Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 939: The Tender Couple Goes to the Appointment, Young Master Huo Falls from His Pedestal

Chapter 939: Chapter 939: The Tender Couple Goes to the Appointment, Young Master Huo Falls from His Pedestal

Song Qing’s eyes revealed surprise; she hadn’t expected the second master to spare her. The melancholy between her brows turned into confusion, showing a complex astonishment.

Huo Yirong closed his eyes, choosing not to look at her. Fine beads of sweat slid down his forehead, falling onto the blue quilt and staining it dark.

His posture was somewhat careless, yet he exuded a tremendous power, as if his life had undergone some sublime transformation.

The mischievous curve that usually played on his lips was suppressed, and the ends of his long, piercing eyes were tinged with red, adding a touch of allure.

This irresistibly sexy and enchanting aspect of Huo Yirong was clearly reflected in Song Qing’s eyes, quickening her heartbeat. Her lackluster eyes sparked with vivid emotions, and her numb body also reacted strangely.

With his eyes firmly closed and feeling irritable, Huo Yirong quickly sensed this subtle change.

He opened his eyes, seeing a tinge of redness on Song Qing’s intensely captivating face, and felt an inexplicable thirst.

Huo Yirong’s deep, dark eyes flickered with an enigmatic and impenetrable light.

The next moment, he saw the fine beads of sweat on his handsome face as his expression suddenly turned cold, and a tyrannical aura began to emanate from the depths of his eyes, as if intending to utterly consume Song Qing.

In her daze, Song Qing felt her hair yanked forcefully, and her body was thrown onto the expensive carpet, unprepared.

Huo Yirong sat at the edge of the bed, his sitting posture domineering, exuding the superior air of a high-born noble.

He lifted his proud chin, "Get up!"

The cold and unfeeling command came from his thin lips, losing the mask of composure.

In line with his decisive manner, Huo Yirong showed no pity or tenderness, pulling the other’s hair to bring her closer.

Within reach, yet utterly unattainable, his mood was extremely volatile.

Murky sounds echoed in the quiet room.

It sounded like a sob, full of anguish.

After a long while, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense, and the scent of daphne flowers slowly spread.

Huo Yirong forcefully pushed Song Qing away, his voice low and fierce, mixed with panting and a cold tone, "Get out!"

His eyes were tightly shut, and his breathing unstable.

The anger in his heart didn’t subside with the outburst and showed no signs of improvement.

In truth, he had many ways to make Song Qing yield to him, but that was all under the assumption that she was interested in him.

When he decided to use Song Qing to lure out the lethal Sun-Eroding Poisonous Insect, Huo Yirong had made up his mind.

As long as it wasn’t a despicable, underhanded affair, and the woman came from a clean background, he could marry her into the family.

But looking at Song Qing’s behavior now, she didn’t seem to like him at all.

As Song Qing got up from the floor, she wiped her face, the already intense and pungent scent once again assaulting her nose.

She lowered her gaze, looking at the light reflected in her palm under the dim light, her lips slightly pursed, her moist hand gripped tightly.

Song Qing moved slowly, stepping out of the room one step at a time.

She knew that tonight’s plan to draw out the Sun-Eroding Poisonous Insect had failed.

The lingering unease subsided, leaving behind a helpless guilt.

She had tried her best, yet could not prevent an endless self-reproach from welling up inside her.

After the door was gently closed, Huo Yirong completely relaxed and slumped onto the bed, reaching for his phone to call Gongsun Yibo.

The call was answered, and he told the other party that the plan had failed.

Gongsun Yibo was curious as to how it could fail, "Second Master, what exactly happened? Is it a problem with Song Qing, or is it on your side?"

Given Song Qing’s absolute loyalty, and Huo Yirong’s eagerness to cure the poison, their cooperation should have gone smoothly.

Huo Yirong’s prepared explanation spun in his mouth but ultimately, he remained silent.

He had no interest in discussing such matters for others to hear, not because of pride or shame, but because he didn’t want the affairs of his bedroom to become fodder for gossip.

Not receiving a response, Gongsun Yibo asked, "Second Master? Are you listening?"

The voice was urgent, even more anxious than Huo Yirong, the man himself.

"Hmm—"

Huo Yirong responded with a nasal sound, unaware of his own satisfaction and irritation.

Gongsun Yibo was really curious. He kept asking, "Second Master, I think you need to tell me the entire process. If we failed this time, it will be twice as hard to lure out the poisonous insect next time. I need to know all the details to devise a strategy."

"Don’t want to talk."

Huo Yirong’s voice was low and carried a cold undertone.

Since Gongsun Yibo was accustomed to his capricious nature, he advised patiently, "It’s tough for me if you don’t talk. Just tell me, I’ll keep it a secret."

Huo Yirong ignored him, his eyes glazed over, staring at the ceiling. His mind flashed back to Song Qing’s dull eyes and the odd reaction she revealed when moved.

Gongsun Yibo kept asking, "Second Master, are you there? Is there something unspeakable on your end?"

Huo Yirong, annoyed by the continuous questioning, hung up the call very irritably. He flung his phone against the wall with force.

Song Qing, on the other side of the door, heard the thud inside.

Leaning against the wall, she turned her head to look back, her eyes filled with concern but devoid of affection.

...

Imperial Court Hotel.

On the top floor, inside the banquet hall.

All the children from the four major families, the six aristocratic families, and other smaller houses had gathered. Every New Year’s Eve, they all sat down for a get-together. Networking was one aspect, but more importantly, it was a chance for everyone to communicate in person.

The big families, though they may break bones, still remained connected by sinew—a dense and inseparable network in the capital’s upper circles.

Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan, each dressed in formal attire and holding elegantly dressed children, stepped into the bustling banquet hall.

The hall’s lights reflected on the guests, all men and women dressed in gorgeous attire, mingling back and forth.

"Third Master is here!"

Someone spotted Huo Third Master arriving with his wife and children and called out loudly.

The grand banquet hall quickly quieted down.

Everyone turned to look at the entrance, where an elegant man stood beside the stunningly attired Qin Ruan.

"Third Master, we haven’t seen you in previous years. You’re quite the spectacle this year. Is it because you’ve fallen from heavens now that you finally have a lovely wife by your side?"

A familiar woman’s voice, tinged with laughter, reached everyone’s ears.

Such a playful remark could only come from Su Jingshu, the head of the Su Family. Few among the noble ladies present had her status and boldness.

Su Jingshu stood not far away, her eyes smiling as she sized up Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan, along with the two children they held in their arms.

As she spoke up, others around her stepped forward with pleasant smiles and compliments.

"Are these the two little princes of the Huo Family? They’re really good-looking."

"They seem lively and cute; you can tell they are intelligent."

"The children really resemble..."

Huo Yunjiao’s thin lips curved into a perfect arch, his thanks humble yet distant, as he soon mingled with the crowd.

Qin Ruan watched the smile on the man next to her, warm and composed, but unfortunately not genuine.

She clearly saw a layer of faint detachment hidden in the depths of Third Master’s eyes, dark like the abyss, giving off an aloof and unapproachable feeling.

Qin Ruan felt suffocated, being surrounded by people.

She took Huo Yao from Huo Yunjiao’s arms, leaned in, and whispered in his ear, "I’ll take them to find big brother and second brother."

Third Master smiled and nodded, "Go ahead—"