Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 946: Don’t Look If It’s Not Decent, Ruanruan Goes Back on Her Word to Third Master

Chapter 946: Chapter 946: Don’t Look If It’s Not Decent, Ruanruan Goes Back on Her Word to Third Master

The villa area was surrounded by trees that were both dense and tall, and Qin Ruan guessed that even on a bright, sunny day, the warm sunlight could not penetrate through.

She also had a strange feeling that the sinister atmosphere of the villa area did not emanate from the ancient-style villa before her eyes.

It was as if something in the surroundings was emitting a powerful aura, and it was watching them from the dark with a chilling presence.

As soon as He Mingjin got out of the car, he felt a chill in the air. He touched his arm through his clothes and walked over to Qin Ruan. Speaking in a hushed voice, he asked, "Should we go in?"

He extended his hand toward the grandly decorated villa in front of them.

Although he talked about going in, there was resistance in his eyes. It was clear he did not want to set foot in the villa again.

"Let’s take a look inside."

Qin Ruan approached the villa with calm and composed steps.

He Mingjin, feeling apprehensive, followed closely behind her, glancing around uneasily.

They entered the villa one after the other, and the automatic lights inside flickered on. Light streamed from the second floor, as if someone was there.

Qin Ruan stood in the spacious living room, her attention immediately drawn to the nearly two-meter-tall mural on the wall.

Under the bright light, the hyper-realistic sketch was clearly visible in its entirety.

The protagonist of the sketch was a girl dressed in a retro cheongsam, radiant with youthful beauty.

Her hair was fluffy, and her eyes were calm and melancholic, with a few faint grey moles adorning her cheeks.

The sorrowful eyes in the painting stared directly at the entrance to the hall, the lifelike pupils fixed on her and He Mingjin.

Qin Ruan was quite far from the sketch, yet she felt as though she could hear the faint breathing of the subject, eerie and thrilling.

He Mingjin tugged at her sleeve and whispered, "Madam Xia?"

"Hmm?" Qin Ruan turned to look at him.

He Mingjin’s face was as pale as paper, and he asked with a tremor, "What are you looking at?"

Ever since he had come in, he had felt uncomfortable, as if something was watching him.

Qin Ruan pointed towards the nearly two-meter-tall, realistic sketch and asked, "Who is the girl in this painting?"

"I got it at some auction. It didn’t cost much. I just liked the look of her."

He Mingjin was distracted and didn’t pay much attention to the sketch.

Qin Ruan didn’t think much of it either.

She moved to the lounge area of the hall and casually leaned on the back of the sofa, speaking in a light and nonchalant tone, "When will the people you called arrive?"

Touching his nose with his curled index finger, He Mingjin said with a hint of guilt, "They’re already here, upstairs."

Qin Ruan flicked non-existent dust from her skirt’s hem, lifted her eyes lazily, scanning He Mingjin’s uncomfortable demeanor, and her lips curved slightly, "Then what is Mr. He waiting for? With such a good time and beautiful scenery, why not hurry upstairs?"

He Mingjin stood still, sweat beading on his forehead as he asked hesitantly, "Should I prepare anything?"

Qin Ruan looked at him with a guarded expression, her lips parting lightly to speak, "Pay attention to the protective measures. Life is precious; don’t cause any fatalities."

"Not that!"

He Mingjin’s face turned green. That wasn’t what he meant to ask.

"Madam Xia, what I mean is that, in case something happens, I could have something to protect my life..." an amulet.

Qin Ruan’s expression changed instantly, and she interrupted him sharply, "Mr. He, be careful with your words!"

Her piercing gaze inadvertently swept toward the sketch.

She wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but she thought she saw the woman’s black-grey pupils move within the painting.

The spacious hall was as brightly lit as if it were daytime, yet the sinister atmosphere in the air intensified rather than decreased.

A ruthless cold light filled Qin Ruan’s eyes as she raised them to look at He Mingjin, but her tone was tender to the extreme, "Mr. He, do your work quickly. With me here, you’ll be bouncing with life."

She exuded a lazy charm, her gaze light and airy, radiating a sense of control and composure along with an indescribable dominance and confidence, which inexplicably comforted He Mingjin.

He didn’t say anything more, just nodded and turned to walk upstairs.

His steps trembled slightly, as if resigned to his fate, as though he might never come back down again.

Just then, Qin Ruan clearly saw the woman in the sketch’s eyes actually move.

Her dark grey eyes followed He Mingjin as he left, gently turning, always fixed on him.

Qin Ruan only glanced once before calmly looking away, pulling out her phone to casually browse through trending searches.

#Certain Island Duty-Free Shop’s Two-Day Sales Exceed Ten Billion Yuan# topped the trending searches.

During the Spring Festival, the duty-free shop on the island launched a series of promotions to reward customers, providing plentiful stock and a wide variety, with many brands also introducing duty-free exclusive products, New Year sets, and more, meeting consumer needs.

Young men and women from the middle class rushed there to shop for the holiday, creating quite a buzz.

#Xia Yunchen’s Last Film As Leading Actor Premieres Today# secured the second spot on trending searches.

Ever since Xia Yunchen announced his retirement from the entertainment industry, his popularity never waned.

As for Hen Nianzhen, not many people discussed her anymore, and her name was no longer visible in the trending searches.

Further down were promotional posts about this year’s Spring Festival Gala performances, along with some celebrities buying attention.

Qin Ruan gazed at her phone with a calm expression, her fingers occasionally sliding across the screen.

"Snap—"

A crisp sound arose, making Qin Ruan’s finger pause on the screen.

The sound came from the second floor, like a cup shattering on the ground.

"Master He, please be gentle!"

A woman’s voice cried out in panic, with a tinge of pain from upstairs, reaching Qin Ruan’s ears.

The tone was rich with varied inflections, yet faintly carried a hint of reluctance mixed with acquiescence.

Anyone unaware might think He Mingjin was upstairs, unleashing some act of violence.

Qin Ruan glanced at the time on the top left corner of her screen; it had been only a few minutes since He Mingjin had gone upstairs, impossible to have gone straight to the main event so quickly.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, her dark gaze shifting towards the second floor.

Out of the corner of her eye, she inadvertently caught sight of the sketch in the living room.

With just that look, Qin Ruan’s delicate face dramatically changed.

The girl in the sketch had vanished, leaving only a two-meter-tall blank paper.

She shot up and dashed towards the second floor with swift steps.

In the meantime, the irregular sounds from He Mingjin mixed with the woman’s cries of terror continued to echo, clearly indicating they were engaged in a scuffle.

Thanks to their voices, Qin Ruan, who had rushed upstairs, quickly located their room following the sounds.

The scene that followed made Qin Ruan renege on her words to Boss Huo.

She saw He Mingjin with not a thread on him and also saw the woman whose arms he had pinned, engaged in repetitive aerobic motions.

She was a young and pretty woman with an excellent figure, who appeared very coquettish.

Qin Ruan stared at the woman’s face, feeling it was familiar, associating it with a certain commercial.

Before she could think further, He Mingjin had already gone mad, having lost all sense of reason.

They likely didn’t even bother walking into the room, opting to explore the theme of life right at the small bar.

Qin Ruan stood at the doorway, hesitating for only two seconds due to her failed promise to Boss Huo, swiftly grabbed the coat from the cabinet, and with a flick of her hand,

the coat landed squarely on He Mingjin, as well as the woman tightly entwined with him.