Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 925: How Dare You Covet My Wife!

Chapter 925: Chapter 925: How Dare You Covet My Wife!

That very night, Huo Qi was plunged into a dream of his previous life.

In the dream, he was scorned by everyone, with all his relatives and friends wearing grim expressions of derision, mockery, or disdain as they rebuked him.

He found himself teetering on the brink of despair and oppression, seeing relatives from his past life.

In a neatly oppressive room, a middle-aged woman’s hands were stained with blood on the curtains, her eyes full of hatred, her face twisted as she wept in accusation.

This was his mother from his past life, clutching him after he had been rescued from a suicide attempt, crying and coercing him with her own death to forget Miss Duan and even cursing Miss Duan to never find peace, even in death.

He saw how his father was despised by those around him just because he had sought death for Miss Duan, labeled inept and cowardly, deemed unworthy of the title of Number One Scholar bestowed by the Emperor.

He saw how his previous life’s friends distanced themselves, considering him to be of little use.

Only the Duan Family, remembering his undying love for Miss Duan, came again and again to persuade him it was unnecessary, believing she would never bear to see him so afflicted from the netherworld.

Faced with the mourning pleas of his parents and the repercussions on his clan, how could he seek death again? He could only live each day immersed in his longing for Miss Duan.

To uphold his family’s glory and shake off the disgrace, now as the Number One Scholar, he chose to enter the court as an official.

For decades he navigated the corridors of power, with a heart for the world, enacting reforms and out of compassion, seeking the welfare of the common people.

But no matter how much he did, he could not fight against the old customs of the Southern Dynasty era.

Filial piety is the foremost virtue; not having descendants is a great deficiency. Within a few years, his parents urged him to continue the family line.

Parental orders and the matchmaker’s words could not be defied; the elders in his family eagerly awaited the continuation of their bloodline.

It was then that Miss Duan’s cousin was brought into the family, in a bright red bridal gown and an eight-bearer bridal sedan, he gave to another woman the promise he had made to Miss Duan in a proper wedding ceremony.

Miss Wu Fan from his past life also had a hard fate; if she did not marry him, she would be sent to become a concubine, preferring to be a poor man’s wife than a rich man’s mistress.

Before getting married, the two agreed: they would not share a bed in life nor a coffin in death.

They lived childless, and outwardly they were a couple who respected each other, indoors never bothering each other, without ever stepping out of line.

Living a brief life, they fulfilled their vow of not sharing a bed in life, nor a coffin in death.

The him from his past life took great pride in believing he had never betrayed Miss Duan in life and had no emotional entanglement with any other woman.

Little did he know that she lingered in the Netherworld for hundreds of years, aware of his marriage to another in the Human Realm, obsessively tormented by great suffering.

Huo Qi struggled awake from the dream, his face wet with bitter tears, the pillow beside him soaked through.

Everything that happened in the dream was real.

All of it was evidence of the promises to Miss Duan that he had once violated.

Beneath the plum tree that year, they exchanged verses, and the plum blossoms fluttered into Miss Duan’s hair.

He approached with a plum blossom in hand and, in a moment of passion, vowed to take only her as his wife in this life, to share both bed and coffin, even in the Underworld to be a pair of swans with shared fate.

His affection for Miss Duan started with a gleeful encounter, a mutual appreciation for each other’s talent and insights, to the unwearying companionship over time, stirring his heart every time he recalled her after her death.

They set their hearts on each other, agreeing to hold hands and grow old together.

Such feelings that sprung from emotion yet adhered to propriety, that could be described as soulmates, could not possibly leave room for others.

Yet, due to his selfish act of placating his family elders, he destroyed the promise they had initially made, leading to an irreversible outcome.

Huo Qi covered his face with his hands, curling in agony on the bed, his muffled sobs resonating in the quiet room.

Extracted of sentimental ties, he was meant to be devoid of desire, but every recollection of his past life memories tore at his heart, a pain more acute than that of being heartbroken.

Why hadn’t he died back then, and spared Miss Duan, who had grown up in luxury and doted on by her relatives, the torment of enduring centuries of suffering in the Purgatory of the Netherworld?

The ringtone of the cellphone on the bedside table sounded.

Huo Qi extended an arm from under the covers, trembling as he reached for the phone.

Seeing the caller ID, it was Awen, the bodyguard he had instructed to stay by Wu Fan’s side, Huo Qi suppressed the choking sensation in his throat and answered the call.

"Young Master Seven, something has happened to Miss Wu!"

Awen’s hushed voice, along with the background music of the bar, flowed into Huo Qi’s ears.

"What happened to her?"

Huo Qi’s voice rasped, hoarse as he swiftly rose from the bed.

Shaking off the melancholy and desolation of his past life, a natural chill emanated from him.

With his emotional ties extracted from his being, the impact on him was ultimately irreversible.

"Someone disrespected Madame Huo the Third, and Miss Wu took action. The situation has escalated rather severely and has alarmed the Fu Family."

The Fu Family had risen from a local warlord in the south to joining the ranks of the six major aristocratic families in Capital City, their family’s prospects were immeasurable.

The Huo Family’s branch in Sea City, although a collateral with minor nobility, always exercised caution in dealing with the Fu Family; even after the main branch of the Fu family moved to Capital City, their influence in Sea City was still formidable.

Upon hearing that Qin Ruan and Wu Fan had troubled members of the Fu Family, Huo Qi pressed against his throbbing temples.

In a deep voice, he ordered, "First, get in touch with the manager from the Fu Family’s side and tell them not to act rashly. If things become critical, they are allowed to fight back hard, and meanwhile, reveal the identity of the third sister-in-law; safety for her and Wu Fan is the top priority."

