Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 954: Familiar Eyes, Her Heart Trembles Slightly

Chapter 954: Chapter 954: Familiar Eyes, Her Heart Trembles Slightly

The slight sound from the bathroom door resonated.

Huo Anqi didn’t have time to retort to Huo Yao, his little body immediately lay flat, eyes tightly closed, long and curled eyelashes trembling slightly.

Huo Yao watched this whole series of actions, her small mouth slightly agape.

Qin Ruan emerged from the bathroom, saw him sitting dumbfounded on the bed, staring in astonishment at his younger son, and asked with a smile, "Why isn’t Ayao asleep yet?"

"Going to sleep now!"

Adhering to an unbreakable brotherly bond, Huo Yao did not expose his brother’s feigned sleep.

He honestly lay on the bed, his dark clear eyes fixed on his mother.

Qin Ruan, towel-drying her hair, walked to the door, and picked up the rolled-up sketch that was on the cabinet in her hands.

Under Huo Yao’s gaze, she opened the curtains and stepped onto the balcony.

The dark night outside, dim streetlights below casting a warm glow on her solemn and delicate features.

Qin Ruan murmured a summoning under her breath, and in an instant, the balcony was engulfed by a chilling aura, and Mr. Bai Qi drifted in from the darkness.

He clasped his hands together and bowed to Qin Ruan, "Miss Qin."

Qin Ruan handed the painting in her hands to him, pity emerging on her face as she sighed softly, "It’s a pity to erase a spirit that scarcely managed to refine itself in less than a century."

Not all malevolent spirits should be erased.

In this world, not only humans are divided into good and evil, but malevolent spirits are as well.

Mr. Bai Qi, expressionless, took the painting and said softly, "I will arrange a place for her to exist in the Netherworld."

Qin Ruan curved her lips slightly and nodded gently, "Thank you for your efforts."

Mr. Bai Qi, holding the painting, straightened his body, "You’re welcome, is there anything else?"

"That’s all," Qin Ruan waved her hand.

Mr. Bai Qi, clutching the painting, disappeared into the darkness.

Before leaving, his dark and deep eyes, through the curtains, made eye contact with a pair of clear and innocent black eyes from inside the bedroom.

Huo Yao lay on the bed, his eyes intensely focused on Mr. Bai Qi’s gradually transparent soul body.

Qin Ruan turned away from the balcony, unaware of their eye contact.

She returned to the bedroom, saw both kids were already asleep on the bed, sat beside Huo Yunjiao’s right side, and gently stroked his handsome pale face, her expression showing her heartache.

Grandfather had vomited blood again and again, each time consuming what little lifespan he had left.

And this time, it was particularly severe.

She hadn’t shown much emotion before, as she realized that all of tonight’s events seemed like a puzzle.

The sudden appearance of Nangong Chang, the Underworld King, and Chu Zifeng’s mysterious presence.

To say there was no connection between all these, she did not believe.

But there was a blank in her memory, unsure of what had happened.

Tonight’s sudden vomiting of blood by Grandfather, she hadn’t done anything against the natural order before this.

She didn’t know whether the appearance of the Underworld King and others was related to Grandfather’s illness this time.

Lost in thought, Qin Ruan failed to notice, under her palm, Grandfather’s eyelashes trembling slightly, his dazzling eyes slowly opening, dimming the surroundings.

His deep, misty eyes, seemingly affectionate at first glance, earnest scrutiny revealed an underlying indifference and detachment.

Huo Yunjiao’s gaze sharpened, absorbing the sight of Qin Ruan sitting beside him, feeling her warm fingertips on his cheek, his eyes slightly twinkling.

Because of his lying position, he clearly saw how casually Qin Ruan leaned on the bed, her exquisitely beautiful features overly stunning under the dim indoor light, and her seductive neck, inviting a gentle touch.

Qin Ruan, sensing his gaze, lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the man whose eyes were already open.

She blinked, her face showing little emotion.

However, her heartbeat raced at that moment.

Those familiar eyes of Master San, filled with deep emotions and sorrow, made her heart tremble slightly.

"Ruanruan—"

Huo Yunjiao raised his hand to touch her fair face.

Qin Ruan instinctively stepped back, always feeling that some unpleasant memory lingered, making her uncontrollably want to escape.

The hand, pale and jade-like, paused mid-air.

The man’s eyebrows slightly furrowed, his deep eyes staring intently at Qin Ruan.

Qin Ruan knew how inappropriate her behavior just was, and her heart skipped a beat.

Without time to think further, she leaned in towards Master San, pulling the blanket over him and softly said, "You’re not well, don’t move around."

Huo Yunjiao’s face showed little expression, nonchalantly asking, "When did you come back?"

Qin Ruan frowned, her voice low and somewhat resentful, "I came back not long ago, and hearing that you vomited blood again, my heart almost stopped."

Her words carried an unintentional tenderness and worry.

Huo Yunjiao withdrew his gaze from Qin Ruan and said absently, "Perhaps these past few days have been too busy."

The light outlined his pallid yet regaining complexion, as well as his delicate features.

Perhaps it was the lighting, but the Adam’s apple on his neck protruded at this moment, revealing a unique sensuality.

Qin Ruan noticed Master San’s low spirits, as well as the unapproachable, chilling aura emanating from him.

At this moment, she should have said something comforting, glossing over the unclear and unspoken issues.

However, the discomfort suppressed in Qin Ruan’s heart all night made her seek an outlet to vent.

She licked her lips tentatively asking, "Just because you’re busy? Your condition this time doesn’t seem right, nearly resulting in a catastrophic burst.

Though it was controlled in time, it ultimately harmed your life force. If someone hadn’t intervened, I might have returned to find nothing but a corpse."

Huo Yunjiao’s face showed clear surprise.

He looked up at Qin Ruan, "It wasn’t you?"

Every time he had a health issue, Qin Ruan would always detect it first and then provide relief for his unbearable pain.

At those times, it felt as though his body was occupied by two forces, incessantly entangled in battle.

This time, he had also thought that Qin Ruan’s timely return had improved his condition.

Qin Ruan shook her head denying, "It wasn’t me."

She could see the seriousness and inquiry in the man’s eyes.

Master San genuinely didn’t know who had sorted out the entanglement between Purple Energy and Black Evil.

Qin Ruan pinched her fingertips, her mind constantly flashing through figures like the Underworld King, Chu Zifeng, Nangong Chang, Changyuan, Lan An, and Hu Yixian.

She had a gut feeling that these individuals didn’t appear without reason.

If that really was the case, what then was their purpose?

Huo Yunjiao held Qin Ruan’s hand, his voice gentle as he asked, "Ruanruan, what are you thinking about?"

"Do you remember what happened before and after you vomited blood?"

Qin Ruan, as if enveloped in a mystery, unable to find any breakthrough, attempted to seek clues from Master San.

The restlessness and anxiety in her eyes were something Huo Yunjiao found difficult to pretend not to see.

He shook his head, his voice a bit hoarse and deeply sensual in the shadowy light, "After you left, I didn’t feel well, always feeling that something was about to happen, just waiting for you.

I forgot the time, but suddenly the pain started, then I saw Ayao and Anqi, and after that, I don’t remember anything. When I woke up, I saw you."

In response to Qin Ruan’s questions, he answered everything.