Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 877 Mr. Ke, is one hundred million in cash ready?

Chapter 877: Chapter 877 Mr. Ke, is one hundred million in cash ready?

Huo Zhi and several Hidden Guards of the Huo Family got out of the car, standing behind Qin Ruan.

Even without the Yin Yang Eye, Huo Zhi could feel the eeriness of the Ke Family villa, frowning as he warned, "Madam, something about this place isn’t quite right."

Qin Ruan gazed at the cold and malevolent Evil Qi emanating from the gates of the Ke Family home and nodded solemnly, "You don’t need to follow me inside; the situation there is perilous."

Huo Zhi’s body tensed up, and his aura became icy in an instant, "Will you be in danger?"

Qin Ruan’s eyes were cold as she offered a scornful smile, "There’s no need for such worry, it’s just a Puppet Ghost—it can’t hurt me."

Ke Zhibin and Ke Yihui, hearing the noise outside, hurriedly walked out, bumping into Qin Ruan who was about to enter.

Upon seeing her, Ke Zhibin seemed to have found a savior; his body and soul, tortured by his mother’s incessant screams, could no longer bear the strain.

He rushed forward to Qin Ruan, falling to his knees with a thud, "Miss Qin, please save us!"

Qin Ruan looked down at the mature and robust middle-aged man kneeling before her, making no move to step aside.

His kneeling was something she could accept.

Ke Zhibin was enveloped in several strands of Evil Qi from different Puppet Ghosts, the malevolent spirits demanding his life relentlessly.

Two days ago, when she was visiting Xia Yunchen at the hospital, she had bumped into Ke Zhibin, and his aura of Yin Evil had shocked her too.

She had even jumped to the conclusion, thinking Ke Zhibin was a murderer, to attract the entanglement of numerous lost souls.

Only after catching a wisp of Evil Qi from him did she realize that murder wasn’t the only cause for malevolent spirits to demand a life.

Without knowing the full situation, aiding the wicked could also invite the vengeful spirits of the dead.

Qin Ruan lapsed into a momentary trance, then asked after a pause, "Mr. Ke, is the cash of one hundred million ready?"

As soon as the question was asked, Ke Zhibin stood frozen on the spot, speechless.

He looked up at Qin Ruan with eyes full of despair, frantically guessing in his heart, wondering if this person could actually be a charlatan.

Ke Yihui didn’t harbor the same thoughts as his father; seeing Qin Ruan so young, pretty, and looking like a university student, she appeared to be nothing like a Master to him.

Unable to consider whether his father had been duped, he suppressed his anger, confronting Qin Ruan with an unfriendly tone, "You want money before you even start; isn’t a human life more important at this time?"

His features were handsome and spirited, still dressed in running gear from his morning exercise, but his presence was as if he wore a suit of righteousness, exuding the aura of an elite. His eyes, accustomed to the business world, held a sharp glint.

Qin Ruan looked at him with cold disdain, scoffing, "If you want to save someone, of course, you need to pay up first!"

Ke Zhibin suddenly clenched his fist, "Miss Qin, can you truly save my mother and my youngest son?"

Qin Ruan’s brow furrowed slightly, her tone revealing a touch of impatience, "If I have come, then naturally, I am fully confident I can save them!"

Ke Zhibin stood up from the ground, staring intently at her, "Alright, but a transfer of such a large amount can only be done at the bank. I had made an appointment with the bank before you arrived, and they have already approved it. We can go now to make the transfer, but the to-and-fro would waste too much time; my mother and youngest son can’t wait that long."

Qin Ruan glanced at the faces of Ke Zhibin and Ke Yihui, offering a slight smile, "The money isn’t for me. You can send your son to the bank to donate fifty million on behalf of Mr. Ke to charities for the disabled and homeless children."

Then, using the names of your mother, your eldest son, and your youngest son, choose a national charity project and donate ten million to each. The remaining twenty million..."

Qin Ruan stopped her line of thought, frowning as she looked at Ke Zhibin, pointing at him, "One, two, three, four, five—"

She nodded, speaking to Ke Zhibin and Ke Yihui, whose expressions were filled with fear and bewilderment, "The remaining twenty million should be divided into five parts and compensated to the victims’ families."

Such an allocation meant Qin Ruan was not taking a single penny for herself.

As she spoke the number of victims, dividing the money into five parts, Ke Zhibin felt his brain starved of blood, almost fainting on the spot.

It turned out that Hen Nianzhen was holding not just two lives, but five!

Seeing Ke Zhibin and Ke Yihui stand still, as if they were electrocuted, with a half-dazed expression on their faces, Qin Ruan frowned and spoke out, "Continuing to delay will only add to the suffering of the people inside. Are you sure you want to stay here in a daze?"

"I’ll, I’ll make arrangements right away!" Ke Zhibin wiped the sweat from his forehead that emerged from shock and fright, and with trembling hands, he pushed his eldest son, "Yihui, go to the bank now, just do as Miss Qin says!"

"But those five... five people, I don’t know who they are."

Ke Yihui could no longer keep his composure, now that there were five victims. He couldn’t even bother to blame Hen Nianzhen; all he felt was sheer terror.

He truly didn’t know how their family had survived all these years under Hen Nianzhen’s control.

Qin Ruan cut in and said to Ke Yihui, "Once I’ve confirmed their identities, I will have your father inform you."

"Okay, I’ll go right now!"

Upon hearing this, Ke Yihui lifted his foot and rushed into the hallway, grabbed the car keys from the table, and dashed out like a gust of wind.

He drove the car from the courtyard and sped away from home.

Seeing the two tall luxury cars with eight-digit numbers outside the gate, Ke Yihui’s handsome and spirited face changed slightly, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

He had learned from his father that the so-called Master Qin was a Heavenly Master called upon from Tongsha Sky Bridge, a place teeming with mixed characters; none could truly be a remarkable person, most were just swindlers deceiving people.

He hadn’t expected that the car Qin Ruan drove was worth tens of millions — not something ordinary people could afford.

His eyes were sharp, and he could tell at a glance that the two luxury cars parked at the door of their house had undergone high-end custom modifications.

There were also several people standing in front of the cars with a powerful aura, eyes bright like torches, and their calm stance revealed they were experts.

With such wealth, Qin Ruan, who travelled with bodyguards, how could she possibly be a charlatan.

Thinking back on his attitude towards Qin Ruan earlier, Ke Yihui felt cold sweat dripping down his back.

He floored the gas pedal, wishing he could immediately fly to the bank and complete the task given by Qin Ruan.

...

Qin Ruan followed behind Ke Zhibin and entered the Ke Family’s great hall.

Upstairs, the miserable screams continued, with the sound of painful wails being piercing and sharp.

"Dad, save me, please save me, I’m in so much pain!!"

"Zhibin, oh Zhibin, my dear grandson!"

The tragic cries of Ke’s mother and Ke Yiming clearly reached Qin Ruan’s ears, and something in the back of her mind felt oddly suspicious.

That voice seemed... a little too contrived.

Ke Zhibin, wiping the incessant sweat from his forehead, looked at Qin Ruan with an anxious expression, "Miss Qin, my mother and younger son are upstairs, and Yihui and I can’t even go up there. Can you bring them down?"

"It’s just a puppet slamming against the wall."

As soon as Qin Ruan spoke, she bent her middle finger with her thumb pressing on top of it.

With a snap of her fingers, a faint golden light shot towards the second floor.

The area engulfed by the dense evil Qi instantly returned to normal.