"Yes, Young Master Seven!"

After hanging up, Huo Qi, not even taking the time to change out of his pajamas, grabbed the overcoat draped over the indoor sofa, casually threw it on, and quickly left.

...

Qin Ruan had been drinking at the bar with Wu Fan, and before she knew it, she had drunk too much.

Her tolerance wasn’t bad, but she had drunk quite a lot that night without realizing, and when she noticed, she felt lightheaded.

Qin Ruan stood up steadying herself and tugged at Wu Fan’s sleeve, "It’s time we left."

"I’m not done drinking, we, we said, ’no rest until drunk’——"

Wu Fan clutched the bottle without letting go, her drunk eyes blurred, and her speech was stumbling.

The two of them didn’t notice, on the large booth opposite them, five or six men were leering at them, making comments on their appearance.

The young man sitting in the center of the sofa, with his leg propped up on the table, stared intently at Qin Ruan and Wu Fan with a sinister gaze: "These chicks look good, we’re gonna have fun tonight!"

The people beside him teased, "Has Mr. Fu taken a fancy to them?"

"Mr. Fu has never failed to get what he wants. I bet within half an hour, these chicks will be throwing themselves at him."

"Half an hour? Who do you look down on? In Sea City, as long as Mr. Fu waves his hand, how many women wouldn’t claw at him to flaunt their coquetry!"

"That’s true, hahaha..."

Amidst the greasy cheering of the crowd, the young man felt his mood soaring.

He stood up, straightening his clothes, and smirked wickedly: "It’s rare to find such goods in Sea City, letting them go would be my mistake. After I’ve had a taste of them, everyone here will have a share!"

"Mr. Fu is so generous!"

"Then we’ll wait for Mr. Fu’s triumphant return!"

Mr. Fu walked towards Qin Ruan and Wu Fan with arrogant steps, his demeanor resembling that of a pretentious fool.

Not too far away, Huo Zhi and others, amidst the bar’s music, didn’t hear their conversation.

However, as soon as Mr. Fu made his move towards Qin Ruan and Wu Fan, they noticed immediately.

Huo Zhi was the first to stand up, gesturing to his subordinates to be on standby, and quickly followed Mr. Fu.

She felt repulsed by Mr. Fu’s sliminess and the loathsome dandy aura emanating from him, intuitively sensing he was no good.

Qin Ruan and Wu Fan were both heavily intoxicated. In just a short while, they had each clutched a bottle and started drinking again, completely oblivious to the ill-intentioned approach.

It was only when Mr. Fu drew closer that he realized just how startlingly seductive and clean Qin Ruan’s face was, with an air of allure that made one’s heart itch unbearably.

Wu Fan also had a delicate appearance, with an arrogance exuding from her bones that held a different kind of attraction.

Such differing beauty and temperament in the two women stoked the evil flame in Mr. Fu’s heart uncontrollably, making him yearn to hold them tight and explore each other’s anatomy to achieve a seamless physical and emotional exploration.

Mr. Fu swallowed, unbuttoned his shirt, and eyes brimming with lust, stared straight at the two beauties.

Qin Ruan was the first to notice his arrival, her fox-like eyes slightly raised, inadvertently releasing a captivating charm.

She surveyed the newcomer with blurred vision, leaning lazily with one hand propping her head, and asked with a twisted mouth, "Who are you?"

"Beauty, I’m your sweetheart."

Mr. Fu leered at Qin Ruan, scanning her stunning face filled with seductive charm over and over again.

As Qin Ruan asked, he casually sat down next to her, and reached out his arm to wrap around her slim waist.

The next second, his wrist and arm were forcefully pinned down by two different powers—Qin Ruan and Huo Zhi had acted simultaneously.

The firm grip on Mr. Fu’s wrist was that of Huo Zhi, while the hand on his arm came from Qin Ruan.

She was very averse to the touch of strangers, instinctively stopping the approach.

Huo Zhi forcefully dragged Mr. Fu up from the sofa and kicked him onto the ground.

With contempt and mockery on her face, she looked down scornfully at the man sprawled on the ground: "Blind thing, my Madame is not someone you can touch!"

"Damn it!"

Mr. Fu, never treated in such a manner before, cursed lowly.

He turned around, his eyes dark with rage, burning with fury like a raging fire.

His companions, who had been waiting for Mr. Fu to return with the beauties, rushed over upon seeing this scene.

In a fluster, they helped Mr. Fu up from the ground and directly confronted Qin Ruan, Wu Fan, and Huo Zhi.

"Who the hell are you, do you know whose turf this is?"

"Daring to offend Mr. Fu, you must be tired of living!"

"Apologize quickly, kowtow a couple of times, and maybe Mr. Fu will spare your lives!"

Qin Ruan pressed hard on her temples, pained by their noisy clamor.

Wu Fan, ferocious and already simmering with rage, saw the newcomers seeking trouble and willingly started fighting without hesitation.

She carried the bottle in her hand and headed towards the noisiest man.

With a swing of the bottle, there was a resounding thud.

The crowd looked towards the sound, stunned in their tracks.

The man whom Wu Fan had hit froze, reaching out to touch his head, and when he looked at his hand, it was covered in sticky red blood.

His face turned pale with shock, and he let out a panicked scream.

"Ahhh... blood!!"

Having struck the man until he bled was not enough, Wu Fan kicked at his weak spot.

"Bang!"

The man fell to the ground, clutching the injured area, crying out miserably.

The surrounding men, witnessing this, crossed their legs in sympathy.