Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 903: Ruanruan is really pitiful, her eyes are all red from crying

Chapter 903: Chapter 903: Ruanruan is really pitiful, her eyes are all red from crying

Huo Yunjiao’s well-defined hands rested on Qin Ruan’s nape, stroking her fur just like he used to, comforting her.

A typical case of slapping her then offering a sweet date.

Qin Ruan turned her head towards the bedside table, unwilling to look at the man lying beside her, sulking in her small fit of pique, cheeks puffed up with indignation.

She inwardly ranted non-stop, too cruel, too much bullying!

Not even allowing her the slightest bit of dignity, as if determined to grind away every shred of her shame.

Qin Ruan’s cheeks were hot, as if she had a fever.

She felt a bit uncomfortable, thirsty and hungry, and especially aggrieved.

Qin Ruan, lying on the pillow, spoke in a muted and grumpy tone to the man touching her, "Stop bothering me, it’s uncomfortable."

Her voice was very low, carrying a whiny tone.

Huo Yunjiao’s fingertips gently trailed down her back, lingeringly asking, "Have you learned your lesson this time?"

Qin Ruan responded half-heartedly, "Mm—"

Dissatisfied with such a perfunctory answer, Huo Yunjiao picked her up and lifted that pitiful face.

The sight of her delicate, tempting face greeted him, her thick lashes damp with tears, presenting a different sort of charm.

His jade-like fingers touched the corner of Qin Ruan’s eyes, gently rubbing.

Huo Yunjiao spoke with a tone of pity, "Look at this, our Ruanruan really is pitiable, her eyes all red from crying."

Qin Ruan’s pure black eyes cleared of emotion, glaring at him shyly irked.

Without uttering a word, her eyes brimmed with accusations.

As if to say, whose fault is this, if not yours!

The corners of Huo Yunjiao’s sensual and elegant lips curled into a pleased smile; his hand pinched Qin Ruan’s nape again.

Somehow, the pinch sent a tingly sensation through Qin Ruan’s body, and the look of affection returned to her eyes.

She hated how weak she was, raising her hand to grasp the arm of the man before her, scratching out red marks.

"Hiss!"

Huo Yunjiao let out a light sound.

He wasn’t even angry, instead he laughed heartily, "So Ruanruan is a little cat that scratches people."

Huo San-ye didn’t take Qin Ruan’s little tricks seriously, even treating it as a couple’s playful flirtation.

He flipped off the down comforter, effortlessly holding Qin Ruan in his arms, and elegantly walked towards the bathroom.

Not at all like someone who’d just been through hours of aerobic exercise.

Of course, neither did he seem fragile.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Ruan, suddenly lifted into the air, showed annoyance on her face.

She really had no strength left, not up for any sort of physical endurance test from any angle.

If she continued to mess with the other party, she feared she might lose her life.

Huo Yunjiao stopped Qin Ruan’s struggling, patting her buttocks gently, coaxing in a soft voice, "Be good, don’t fuss."

Just as Qin Ruan suspected him to be a beast, not letting her go even now, Huo Yunjiao reluctantly spoke in a gentle voice to explain, "I am taking you to wash up, then we’ll go downstairs to eat or would you rather go down like this?"

At this moment, Qin Ruan was visibly a woman who had been pampered and loved.

If she really went downstairs like this, allowing the servants and the Hidden Guards to see her, she would have no face left.

Qin Ruan buried her head in Huo Yunjiao’s chest, no longer making a sound.

Unfortunately, she was relieved too soon.

Time slipped away slowly, and the person who had entered the bathroom more than an hour ago was still nowhere to be seen.

No one knew what had happened.

The person in question, Qin Ruan, leaned close to the mirror, her heated cheeks occasionally touching its surface.

Her mind was a mess, not understanding how things had gotten to this point.

The deepest impression in her mind was that at the beginning, Huo San-ye kept questioning her next to her ear, asking if she had learned her lesson yet.

