Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 827: Bloodline Suppression and Submission, The Most Fatal Crushing

Chapter 827: Chapter 827: Bloodline Suppression and Submission, The Most Fatal Crushing

Old Master Yan’s trembling lips quivered with excitement as he struggled to keep his voice steady, "Living another day is a profit for me."

He inexplicably believed that the child might truly bring about a miracle.

After all, unwilling to succumb to death, he clung to a sliver of unrealistic fantasy.

Qin Ruan took a deep breath and, turning back, saw Third Master standing right beside her, which significantly soothed her unease.

She slowly lifted her hands, placing them above Old Master Yan’s body without directly touching him.

Invisible to the naked eye, golden light of Nether Power spread from her palms, like thousands of threads, pouring into Old Master Yan’s body.

"Hiss—"

Sounds of suppressed pain echoed.

Qin Ruan’s gaze sharpened at the noise, a flicker of concern flashing through her eyes.

Fortunately, the sound did not come from beside her, but from Old Master Yan’s mouth.

The process of extracting Evil Qi was far from easy; the painful low groans of her father reached Yan Xihu’s ears, making his eyes redden with emotion, unable to watch directly, filled with heartache.

As Qin Ruan used Nether Power to cleanse the Evil Qi, Old Master Yan’s clothes were quickly drenched with sweat; nearing the end of his years, his old bones could hardly withstand such torment and soon, he could bear no more and fainted.

Time slowly passed, and when Qin Ruan retracted her hands, her body swayed weakly.

Standing calmly behind her from beginning to end, Huo Yunjiao extended his arms and effortlessly enveloped her within his embrace.

"Are you alright?"

He couldn’t see the golden light of the Nether Divine Power, but he could feel the strong oppressive force within the room.

The atmosphere was familiar, bearing no threat of danger, nor did it carry any tension.

In contrast, Yan Xihu turned pale, his body trembling slightly, as if he was unable to endure the impact of that mysterious force.

Leaning in Third Master’s arms, Qin Ruan felt a slight soreness in the small of her back, and just below that was a slightly embarrassing, nagging pain.

With a flushed face and in an almost inaudible voice, she said, "I feel a bit unwell; I want to go back to my room."

Her legs trembled, barely able to stand, the hidden pain arriving in waves of embarrassment, making her wish she could find a crack to crawl into.

Huo Yunjiao’s eyes darkened, aware of how uncomfortable Qin Ruan was, and he immediately swept her into his arms.

With a seductive, teasing tone he said, "Alright, let’s go back."

Third Master thought to himself that the girl was too delicate, perhaps overly so, unable to even handle the most basic strain.

He worried about their future intimate affairs.

Continuing aerobic back-and-forth exercises with her would certainly require more tenderness.

If Qin Ruan knew what Third Master was thinking, she would undoubtedly protest on her feet.

This man’s fierceness would make other men jealous, turning them into envious lemon spirits, and it was likely that women, upon seeing his assets, would also feel an irresistible itch.

As Huo Yunjiao carried Qin Ruan away, Yan Xihu followed with a trembling voice, "Ruanruan, is Father better now?"

Uncertain yet hopeful, he posed the question tentatively.

If Yan Xihu’s legs could move, he would have already followed them.

The previous intense pressure from all sides made it difficult for him to even lift his foot, and he could only watch helplessly as the delicate couple walked away.

Qin Ruan, with her hands around Third Master’s neck, turned her head slightly and smiled at Yan Xihu, saying, "If you’re worried, you can get a doctor to check."

As she spoke, she yawned lazily, covering her mouth with her hand.

Having saved her grandfather and with Third Master unscathed, it was simply the best outcome for her.

With her worries at rest, exhaustion enveloped her, and she grew sleepy.

Upon hearing this, Yan Xihu knew exactly what Qin Ruan meant, his face twisting into an expression of extreme joy mixed with tears.

In the midnight corridor, the dark light shone down on the luxurious carpet beneath their feet.

Just a few steps out of the guest room, Huo Yunjiao abruptly halted, his piercing gaze directed at the towering figure standing at the bedroom door.

The figure’s long hair was unfurled, leaning against the wall beside the bedroom, those eyes, flickering with red light in the darkness, were staring intently at them.

This person exuded an overwhelming aura of dominance and disdain, as if the word ’owed’ was written all over them.

Owed what?

Naturally, owed... discipline!

Huo Qiang, who was on night watch, approached from around the corner, bowed to Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan, his voice respectful and submissive, "Master, this is a guest arranged by the Second Young Master Qin."

When Huo Qiang noticed Changyuan approaching the master’s and madam’s bedroom, he tried to persuade the man, but within three moves, he was disastrously defeated.

Qin Ruan, lying in the embrace of the third master with her eyes closed, slowly opened them when she heard Huo Qiang’s voice.

Turning her head to look, she saw Changyuan leaning against the wall and Huo Qiang, enveloped in an air of dampened pressure.

"Changyuan, when did you get here?"

She hadn’t noticed Changyuan following her when she returned from the Imperial Court Hotel last night; it seemed he was arranged by her second brother according to Huo Qiang.

Changyuan moved, straightening up, his black hair slid smoothly like silk, his eyebrows and eyes cold and arrogant—when unexpressive, he seemed particularly unapproachable, naturally maintaining a certain distance.

Coldly, he spoke to Qin Ruan, "I am waiting for you to fulfill your promise."

Having been away from Xia Yunchen for a while, all he wanted now was to quickly stand by his master’s side in human form.

Qin Ruan’s lips twitched slightly, somewhat speechless, "Do you even know what time it is?"

The features of Changyuan’s face were sharp and distinct, his red eyes flashing in the night, "You are awake."

The implication being, as long as you are awake, I can come to claim your promise at any time.

Hearing this, Qin Ruan’s expression became awkward.

Could it be that Changyuan had been watching her all along? Then everything that had happened between her and the third master was crystal clear to this ferocious beast.

When she thought about the indecent words she had spoken under the third master’s seduction and the shameful expressions that made one’s heart race, Qin Ruan’s eyelids couldn’t help but twitch.

Anyone whose bedroom activities were known by a third party would struggle to maintain a natural demeanor.

Shattered by the intrusion, uncontrollably crying out, begging for mercy, and even speaking words to please the third master.

Those ambiguous moments were never clearer in Qin Ruan’s memory than they were now.

Perhaps noticing Qin Ruan’s uneasy expression, Huo Yunjiao’s peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze towards Changyuan filled with a chilling sharpness.

Changyuan, puzzled, only looked towards Huo Yunjiao when he sensed the oppressive atmosphere of bloodline suppression in the air.

With that look, a solemn and cautious expression flickered through his crimson eyes.

A sense of familiarity struck him hard and fast, so much so that he instinctively wanted to kneel in submission, the overwhelming dominance catching him off guard.

Huo Yunjiao exuded an indescribable softness, the corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile, looking at Changyuan from the perspective of one in a superior position.

He did not resemble the hostility in his eyes; his demeanor was gentle and elegant, speaking softly, "Since he is an acquaintance of the madam, Huo Qiang, please take him back to the guest room to rest."

Huo Qiang, understanding the authority in his master’s casual glance and the unmistakable command in his voice, immediately complied.

He strode over to Changyuan, disregarding the dangerous evil Qi emanating from the man, and said firmly, "Sir, please come with me."

Changyuan’s crimson gaze still fixed on Huo Yunjiao, unable to recall why this person seemed familiar.

He ignored Huo Qiang, and the atmosphere in the air became frozen.

It was only broken by the sound of Qin Ruan’s lazy, tired voice.