Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 938: Gongsun Yibo: Wishing Second Master’s Wishes Come True!

Chapter 938: Chapter 938: Gongsun Yibo: Wishing Second Master’s Wishes Come True!

Qin Ruan’s mouth fell open slightly when she learned about their respective plans, thinking to herself that there wasn’t a single idle person in the family.

Her expression was amusing, Huo Yunjiao reached out and pinched her nose, then whispered in her ear with a chuckle, "In another year or two, you’ll also become busy, as the Huo family lacks a mistress to manage things."

Qin Ruan acted as if she hadn’t heard him and quickened her steps.

She was so lazy, she had no desire to become a drudge.

After the Huo family’s elderly patriarch took his seat, the others also took their seats with the help of the servants.

Qin Ruan noticed Huo Yirong sitting opposite her, pale and haggard, and thought to herself that there was still one idle person around.

Huo Yirong could walk now, but he shouldn’t overexert himself: the influence that the lethal sun-eclipsing poisonous insect had on his body couldn’t be resolved in a short period of time.

Of course, if he wanted to use Song Qing to draw the poison out, she believed it would take about ten days to half a month for him to recover to his former spirited state.

Feeling Qin Ruan’s gaze, Huo Yirong looked up at her.

He smiled cheekily at the corners of his lips and asked, "Little sister-in-law, what’s the matter?"

Qin Ruan narrowed her fox’s eyes and said with a smile, "Nothing, just that I see Yirong’s health has improved a lot. Congratulations!"

Holding the food on his plate, Huo Yirong said while eating, "Thanks to the Gongsun family head, it’s not a big problem."

His tone was so relaxed and casual, it gave the impression that he didn’t care about his condition.

At this moment, the Huo family’s elderly patriarch spoke up.

He looked at Qin Ruan with a kind face and said, "Ruanruan, after we finish eating, let Yunjiao take you to meet some people. Go out and socialize with young people."

Qin Ruan didn’t understand why and looked blankly at Huo Yunjiao sitting by her side.

The latter picked up food for her with the shared chopsticks and said in an unhurried manner, "Tonight, the younger generation from several other families will gather at the Imperial Court Hotel. If you’re interested, we can go and show our faces; if not, we can decline."

But the Huo family patriarch chuckled and said, "When young people get together, you all have common topics. It’s fine to take Ruanruan to take a look. Capital City has more interesting places than Sea City."

Although the elderly master was speaking to Huo Yunjiao, his eyes were fixed on Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan had a ridiculous feeling that he didn’t bring up her trip to Sea City at all but hinted that she could do as she pleased in Capital City—just not to forget to stay within limits.

Unable to refuse, she nodded to the elder, "I understand, Grandfather."

After the New Year’s Eve reunion dinner, both the Huo family patriarch and Huo Junxin didn’t rest but left home directly.

Huo Hongxing and Huo’s second uncle also followed them out of the house shortly after.

In the expansive Huo Mansion, only Huo Yunjiao, Qin Ruan, Huo Yirong, and two children remained.

The three adults and two children sat in the residence of the elderly patriarch. Huo Yunjiao set down a cup of tea he had just sipped from on the table and looked up at Huo Yirong’s fatigued face across from him.

With his usual calm voice, he asked, "Second brother, is the Gongsun family head coming tonight?"

A trace of discomfort flashed across Huo Yirong’s face, but he quickly regained his composure and nodded, "He should be arriving soon. You, together with our sister-in-law, take Ayao and Anqi out with you later."

Qin Ruan was in the midst of feeding Huo Yao and Huo Anqi fruits.

She felt something odd when Huo Yirong named them specifically to take the kids away.

It wasn’t until she heard what the brothers said afterward that she realized what he meant.

Huo Yunjiao’s fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the sofa, his gaze fixed on Huo Yirong’s pale face, his voice low, "Is everything ready?"

"Mmm—"

Facing his younger brother’s serene gaze, Huo Yirong felt somewhat ashamed.

They all clearly understood why Gongsun Yibo was coming over tonight.

Tonight, he was going to use Song Qing to extract the lethal sun-eclipsing poisonous insect from his body.

Bluntly put, the two of them were going to share a bed and perform the rites of husband and wife.

The tapping fingers on the sofa’s edge stopped, and Huo Yunjiao spoke calmly, "Second brother, have you decided what position you will give Song Qing?"

Huo Yirong responded readily, "Just another person at the Huo family’s dining table."

He had no hesitation, clearly having made up his mind long ago.

Not just anyone could sit at the Huo family’s dining table unless they were a member of the Huo family.

Hearing this, Huo Yunjiao’s lips curved into a faint smile, "As long as you’ve thought it through."

He stood up and extended his hand to Qin Ruan, "Let’s go change our clothes and take Ayao and Anqi with us to the Imperial Court Hotel as well. Both of their uncles will be there too."

"Okay!"

When Qin Ruan heard that her eldest and second brothers would also be there, her face lit up with a look of anticipation.

...

In the dimly lit bedroom, Huo Yirong changed out of his black Tang suit, wore an open bathrobe, and leaned against the headboard in a relaxed and casual manner.

His eyes, shadowed and unclear, were staring at the bedroom door.

"Knock, knock—"

The door was knocked from the outside, causing Huo Yirong’s body to involuntarily tense up.

His Adam’s apple moved slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and a tall, masculine man walked in slowly.

Gongsun Yibo, upon seeing Huo Yirong leaning against the bed, lifted an eyebrow and whistled, "Second Master, what a fine figure!"

