Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 933: The World Changes Color, the Netherworld’s Puppet Envoy Comes Seeking Qin Ruan

Chapter 933: Chapter 933: The World Changes Color, the Netherworld’s Puppet Envoy Comes Seeking Qin Ruan

Huo Qi’s dark eyes locked onto Wu Fan’s delicate and pale face, and he said earnestly, "As long as I have it, if you want it, it’s yours!"

These words, hearing them, made Wu Fan unable to suppress a smile in her eyes.

She stepped forward, placing her hand on Huo Qi’s shoulder and ambiguously tracing circles with her fingertips, her dim eyes releasing a feigned charm.

Wu Fan asked in a sugary voice, "What if I want you, will you give yourself?"

Huo Qi took her hand off his shoulder, his lips tightly pursed.

Wu Fan’s cold gaze fixed on the wrist he held, and she said sternly, "It seems you can’t afford to give that, so you should make fewer promises in the future."

Huo Qi’s voice was hoarse, "Wu Fan, you should understand that once we take this step, what awaits us is mutual disdain, and we can never return to how we were."

Hearing about mutual disdain, a wave of sadness swept through Wu Fan.

How could she not understand? There were already problems between them, and they could not return to the past.

Some barriers and conflicts require time to be put aside. What she dreaded most were issues belonging to two people, entangled with a third.

Neither she nor Miss Duan wanted to compromise themselves.

Miss Duan had already reincarnated; even if Wu Fan reconciled with Huo Qi, the thorn between them would always remain. Some things just can’t be forced.

Thinking of their seven-years-long relationship, Wu Fan finally felt reluctant.

The words Miss Duan said before she left had greatly startled her—a boyfriend of seven years, yet less understood than an acquaintance from a past life.

Should she say that she was too much of a failure, or that Huo Qi had disguised himself too well, or perhaps their feelings for each other were never as solid as she imagined?

Wu Fan eyes lowered, her voice was nothing if not sarcastic, "You really are besotted, guarding your purity for Miss Duan through past and present lives, fearing that one day you will fall for another woman. When that day comes, what you’ve done today will turn into a mere joke, and you won’t even have time to regret it!"

Huo Qi didn’t speak in defense; instead, he squeezed Wu Fan’s hand and lowered his voice, "Having been together for seven years, I believe I understand you quite well. Your pride won’t allow a third person to exist between us. Time will clarify what you really want.

You don’t need to test me; in this lifetime, without Miss Duan, I have already failed you, and there won’t be anyone else in the future."

This was both an explanation and his preparation for the lonely life he was about to face.

Wu Fan tossed his hand away and snorted lightly, "You wish. With the way you have lost all passion, which woman would lack the sense to be with someone like you!"

Huo Qi laughed at himself and said, "Then let me live out my life in solitude."

Wu Fan’s eyes dimmed, feeling as though something had heavily pricked her heart.

It wasn’t painful, but it was enough to tug at her heartstrings.

She turned her head, her gaze sweeping toward the scenery outside the window, and dismissed him, "You should go, I need to change my clothes."

The footsteps in the quiet room quickly sounded. They felt as though they were treading on Wu Fan’s heart.

Huo Qi left quietly without any reluctance. It was completely over between them.

With their backs to each other, the path they had walked together for seven years branched into two. They continued forward, each on a different trajectory of life.

Standing by the window, Wu Fan, with tears sliding down her cheeks, kept forcing a smile, facing the warm sun with a radiant smile.

This time the tears marked the farewell to a seven-year relationship.

Deep in her heart, it wasn’t that she wasn’t sad. She felt more relieved.

Who was there to blame?

Was it wrong for Miss Duan to appear, or was it Huo Qi’s fault for having someone else in his heart? Or perhaps it was her own conceit, trying to strike a rock with an egg.

Miss Duan had waited for hundreds of years, holding steadfastly to the promise that Huo Qi would marry her, only to end up nearly soul-shattered.

