Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 922: In Another Life, I Will Surely Repay Your Great Kindness and Virtue!

Chapter 922: Chapter 922: In Another Life, I Will Surely Repay Your Great Kindness and Virtue!

Huo Qi’s heartless words made Miss Duan’s soul tremble uncontrollably.

She began to doubt whether the gentle and refined unparalleled gentleman in her memory was merely a figment of her imagination.

Even Qin Ruan couldn’t help but show surprise upon hearing such unfeeling remarks.

Miss Duan’s entire body was engulfed by a cold Puppet Energy, spreading a chill that turned her eyes, void of any emotion, a flashing red as a pale face revealed both sorrow and intense resentment.

She let go of Qin Ruan’s arm and instead grasped her sleeve.

Qin Ruan was startled by the deep sadness in Miss Duan’s eyes, as well as the complex glow of love and hate that lay hidden beneath.

Provoked by the harsh words of the man she loved, yet still desperately struggling to suppress the fury within, refusing to transform into a fierce Puppet, Miss Duan’s self-control was nothing short of formidable.

Miss Duan pleaded softly to Qin Ruan, "Take me away, I don’t want to see this faithless man again!"

If she didn’t leave now, she feared she wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer.

The past moments under the moonlit flowers, the mutual companionship, and the promises as vast as the sea and as enduring as the mountains—emotions that began with affection and ended with propriety—were now being trampled upon as if beneath someone’s foot.

She couldn’t bear to see those long-cherished feelings crushed so heartlessly.

Born a legitimate daughter of the Duan Family, her innate pride wouldn’t allow her to bow her head or to turn back and plead.

If there was anyone to blame, it was her for being blind, mistaking a heartless man for a lover.

Yet why did her heart hurt so much?

Qin Ruan looked at Huo Qi with disapproval, feeling that his methods were too harsh.

She knew that he didn’t want Miss Duan to know about him sacrificing his feelings, wanting her to leave without any attachments, even if it meant leaving with hatred toward him, as long as she could reincarnate.

Watching Miss Duan clutching her chest, her eyes full of pleading, Qin Ruan sighed softly and raised her hand holding Huo Qi’s threads of affection.

A ball of white light floated in front of Miss Duan, illuminating her sinister and fearful blood-red pupils.

"Once you reach the Netherworld, you will head straight to the thirteenth stop, Resurrection Cliff. There is a bridge by the cliff, and on it, an old lady holds a cup of tea. That lady is the deity Meng Po, and the tea is Spicy Soup. Once you drink the soup, you will forget all the grudges and emotions of your past life. May you be born into a loving, wealthy family in your next life."

Miss Duan didn’t pay close attention to Qin Ruan’s advice; her blood-soaked eyes transfixed on the ball of white light of affection before her: "What is this?"

"It is something to help you reincarnate. With it, you can leave this place and go to the Netherworld to be reborn."

"Seeing it, why do I feel so sad?"

Miss Duan’s brows furrowed, clutching her chest, which hadn’t beaten for hundreds of years, as if suffering from a heart condition.

Qin Ruan quietly watched her, her eyes brimming with compassion for the world, she responded casually, "Maybe you’re just too happy. Go and be reborn."

She inserted the thread of affection into Miss Duan’s damaged soul, fearing delay may bring further complications, and with a swift movement of her hand, thrust her into the Netherworld.

"No!!!!"

Miss Duan suddenly screamed out loud.

She clutched Qin Ruan’s wrist tightly, her eyes nearly splitting with fury as she stared at her: "What exactly have you given me? Why do I feel even more upset now, my heart aches so much, I can hardly breathe!"

Wu Fan, who had come with Huo Qi, walked out from the shadows.

Her demeanor was haughty, her voice sharp and mocking, "Because you can’t accept it! In a previous life, I married your sweetheart, and now I am about to marry him again in this life.

You waited in vain for hundreds of years and got nothing, wasted a great deal of time and ended up with nothing. How can you resign yourself to leave just like that!"

