Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 957: Huo Yao and Huo Anqi Together Have Eight Hundred Tricks Up Their Sleeves

Chapter 957: Chapter 957: Huo Yao and Huo Anqi Together Have Eight Hundred Tricks Up Their Sleeves

Huo Anqi’s little hand pressed down, and Huo Yirong’s heart felt as if it was being gnawed by millions of insects, assaulted by a nagging pain.

"Hiss!"

He couldn’t hold back and cried out in pain.

Sitting opposite him, Qin Ruan interrupted to ask her youngest son, "Anqi, is there a way to remove it?"

Huo Anqi’s little face was taut as he shook his head gently.

The pain in Huo Yirong’s heart had somewhat subsided, and seeing his little nephew shake his head, his face didn’t show much disappointment.

On the contrary, he comfortingly rubbed the child’s head and gently said, "It’s okay, our Aqi is already amazing."

Huo Anqi lifted his somber eyes, enunciating to him, "I can make it die."

His still maturing features already bore a striking resemblance to Huo San Ye; given a few more years, who knows what astonishing beauty he would possess.

Huo Yirong’s mouth fell slightly agape, not sure what to say.

To believe the child or to take his words as a joke?

Faced with a face that resembled his third brother, he couldn’t even bring himself to utter a word of discouragement.

In Huo Yirong’s subconscious, he had already accepted that if even Qin Ruan couldn’t do it, how could a child possibly manage?

Qin Ruan’s brows lifted slightly as she continued to ask her youngest son, "Aqi, if the Poisonous Insect dies, will your second uncle’s body be affected?"

Huo Anqi stared at the spot where the Poisonous Insect was lodged in his second uncle’s chest; his little face showed deep thought.

His clear eyes seemed simple, but in reality, they were inscrutable.

After a long look, Huo Anqi said, "That insect has left many wounds; after it dies, second uncle will need to recuperate for a while."

Qin Ruan asked further, "Will it harm you?"

Huo Anqi’s little face wrinkled, full of dismay, "I won’t be able to play with my brother, and I’ll have to lie in bed and rest for a few days."

Qin Ruan’s usually calm expression faded, the smile that was fixed at the edge of her lips slowly disappeared, and a glimmer of deep light flashed through her eyes.

The life-consuming Gu within Huo Yirong paled in comparison to the two entangled auras that Huo San Ye was born with.

If the youngest son were to rid Huo Yirong of the Poisonous Insect within him, the power expended would require him to rest for several days.

If last night it had indeed been Anqi who helped Third Brother with his body, at this very moment, he would not be jumping around so lively.

The hand that Qin Ruan left by her side clenched slightly.

She exhaled softly, regaining her composure as her red lips parted and closed, "Anqi, your second uncle loves you so much, do you want to help him?"

Huo Anqi pursed his little mouth, turned back to meet Huo Yirong’s eyes that were no longer lifelessly dull but sparkled with suppressed expectation, and nodded gently.

Then, without giving the adults time to prepare, the hand placed on Huo Yirong’s chest released a powerful surge of Black Evil Energy.

Qin Ruan, feeling the energy denser than her own, couldn’t help but sit up straight.

"Ugh—"

Huo Yirong bore the pain and groaned lowly, his refined facial features contorting with agony.

The next instant, an even more intense pain struck him.

His heart felt as if it were being clenched tightly in someone’s hand, torn and kneaded mercilessly.

"Ah—"

Huo Yirong eventually couldn’t hold it in and cried out loudly.

With his cry of release, Huo Anqi, soaked in sweat, collapsed onto him, his little hand slowly sliding down his chest.

"Anqi!"

"Aqi!"

Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan, seeing their youngest son in such a weakened state, both stood up and rushed over.

Huo Yao, who had been placed on the sofa, could no longer sit still. He climbed down from the sofa and followed with hurried steps.