Pitiful and tragic, stuck in old ways.

But the other party won Huo Qi over, and he still held Miss Duan in his heart.

In his previous life, Huo Qi had treated her with mutual respect, yet even in this life, continuing their past connection, they failed to achieve true fulfillment.

It was just as Huo Qi had said, she couldn’t tolerate someone else residing in the depths of his heart; this was a thorn lodged deep within her soul, taking root, and it became the fuse for future conflicts in their strained relationship.

As for Huo Qi...

Wu Fan snorted derisively, raising her hand to wipe away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

What did it matter what he did!

In the days to come, she would live as she pleased.

Hadn’t Qin Ruan told her that her romantic fortunes were about to turn? There were plenty of good men in the world; why should she forsake a vast forest for a man who didn’t belong to her?

That was what she thought, but the tears in Wu Fan’s eyes surged even more fiercely, like a faucet whose valve had not been closed, impossible to wipe dry.

In the next room, after Qin Ruan had drunk her medicinal porridge and eaten two pieces of black ox-tongue biscuits to fill her stomach, she was passing the time playing with the children.

Suddenly, the warm sun hanging outside the window was engulfed by dark clouds, and the color of the sky and earth darkened drastically, as if a storm was brooding ominously.

The spacious room was instantly filled with a familiar cold and evil Qi. Sensing that something was amiss, Qin Ruan immediately sent Huo Yao and Huo Anqi to Huo Yunjiao, who was working on her tablet by the bed.

The unexpected change in the weather also alarmed him; his deep eyes stared out the window at the oppressive black clouds.

Qin Ruan’s lips parted briefly and then rapidly advised, "Third Master, please take care of Ayao and Anqi first. An old acquaintance has arrived; I need to go down and see."

Huo Yunjiao lifted his eyelids, recalling the last time Qin Ruan’s old acquaintance had visited—it was that strikingly beautiful king of the Netherworld, his eyebrows barely perceptible in a frown.

His voice was crisp, "That Puppet with a red mole on the tip of his nose?"

"He’s the Underworld King," Qin Ruan said with a helpless expression. "It’s not him this time; it’s a Netherworld envoy."

She sensed the message conveyed by the Netherworld envoy from downstairs. Given the significant disturbance caused, it seemed there was an urgent matter.

Knowing it wasn’t that effeminate-looking Underworld King with a red mole, who was never likable, Huo Yunjiao regained his usual calm and grace, his tone much softer, "Go ahead."

As soon as he spoke, Qin Ruan had already rushed out of the room.

The cold and evil Qi from the Netherworld was right downstairs; she didn’t understand why the envoy didn’t show up directly in the room.

Considering the two conflicting energies in the Third Master’s body, she felt it was better without the Netherworld’s evil Qi seeping in, saving her the effort of using her own Qi to help regulate his body.

Qin Ruan rushed downstairs at top speed. The courtyard, previously bathed in bright sunshine, was now shrouded in gloomy Qi, with a Puppet Envoy drenched in dense black evil Qi floating in mid-air.

The envoy clasped his hands together, bowing to Qin Ruan, "Miss Qin, the Underworld King has sent me to inform you that the girl from the Duan family who wandered Hell for several centuries chose not to be born into a wealthy family during reincarnation. Instead, she chose to continue the Duan Family lineage, and she will be born today at the hour of the sheep."

Qin Ruan’s eyebrows slightly raised, "The Duan family still has a lineage to continue?"

It was known that the Duan family had used a creature from the Witch Clan to suppress Miss Duan, selfishly using their ancestral Puppet Power to sustain their wealth, which was essentially bringing about their own destruction. The result of such actions was supposed to be the end of their lineage.

The Puppet Envoy respectfully replied, "The young master of the Duan family did not take proper precautions outside, and this child was not meant to be born. Miss Duan is using that pregnant woman to continue the Duan family lineage."