as if weighing a thousand pounds, slowly closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Huo Yunjiao held Qin Ruan, breathing unevenly, and lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

"Baby, you did great!"

The voice brimming with a smile, deep and seductive.

...

Late at night, in the guest room.

Old Master Yan vomited blood.

Yan Xihu was lying on the sofa, dozing off, when he heard the commotion and immediately got up to see the blood on the sheets, exclaiming, "Father!"

The old man frowned, displeased, and admonished his eldest son, "Keep your voice down, don’t wake Aruan."

Yan Xihu couldn’t care less about caution at this point; seeing the fresh blood stain on the bed, he didn’t even put on his shoes before contacting the Huo Family to summon a doctor.

Dr. Chen was called upstairs in the middle of the night, not even having time to change out of his pajamas.

Still bleary-eyed, he arrived in the guest room to see Old Master Yan’s ashen face and immediately became alarmed, as the old master appeared to have only a breath left in him.

Yan Xihu was dressing Yan Yiqi, while also tidying up the blood-stained quilt on the bed.

Seeing Dr. Chen, he said in a grave voice, "Doctor, my father has coughed up blood!"

Chen Hengfeng stepped closer, flipped up Old Master Yan’s eyelid, and saw the dilating pupils, breaking into a cold sweat.

The old master was showing signs of imminent death.

A few hours ago, the other party’s physical condition was bad, but it hadn’t reached this point.

Doctor Chen’s hand shook slightly, and in a hoarse voice, he said, "The situation is somewhat grim, notify the Third Master and the Young Madam."

"What did you say?!"

Yan Xihu rushed to Chen Hengfeng’s side, grabbing his pajamas, and roared, "What do you mean by that?!"

Chen Hengfeng’s eyelids drooped slightly, and he spoke no further.

His attitude had said it all.

Old Master Yan spoke in a grave voice, "Xihu, let go of Doctor Chen, this is the Huo Family!"

Yan Xihu turned his head to look at his father lying on the bed, "Father!" His eyes were a deep red.

Old Master Yan’s face grew even more ashen, and in an almost inaudible voice, he said, "Life and death are destined."

No one could remain calm in the face of death.

An old man who had spent half his life in the business world and lived like a fish in water among the royals and nobles, became inevitably fearful and anxious when facing death.

The vitality of his body felt like it was being stealthily taken away, and the sensation of life slipping by was all too clear.

Old Master Yan spoke in a hoarse voice, "Xihu, I want to see Anyu’s children one more time."

The person he felt most indebted to in his lifetime was his youngest daughter, and he deeply regretted not being able to make it up to his grandchildren before his death.

Now he wanted to see them one last time, to offer whatever compensation he could, so that even if he died and descended into Hell, he would be able to face his youngest daughter.

"I’ll go call them!"

Yan Xihu let go of Chen Hengfeng, and with stumbling and desperate steps, he rushed out the door.

"Thud thud thud!!!"

Qin Ruan felt like she had just fallen asleep not long ago, only to be awakened by the urgent knocking at the door.

Yan Xihu’s anxious voice, carrying a hint of crying, came from outside the door into the room, "Qin Ruan, Qin Ruan, come out!"

Qin Ruan heard her name being called and subconsciously sat up in bed.

This movement distorted her delicate features.

An uncomfortable sensation surged within her, and the unusual pain made her hesitant to move recklessly again.

Huo Yunjiao also woke up, his brows furrowing displeasedly when he heard the noise outside.

Seeing Qin Ruan’s contorted face, he knew she was in pain,

He placed his hand on the small of Qin Ruan’s back and rubbed with some force to relieve her discomfort, "Be careful."

Thinking back to their previous intimate moments, Qin Ruan couldn’t bear to look at him.

Especially recalling the tearful and embarrassed way she had fled on her knees, she felt almost unbearably ashamed.

Qin Ruan’s gaze darted around, restless and unfocused.

The sound at the door was knocked again, she fixed her gaze on the door being urgently knocked and called out, "Coming!"

Her voice came out hoarse and unrecognizable.

Qin Ruan’s expression froze as she became aware of the scrutiny from the person beside her, and her face flushed red instantly.

Huo Yunjiao saw her uncomfortable expression and, deciding not to tease her, he instructed softly, "They wouldn’t come looking this early unless something had happened. You put on a nightgown first, and I’ll go answer the door."

The husky and seductive tone sent shivers down one’s spine.

Qin Ruan feigned composure as she nodded, finding the nightgown that was crumpled at the edge of the bed, and quickly slipped it on.

Huo Yunjiao got out of bed, his movements gentle and soothing as he rubbed her head, then he rose to open the door.

The door was opened, and Yan Xihu burst in.

He didn’t even glance at the person who opened the door, missing the marks of reddened skin on the Third Master’s body, where the nightgown had not covered it.

Seeing Qin Ruan seated on the bed, Yan Xihu, with red eyes, said, "Father is not going to make it, he wants to see you one last time!"

Qin Ruan, who already felt a little guilty in front of her elder, had just stabilized her emotions when she heard such explosive news.

Ignoring the discomfort in her body, she endured the pain to get up and put on her shoes.