Qin Ruan, with a heartache, hugged Huo Anqi in her arms, her eyes fixed on him as she asked in a deep voice, "So this is what you meant by resting in bed for a few days?"

"I had to help dad out of urgency yesterday, and I haven’t recovered my strength yet."

Little Anqi’s words made Qin Ruan’s heart wrench with pain.

If she had any doubts about her son before, now all she felt was overwhelming guilt and heartache.

"I’m sorry, Aqi——"

Qin Ruan apologized verbally, cradling Huo Anqi in her arms filled with self-reproach, and took steps towards the stairs.

Huo Anqi raised his powerless little hand, gently touched her face, and said in a weak voice, "Mom, Second Uncle is already better. Please don’t be sad."

The child was too sensible, so much so that it deepened the guilt in Qin Ruan’s heart.

The mother and son went upstairs, ignoring both Huo Yunjiao and Huo Yao behind them, as well as Huo Yirong who had passed out in pain.

It wasn’t until Qin Ruan and Huo Anqi’s figures disappeared on the second floor that Huo Yao tugged his father’s hand, his lips pursing in grievance.

The deep furrows on Grandfather’s brow loosened slightly as he bent down to pat his head, "Ayao, be good. I’ll take you upstairs in a little while."

Huo Yao felt even more wronged.

He really wanted to say that his brother was pretending. There was nothing wrong with him at all!

Seeing his mom holding his brother, he felt envious and desperately wanted her to hold him too.

Huo Yunjiao was not the worm in his son’s stomach; he had no idea what he was thinking.

He cast a worried look towards his second brother slumped on the sofa and thought of his frail youngest son, sighing softly. He then gestured to Huo Qiang and Huo Zhi in the corner.

When they approached, he said in a deep voice, "Take your second brother back to rest. As for the people who came to our house to pay a New Year’s visit today, do not disturb Father and Grandfather. Go and invite Ninth Uncle over to receive them."

"Yes, Master!"

Huo Qiang went to move Huo Yirong’s body.

Huo Zhi took out his phone to contact his subordinates to pick up Ninth Uncle.

Receiving the guests for the New Year’s visit was supposed to be done by both Huo Yunjiao and Huo Yirong.

Now, with this mess, all plans were disrupted.

Once Huo Zhi had arranged for someone to pick up Ninth Uncle and hung up the phone, Huo Yunjiao, while holding Huo Yao, told her, "Prepare a generous gift and have Doctor Chen come over to check on the young master’s health."

Huo Zhi lowered his head respectfully and said, "I will personally go invite him."

Huo Yunjiao acknowledged and went upstairs with his son.

Inside the children’s room.

Qin Ruan laid Huo Anqi down on the bed and sat beside him, holding his little hand as she slowly transferred Nether Power.

Despite her worries about the Nether Power jarring Huo Anqi’s small body, when Huo Anqi felt the massive power surge through him, he was so startled that he almost sat up straight.

There was nothing wrong with his body. On the contrary, the dominating force of the Nether Power filled him and genuinely began to make him feel unwell.

Huo Anqi fought against the urge to shake off Qin Ruan’s hand and said in a panicked voice, "Mom, it’s okay. I just need to rest for a few days."

Qin Ruan, who was transferring the Nether Divine Power to her son, suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

The Nether Power she was sending roamed through Huo Anqi’s body, and when the power returned, the feedback informed her that her son was in great condition.

Not only was Huo Anqi’s body free from discomfort, but it could even be said he was as sturdy as a little calf.

Qin Ruan’s clear eyes suddenly narrowed, her gaze sharp and cold as she stared into her little son’s eyes.

Realizing the truth was out, Huo Anqi called out to her anxiously, "Mom——"

Qin Ruan’s lips curved with a derisive chill as she said self-deprecatingly, "Anqi, you and Ayao are becoming too cunning. If I hadn’t seen you crawl out of my stomach with my own eyes, I’d begin to question your breed."

What kind of strong genes must one have to raise such cunning children.