Qin Ruan had also gone from her initial incoherent babbling to now docile compliance, allowing the so-called cultured degenerate Huo San-ye to take advantage again.

The man who always doted on her was now bullying her so, and Qin Ruan’s eyes reddened with grief as she thought of returning to the Qin Family.

Her father, her eldest brother, her second brother—they must be missing her.

This time she was determined to go home and stay for three to five years!

Reflected vividly in the mirror was Qin Ruan’s face, flushed red, fierce yet aggrieved, longing to rebel.

Little did Third Master Huo know, his delicate wife had already planned to take the child and elope from the house.

If he found out, he would only conclude that the punishment he meted out was still too lenient.

Turning her back to the person behind her, Qin Ruan slowly raised her head.

Her gaze was somewhat evasive, yet curiously peering into the mirror, her heart racing as the thrilling spectacle caught her eye.

The elegant and composed Third Master Huo, his handsome and almost demonically attractive pale visage, revealed a ferocity unknown to others.

A pair of peach blossom eyes shone in the darkness, a faint red light fleetingly crossing the depths of his pupils.

His voice was deep and mellow, yet hoarse.

Like a bottle of long-cellar-aged red wine, when opened, its fragrance filled the room, romantic and covert.

Huo Yunjiao abruptly looked up, his sharp, animal-like eyes quickly capturing Qin Ruan’s peering gaze.

The moment their eyes met, Qin Ruan knew she was done for!

Do you know what it’s like when a lion hunts its prey? Decisive and fierce, every move deadly, cruel, and merciless.

Qin Ruan felt just like the weak prey that had been targeted, with absolutely no chance of escape.

What awaited her was the lock-on of a powerful beast at the top of the food chain.

As it turned out, Qin Ruan’s guess this time was correct.

Then, they didn’t have the chance to go downstairs for dinner.

Huo Yunjiao’s thin lips curled into a smile, a mischievous arc forming as he leaned in close to Qin Ruan’s ear and whispered something.

Qin Ruan’s eyes widened slightly, disbelief flashing in their depths,

She looked at the man before her as if he were a stranger, fear flickering in her eyes as she stuttered, "No, you can’t do this!"

Frightened, Qin Ruan backed away, forgetting the current awkwardness between them, her sudden attempt to flee earning a frown from the master.

Whether she agreed or not, his mind was made up.

The two returned to the master bedroom, one eager to embrace, the other desperately struggling.

Outside the Huo Mansion, Huo Qi and his girlfriend had waited a long time, but eventually parted ways.

One dejectedly entered the Huo Mansion, and the other jauntily made their way to a hotel.

For the following two days, Qin Ruan did not show her face.

Even when Huo Yao and Huo Anqi sought their mother, they were turned away at the door.

Huo Yunjiao was resolute in his intention to carry out the words he had spoken in the car earlier.

Qin Ruan’s eyes looked beautiful when she cried; letting her cry once was enough to be unforgettable for a lifetime and truly teach her a lesson.

Of course, whether he was using this opportunity to indulge to his heart’s content was something that remained unknown.

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The funeral for Hen Nianzhen was not held on a grand scale, and under the arrangement of the Ke Family, she was quickly buried amidst the testimony of relatives and friends.

The Ke Family chose the best cemetery in the Capital City—Wanbao Mountain.

It was on the very night of Hen Nianzhen’s burial that her spirit in the Netherworld came knocking.

Late at night, Ke Zhibin lay sleeping in his bed felt an unexplained chill in the room, and occasionally, gusts of wind blew through.

He reached out to pull the blanket over himself, wishing he could bury his head in it for warmth.

The approaching cold penetrated the blanket, raising goosebumps on his skin.

Ke Zhibin frowned, turned over restlessly in bed, and thought he heard crying near his ear.

He half-opened his eyes, his vision blurry, and through his drowsy haze, he seemed to see a dark shadow sitting at the edge of his bed.

Just that one look made his scalp tingle, and he woke up with a start.

From some unknown reservoir of strength, he was able to spring up while still lying in bed.