Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 901: Ruanruan is Held Accountable by Her Older Husband When Autumn Comes

Chapter 901: Chapter 901: Ruanruan is Held Accountable by Her Older Husband When Autumn Comes

Being confronted, Ke Zhibin’s smile didn’t waver: "This is really unfortunate, as there is a funeral at home today, so I’m afraid we won’t be able to entertain the two team captains. However, my eldest son does have time. I’ll have him book a room at the Imperial Court Hotel and personally treat everyone to a simple meal, how about that?"

The Imperial Court Hotel was that demoness Su Jingshu’s property, and upon hearing this, Gu Mingyan was both angry and amused.

A wicked smile appeared on his handsome face, and his thin lips quirked up: "What do you take us for? Freeloaders? As if we’re short of a meal from you."

Gu Mingyan was simply using Qin Ruan and Huo Yunjiao’s absence to find someone to vent his pent-up frustration on.

But the man before him, a Ke, clearly regarded them as meal-ticket hunters.

The sense of superiority that naturally emanated from Gu Mingyan was something that many scions of aristocratic families possessed.

The disdain and arrogance in his eyes were also clearly reflected in Ke Zhibin’s eyes, who could only keep up a smiling face and say, "What you said, it would be the Ke family’s honor to entertain everyone."

Gu Mingyan waved his hand in annoyance: "Enough, enough, stop bootlicking here, I’m not buying it. Mind your own business, and hurry back to check on your kids, and don’t forget to hire a psychologist to see to your child."

He spoke with the same irritable tone but patiently finished his words.

The child upstairs named Ke Yiming seemed calm on the surface after this ordeal, but in reality, he was not.

Gu Mingyan had seen too many teenagers experience dramatic ups and downs leading to various psychological issues, which often resulted in irreversible tragedies if not treated in time.

Their mental burdens and inner emotions could not be self-processed and vented out, and their unseen shackles and unresolved psychological issues increasingly overwhelmed them.

Ke Yiming was now facing such danger; if a psychologist was not involved, there might be serious problems.

When his youngest son was mentioned, Ke Zhibin’s smile paused, then quickly re-emerged, brighter than before.

Watching his chameleon-like expression, Gu Mingyan interrupted him with a sneer: "We’ll take our leave now. All members of the Ke family must not leave Capital City recently, someone will visit for a follow-up investigation in a day or two."

Ke Zhibin hastily assured him: "Yes, yes, yes, all members of the Ke family, even the servants, will not leave."

Gu Mingyan nodded at Ke Zhibin with an impatient expression, no longer engaging in pleasantries, and turned to beckon the Guard Squad to prepare to leave.

Not far away, Falcon saw the subordinates lined up in two rows by the wall across the iron gate, walking with a solemn stride.

He asked coldly: "Why are you standing here? Who gave you permission to act on your own?"

This group of team members had previously been lurking in the shadows and should not be there without orders.

The deputy captain of the second operation group came forward, eyes downcast and face showing shame, speaking in a low voice to explain: "Boss, the Hidden Guards brought by the third master caught us one by one from our hiding spots."

Falcon’s expression changed as he sized up the two rows of subordinates: "Were all of you brought out by the Huo family’s Hidden Guards?"

His tone was odd, with a hint of incredulity.

Facing their leader’s inquiry, everyone lowered their heads in shame.

Their silence was the answer.

Falcon rubbed his twisted face hard, his mood very complicated, and this extended to his contemplation of the Huo family’s Hidden Guards.

The entire second operation group was wiped out.

Disastrous!

Too ghastly to bear!

Falcon seemed to remember something, lowered his hand from his face, and asked the deputy of the second operation group: "Who fired the shot earlier?"

At this question, all eyes turned to the corner of the second row, where a man in uniform wearing a cap almost had his chin buried in his chest.

Falcon squinted his eyes and, seeing the scars on the man’s side profile, had a bad feeling in his heart, "What happened?"

The deputy sounded again, his tone heavy, "A Hidden Guard from the Huo Family asked who fired the gun at their lady, sought out our men voluntarily, saying he wanted to test their skills."

Falcon pointed to the subordinate who had been beaten, and said in a deep voice, "Then, he got beaten?"

Everyone was silent, standing still as if they were quails’ eggs.

In a corner, the team member who had been confronted by the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard, the one Huo Qiang had personally dragged out for a comparison of skills, silently raised his hand, "Boss, I’m okay, it’s just that I was no match for him, and this duel has taught me a lot."

He lifted his head, revealing a face so swollen and bruised it was hard to bear looking at.

At this moment, he was actually speaking up for the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard, which made Falcon find it unbelievable and yet, somehow amusing.

Just look at the face of this subordinate, how much must the person who hit him have hated him to go for the face and leave it in such a state.

I wonder if the opponent’s mother could even recognize her own child.

The others also chimed in, "Boss, the fight earlier was actually quite thrilling."

"Right, no weapons were used, it was purely a contest of strength."

"With the extended duration of the fight, when there’s a significant disparity in strength, some of the techniques used can actually be quite helpful..."

Listening to his subordinates recalling the exciting fight in turns, Falcon felt a toothache coming on from irritation.

Each of his subordinates was an elite selected from the best, after much difficulty, and yet they were subdued by the Huo Family’s Hidden Guard?

Looking at their faces, filled with the expression of having gained a lot from the experience, they seemed like a bunch of greenhorns.

Gu Mingyan had organized the Guard Squad and was ready to leave when he saw something was off with Falcon and approached.

After understanding what had happened, he patted Falcon on the shoulder and spoke earnestly, "Enough, be content. Do you know who trains the Huo Family’s Hidden Guards?"

Falcon’s eyebrows raised, and he blurted out, "Third Master?"

His tone was uncertain, yet he had a hint of conviction.

Gu Mingyan curled his lips, chuckled, and said, "Who else but this menacing god? The techniques he learned back in his days here, combined with his own improvements, have turned out a bunch of human killing machines. The Huo Family’s Hidden Guards are not necessarily skilled enough to take on a hundred, but defeating dozens for sure is not far-fetched."

After hearing this, Falcon’s face showed a sense of relief.

Gu Mingyan sighed softly, "Let’s go back and report. This operation was a total disaster, just like ’stealing chickens without losing a handful of rice.’"

He turned and left, his whole being exuding a sense of dejection.

In the midst of the New Year’s festivities, everyone had families they couldn’t return to, who knew the bitterness in their hearts.

Falcon took a deep look at the corner where the team member who had been taught a lesson by the people of the Huo Family stood, thinking it was good enough that he was still breathing.

In comparison, having to collect the bodies of his subordinates or searching for them from corner to corner of the world, this outcome was better than any other.

He didn’t say much more and led the two teams to leave with Gu Mingyan.

After seeing off Gu Mingyan and Falcon, Ke Zhibin went upstairs to take a look at his still-sleeping mother, soothed his little son with a few words, and then headed straight to the hospital to pick up Hen Nianzhen to bring her home.

Meanwhile, on her way home, Qin Ruan was being held accountable by her elder husband after the autumn harvest.

The process could hardly be summed up by the word ’miserable.’

It was as if she was about to be skinned and eaten alive by the one meting out the punishment.