Miss Duan turned her head, her blood-filled eyes taking on a chilling and dreadful glow: "Shut your mouth!"

Wu Fan walked up to Huo Qi, wrapped her arms around his arm, and leaned against his shoulder like a clingy bird.

She continued to provoke Miss Duan, "Based on the relationship between the two of us in our past life, I should call you Cousin. Dear Cousin, some things are meant to be, and some are not, and no one can force it. Rest assured and go in peace; I will live happily with Huo Qi, also known as the peerless gentleman from our past life."

Stimulated by these words, Miss Duan could no longer concern herself with questioning what it was that had entered her body. Her eyes turned blood red as she stared at Wu Fan with a dark and gloomy look.

The typically tolerant and gentle temperament engraved in her soul was shattered in this moment.

Her eyes flashed with dangerous fierceness, as if she wanted to tear Wu Fan to pieces the very next second.

Miss Duan scoffed coldly and mercilessly tore apart their pretense of harmony, "Since we were young, you’ve always loved to compare yourself to me. Even if you marry the peerless gentleman, do you really understand him? He will never open his heart to you!"

The certainty in her words was laced with a touch of self-loathing emotion.

Leaning on Huo Qi, Wu Fan’s smile was radiant, "But we were married in our past life and in this life, we will spend it together as well."

This was a pain that would forever reside in the heart of Miss Duan, her unattainable desire.

Even as she was about to be torn apart soul from body, she couldn’t win a single look of pity from the peerless gentleman—it was as if their former feelings were an illusion.

Provoked to the verge of murder, Miss Duan’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on the interlocked hands of Huo Qi and Wu Fan, and then suddenly, her gaze flashed.

She burst out asking Wu Fan, "Since you like him so much, do you even know what he likes to do every day?"

Wu Fan looked confused, "What?"

Miss Duan sneered, "The peerless gentleman likes sweets and spiciness. His favorite colors for clothes are white and blue. He seems approachable but he’s actually profound and inscrutable, hard to fathom, and he even has a slight obsession with cleanliness. Has he ever kissed you?!"

Watching Wu Fan’s face darken, Miss Duan regained her composure, her pale and exquisite features revealing a satisfied smile.

She didn’t even spare Huo Qi a glance as she—the ghost in white—slowly faded away between heaven and earth.

"Peerless gentleman’s third sister-in-law, I thank you for today! Should we meet again in another life, I shall repay your great kindness and generosity!"

With those words, Miss Duan left, thanking Qin Ruan before she went and no longer questioning the threads of fate that helped her cycle through reincarnation, teaching Wu Fan a good lesson in the process.

After Miss Duan left, Wu Fan’s face turned ashen as she flung off Huo Qi’s arm.

Her delicate features twisted slightly as she stubbornly looked up, her eyes furiously fixated on the man before her, "You have a cleanliness obsession? Is that why you never kissed me?!"

Huo Qi opened his mouth but nothing came out, "..."

Wu Fan snorted coldly, ridiculing him, "When did I not know that you liked sweets and spiciness? Don’t you always prefer to eat vegetables?"

Huo Qi slowly closed his mouth, his gaze bewildered, a trace of disbelief surfacing in his eyes.

Wu Fan’s eyes moved downward, focusing on the clothes he was wearing, "Most of your clothes are of plain colors. This jacket you’re wearing is even in the style and color I recommended!"

Huo Qi lifted his hand, and Wu Fan instinctively stepped back.

She looked at her boyfriend of seven years with guarded eyes, a sense of strangeness and suspicion welling up within her, "After all these years, how did I not realize you were so manipulative? What have you been hiding from me?"

Who am I, where am I, and what is this all about?

Huo Qi was completely dumbfounded, his hand suspended in mid-air, motionless.

How did things develop to this stage, turning into an interrogation of him.

His preference for sweets and spiciness was something that not even his parents knew.

As for his fondness for wearing white and blue clothes, it could even be said to be an exclusive preference.

As for being profound and inscrutable, so this was how Miss Duan saw him.