Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 930: Can’t Escape, Will Starve to Death Outside

Chapter 930: Chapter 930: Can’t Escape, Will Starve to Death Outside

Huo Yunjiao dodged as soon as Fu Kun knelt down.

He slightly tugged at the corner of his lips, speaking deliberately, "My wife has a bad temper, she’s always been the type who won’t offend unless offended. If I meddle in this matter now, she might give me hell when she wakes up, so let’s wait until she’s sober."

With a few words, he effortlessly hinted at settling scores later, leaving Fu Kun collapsed on the ground, his heart like dead ashes.

In the arms of the Fu Family’s bodyguard, Fu Ziqiu, with half-closed eyes, saw his always flattered father kneeling before the cool and handsome Third Master Huo. His face, already contorted in pain, twisted even more jealously.

The car window at the back slid down, revealing Qin Ruan with her hands on the window, her gaze fixed on Fu Ziqiu.

Sitting inside the car, she pointed at Fu Ziqiu, looking up at Huo Yunjiao standing in front of the car, and protested righteously, "This kid bullied me, he doesn’t know I, Qin Xiaowu, am not easy to bully!"

Huo Yunjiao raised his eyebrows, "He bullied you, do you want to bully him back?"

Qin Ruan tilted her head to think, then shook her head, "Already did."

She was someone who held grudges, always settling them on the spot.

Hearing the underlying meaning in her words, Huo Yunjiao chuckled lightly and waved his hand at Fu Kun, "You can go now."

Thinking the matter was resolved, Fu Kun wiped his face with his sleeve, sniveling, "Thank you, Third Master Huo, thank you, Madam Huo!"

Huo Yunjiao got back into the car, pulled Qin Ruan into his embrace, and shooed away the two children lying on her legs, then said to Huo Qi standing outside the car, "You lead the way."

"Alright," Huo Qi nodded and turned back to the rising Fu Kun, "Mr. Fu, you should hurry and take your son to the hospital before it’s too late due to excessive blood loss."

With a pained heart, Fu Kun looked at his son’s miserable condition and replied, "Thanks for the concern, I’ll go now."

The Huo Family’s cars sped along the empty, wide road, quickly driving away from the tavern and soon disappearing from sight.

Fu Kun watched the cars leave, then heavily fell to the ground, feeling as if he had lost half his life.

"Mr. Fu?"

The bodyguard came forward to help him up.

Fu Kun looked at the friends of his son standing by the tavern door, a sense of crisis welling up in him.

He had an intuition that if he continued to allow his son’s reckless behavior, he would sooner or later lose his life because of it.

...

Upon hearing that Huo Yunjiao brought the two little Crown Princes of the Huo family to Sea City, Huo Xingde immediately prepared the most spacious house.

Knowing that Qin Ruan, drunk and craving lobster noodles, had woken up the household chef to stand by late at night.

Qin Ruan, unaware of the night’s events and their far-reaching impact, tossed and turned on the soft and comfortable big bed, her emotions in an extremely excited state.

Ever since her rebirth, she had never let go and drunk freely like this.

This drunkenness completely relaxed her.

Huo Yunjiao sat by the bed to unfasten her clothes, stopping after leaving only the thinnest layer of fabric.

The usually well-behaved Qin Ruan suddenly turned her head to look at him, "Didn’t you say you wouldn’t bully me?"

Her eyes were innocent and clear, like those of a child.

Huo Yunjiao bent down to scoop her into his arms, "I’m not bullying you, you reek of alcohol, let’s get you cleaned up."

His voice was mixed with laughter, showing no signs of disdain.

He picked her up, walking with firm steps into the bathroom.

A drunk Qin Ruan was still quite a handful, complaining now about the water being too hot, then too cold, and later even fussing that the shower gel did not smell familiar.

Huo Yunjiao, who had been pampered by family elders since childhood and had been self-reliant as an adult, was beginning to get a headache.

It was his first time catering to someone to this extent.

If it wasn’t for Qin Ruan, he would have long tossed her out of the window.

But who could blame him? The drunken woman was the mother of his child and the little wife he was determined to pamper.

Drenched, Huo Yunjiao sat on the edge of the bathtub, patiently wiping Qin Ruan’s body with a wet towel.

Perhaps worn out from all the tossing and turning, Qin Ruan leaned against the bathtub pillow, her bewildered eyes fixed on the light inside the room.

After a while, she murmured, "Why don’t you hit me when I’m causing such a fuss? In the past, as soon as I made a sound, they would whip us with willow branches from the tree outside the main gate—it hurt so much when they hit us."

Her body shivered several times, as if feeling the pain of the willow branches striking her.

Hearing Qin Ruan’s low murmurs, Huo Yunjiao stopped his wiping movements.

The words that reached his ears wiped the calmness from his eyes; his gaze sharpened, and his gentle face became grim.

The wet towel in his hand fell into the water, and his well-defined fingertips gently traced the light scars on Qin Ruan’s body.

Huo Yunjiao’s voice was low and gentle, seductively asking, "Who hit you? Why didn’t you run away?"

Sitting in the bathtub, hugging her knees, Qin Ruan said tonelessly, "There was no escape. If I ran, there would be no food, and I would starve to death outside."

This unusual, too-quiet reserve pierced Huo Yunjiao’s heart and heart.

He caressed Qin Ruan’s head, changing the topic, "Do you still want to eat lobster noodles and black beef tongue pie?"

Lifting from her gloomy mood, Qin Ruan regained her energy and nodded, smiling, "I want to eat!"

Seeing that her attention was indeed diverted, the suffocating aura, though not despairing, dissipated.

Huo Yunjiao pursed his lips, picked up the bath towel, and wrapped it around her before lifting her out of the bathtub.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to know what Qin Ruan had endured in the orphanage, but he was all too aware of how dark and terrifying some orphanages could be.

Some heartaches are better left unexplored.

He couldn’t bear to see Qin Ruan trapped in those oppressive memories.

Huo Yunjiao gently placed the obedient Qin Ruan in bed and covered her with a blanket.

Seeing her eyes sparkle and a smile and anticipation for the late-night snack emerge, Huo Yunjiao’s face broke into a tender smile.

All he could do now was ensure Qin Ruan never had to return to her hopeless former life and present all the beauty he could offer before her, making her hopeful about the future and not dwelling on past sorrows.

"Dong dong—"

The bedroom door was knocked on.

"Third brother, are you and Madam asleep? The black beef tongue pie has been bought, and the lobster noodles are ready."

Huo Yunjiao patted Qin Ruan’s head: "Just wait a little."

He stood up and walked to the bedroom door, opening it to find Huo Qi kneeling with a tray in his hands outside.

"It’s been tough, hand it to me."

Huo Qi passed the tray of lobster noodles and black beef tongue pie into his hands: "I live next door, so Third Brother, you can find me anytime you need."

Huo Yunjiao nodded slightly: "Get some rest early."

"You and the Madam should also rest early."

Seeing the tray in his hands, Huo Qi carefully closed the door.

"It smells so good!"

Qin Ruan, smelling the tantalizing aroma in the air, sat up in bed wrapped in a blanket, her eyes shining brightly as she stared at the food on the tray.

Huo Yunjiao placed the tray on the bedside table, smiling as he asked her, "Which do you want to eat first?"

"Beef tongue pie!"

Qin Ruan had a particular fondness for beef tongue pie, which ranked in her top three favorite dishes alongside tomato beef stew.