Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 906: Late Night Call, Qin Ruan Sees a Lifesaving Straw

Chapter 906: Chapter 906: Late Night Call, Qin Ruan Sees a Lifesaving Straw

Ke Zhibin watched as Hen Nianzhen’s soul faded, and his worried instructions slipped out, "If you need anything, you can dream about it to me. Since Miss Qin is so influential in the Netherworld, I will ask her for help, to make your time down there a bit easier.

Also, don’t be too hard on yourself, finding a male Puppet you like to keep you company wouldn’t be a bad idea, it’s too lonely being alone."

Hen Nianzhen chuckled, "You better worry about yourself, don’t let those little demons outside hook away your soul, and forget that you still have two sons."

Ke Zhibin guiltily touched his nose; there was no fixing his dark history, but in his heart, no one could surpass his old mother besides his sons.

Under his gaze, Hen Nianzhen’s soul became increasingly faint.

As her soul was about to completely vanish, he shouted one last time, "Nianzhen, take care of yourself."

"Got it,"

The sound of Hen Nianzhen’s relief mixed with a smile drifted around the vast bedroom, entering Ke Zhibin’s ears.

In the empty room, only he was left at the end.

"Thump Thump!!"

"Dad, are you alright? What happened!? "

The worried calls of his older and younger sons came from outside the door.

Ke Zhibin had gotten a bit too emotional when he was parting from Hen Nianzhen just now, and had accidentally raised his voice, waking Ke Yihui and Ke Yiming, who were sleeping next door.

He got up, walked to the door, and opened it.

Seeing that Ke Zhibin was all right, the brothers breathed a sigh of relief and asked in unison.

Ke Yihui, "Dad, are you okay?"

Ke Yiming, "I just heard you calling Aunt Hen!"

Faced with care from his sons, Ke Zhibin decided not to tell them about Hen Nianzhen’s visit.

He rubbed his weary brow, his voice hoarse, "What could be wrong with me? I just dreamt about your Aunt Hen."

Ke Yihui scanned the empty bedroom, feeling a chill in the air, and a sense of responsibility to sympathize with his old father surged within him.

He tentatively suggested, "Dad, if it’s too hard for you to stay in this room, why not switch to another one?"

"No need, I’m fine staying here. You all go back to sleep, I’m tired too."

Ke Zhibin yawned and waved his hands at the two boys.

Ke Yiming, observing his father’s complexion, seriously said, "Dad, why don’t we call that top model who stayed with you a while ago?"

He had seen through the marriage and feelings between his dad and Aunt Hen. To say they were husband and wife would be more like saying they were friends, even soulmates in likeness.

Since his dad was too lonely on his own, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone to keep him company.

The young master’s thoughts were quite straightforward.

But his words were a big blunder.

Ke Zhibin’s sleepiness faded, his expression became stern, and his gaze sharply fixed on his younger son, "Yiming, Aunt Hen just left, where would that put your Aunt’s dignity if outsiders knew about it?"

He hadn’t navigated his life chastely, for in the prime of life, one must fully rejoice.

At this moment, he wasn’t someone who couldn’t live without a woman, so how could he allow others the chance to gossip about Hen Nianzhen’s rights and wrongs behind his back?

Ke Yihui, draping his arm around his brother’s shoulder, said to Ke Zhibin, "Dad, Aming is just worried about you."

"I’m perfectly fine, no need for you guys to worry unnecessarily. Go back to sleep."

Ke Zhibin closed the door, shutting his two sons out.

Deep down he was still a bit unaccustomed to Hen Nianzhen’s sudden departure.

Having shared a bed for many years, it wasn’t always about intimacy; more often, it was about having solace in each other during the night.

Ke Zhibin, lying in bed now, felt very alone.

Thinking about what Hen Nianzhen had said, that only because of Qin Ruan’s status was it possible for the envoy to visit her, Ke Zhibin’s mind became somewhat active as he recalled the skills Qin Ruan had displayed at home a few days ago.

For reasons he himself didn’t fully understand, as if possessed, he picked up the phone from the desk and called Qin Ruan in the middle of the night.

Huo Mansion.

Qin Ruan no longer knew what hour or day it was.

She had spent the past few days in a daze, never waking naturally but always being either bullied awake by the Third Master under the guise of lecturing or awoken by physiological needs.

She had personally experienced how tortureous the days were when the Third Master, acting like a slothful monarch, indulged in drunken dazes and incompetent extremes.

As the ringtone of her cell phone sounded, Qin Ruan was kneeling by the bed.

At that moment, she was trying to describe how it felt to see hope.

It was as if she had seen a savior, finally glimpsing an opportunity to escape her suffering.

Huo Yunjiao, holding Qin Ruan’s pale wrist, leaned close to her ear, and after a few exchanges, that deep, bass-like voice resonated beside her ear.

"Ruanruan, want to answer the phone?"

Qin Ruan nodded dumbly, convinced that this call was her lifeline.

Huo Yunjiao chuckled softly, his large hand shackling Qin Ruan’s hands, denying her the chance to hold the phone herself.

He bit Qin Ruan’s delicate, small earlobe, his tone amused yet filled with a wicked pleasure, "Baby, crawl forward, then I’ll let you answer the phone."

She could easily reach the phone with her hand; why should she have to crawl?

Qin Ruan looked back, her eyes full of affection and irritation as she glared at the person behind her.

The latter felt exhilarated by that glance, his whole body tingling with a sweet sensation.

Huo Yunjiao curved his lips into a smile, showing Qin Ruan through his actions how much he loved such a tempting and captivating gaze.

Qin Ruan cursed under her breath.

This was the first time Huo Yunjiao heard her swear, his eyebrows slightly raised, smiling cunningly like a fox.

He rubbed Qin Ruan’s slightly damp hair, whispering softly, "Ruanruan mustn’t swear."

Though his words sounded gentle, his actions were brutally harsh, as if eager to pick out every little flaw on Qin Ruan’s body.

Qin Ruan was filled with grievances she couldn’t voice, like a little lamb at the mercy of others.

She knew there was no room for negotiation and, following the Third Master’s instructions, desperately tried to reach the phone.

The device that would have taken mere seconds to reach had instead left Qin Ruan with a forehead drenched in sweat by the time she got there, and the phone on the bedside table had long stopped ringing.

Finally, Huo Yunjiao got what he wanted, laughing contentedly.

He lay on his side next to her, pulling Qin Ruan into his arms and voluntarily picked up the phone to hand it to her.

"You can call back."

His voice was gentle and lazy, mixed with a sultry huskiness that made one’s heart race and cheeks flush.

Qin Ruan, with her eyes closed, ignored him, too lazy even to lift her eyelids.

Huo Yunjiao very considerately dialed back for her, placing the phone by Qin Ruan’s ear.

As the call connected, Ke Zhibin’s apologetic voice reached Qin Ruan’s ear, "Madam Huo, I’m sorry for disturbing you so late."

Qin Ruan asked weakly, "What happened?"

She also began to blame the caller internally, wondering why he would call at this time, giving someone the excuse to bully her.

Ke Zhibin, hearing Qin Ruan’s alluring voice, turned a bit red faced and embarrassed.

Having spent years in the company of many, he was all too aware of what had happened.

Ke Zhibin glanced at the time, seeing it was nearly 2 AM, and couldn’t help but internally criticize the young people of today for their lack of restraint.