His meaningful compliment was met with a sharp, piercing gaze from Huo Yirong, "Where is he?"

"What’s the rush? He’ll be here soon." Gongsun Yibo sat down by the bed with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, "Second Master, if it doesn’t work out tonight, there are no other options. You’d better seize the opportunity."

Huo Yirong’s eyebrows knitted together, his body emanating a displeased aura, "What do you mean?"

Gongsun Yibo spoke calmly, "The Poisonous Insect is cunning; once it senses danger, luring it out again will be much more difficult. In other words, there is only one chance."

"Yin and yang intersecting, as long as I unite with Song Qing, shouldn’t the Poisonous Insect be guided out? How can that fail?"

Huo Yirong could not accept his sudden change of stance.

Gongsun Yibo sighed softly, patiently explaining, "The Life-Ending Sun-Eating Insect is transferred from your body to Song Qing’s through physical union. If anything unexpected occurs during the process,

such as the Life-Ending Sun-Eating Insect being in a reluctant state, it might sense the danger and not be fooled again next time. This wouldn’t be a concern with an ordinary Poisonous Insect.

The Life-Ending Sun-Eating Insect is too ferocious, and many complications can arise. Of course, the possibility I mentioned earlier is extremely slim, and even if it fails, you will have another chance, although it will be twice as difficult as the first attempt to lure it."

Huo Yirong’s eyes slightly lowered as he fidgeted with the sash of the sleepwear beside him, his voice a bit heavy, "I understand."

"Second Master, Miss Song has arrived."

The steady voice of Huo Qiang reporting came from outside the door.

Huo Yirong looked up and saw Song Qing, as thin and haggard as Huo Qiang by his side, enter his view.

It hadn’t been long since they last met, yet this woman seemed to have transformed into someone else, almost disfigurely thin.

Confronted by such a Song Qing, Huo Yirong felt no stirring of affection.

His gaze was cool and his voice icy as he commanded, "Let her in."

Gongsun Yibo stood up, casually running a hand through his hair, and sincerely wished, "A moment of delightful entertainment is worth a thousand pieces of gold. I hope the Second Master gets what he desires."

Huo Yirong glanced at him, remaining silent.

Gongsun Yibo smiled and took his leave with discernment.

Once everyone had left, Song Qing stood by the bed with downcast eyes, and the sound of the door closing echoed in her ears.

Seeing her stand motionless like a wooden figurine, truly oblivious to romantic atmosphere, Huo Yirong furrowed his brow.

He commanded, "Come up."

Song Qing obediently crawled onto the bed before her. Her movements were stiff and awkward, but the unintentional glimpses of her body revealed through the sleepwear were vaguely suggestive and enticing.

Huo Yirong’s Adam’s apple bobbed, feeling that the room temperature must have been set too high by the servants, giving the air a touch of warmth.

Song Qing lay quietly beside him, still as stone.

Her hands hung by her sides, and her dark eyes stared at the ceiling.

Seeing her appearing as if resigned to her fate, Huo Yirong laughingly exasperated, "Do you know why you came in here?"

"I know."

The muffled, low voice of Song Qing was devoid of emotion.

Huo Yirong lifted her chin with his hand, "If you know, then why are you acting like a lifeless fish?!"

He was displeased, very angry, and even a bit resentful.

Song Qing’s cold eyes met the angry flames in the man’s eyes as she calmly said, "Second Master, I don’t know how."

Huo Yirong’s frown deepened further.

He released Song Qing’s chin and said coldly, "If you don’t know, then learn!"

The untied robe was impatiently flung open by him. He ordered Song Qing to do the same.

The person beside him was silent for a few seconds before slowly rising.

Song Qing acted like an emotionless being, performing the command without a hint of shame.

The room’s light dimmed a bit more, and through the sheer curtains, only the elongated shadows of figures parting and embracing could be seen, then parting again.

A flicker of panic crossed Song Qing’s eyes as her hands tightly grasped the deep blue down quilt.

The atmosphere in the room grew tense and oppressive, with Huo Yirong raising his sharp eyes only to see all the light vanish from hers.

He clenched his fists, suppressing his anger as he asked, "What’s the matter with you?"

The person he gazed at shook her head weakly, clueless on how to answer.

Initially, everything had gone very smoothly.

But once it truly began, Song Qing’s body and mind both resisted, unable to accept him.

It was just as it sounded!

Huo Yirong tried many methods, but still couldn’t make her open her heart.

The door to freedom was right before him, yet he could see it and not touch it.

Recalling the various eye-catching items Gongsun Yibo had left when he visited some days ago, Huo Yirong took a deep breath and casually pulled out an item from the bedside drawer.

Sensing the increasingly somber and frightening displeasure emanating from the Second Master, Song Qing pressed her lips tightly, silent for fear of provoking him further.

Her eyes stared blankly at the ceiling under the dim light of the floor lamp in the room, her expression neither joyful nor sorrowful, resembling a resigned little lamb awaiting slaughter.

After a long while, Huo Yirong felt he might have misunderstood something.

Did Song Qing truly like him? In a romantic sense?

There must be some misunderstanding, or else why wouldn’t she accept him, even after he tried every possible way to soothe her, she still would not open her heart.

Thinking that this woman didn’t like him yet allowed herself to be commanded probably because of past gratitude,

a dark light flashed across Huo Yirong’s deep eyes. He gritted his teeth but eventually bowed his head.

He did not kiss Song Qing, but his irritated anger was aroused, and he could only relieve it in his own