Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 969: Stunning Profile, Breaking the Internet’s Ceiling!

Chapter 969: Chapter 969: Stunning Profile, Breaking the Internet’s Ceiling!

Qin Ruan didn’t realize that because of her, Xiaomin’s adventure team’s live stream was about to go viral.

She thought that if she didn’t show her face, no one would recognize her, but she didn’t know that Qin Mei was involved.

This also led to her ghost puppet-catching mission, which should have been neatly concluded, being exposed within the social circles of Capital City’s wealthy young masters.

Of course, even without Qin Mei, Qin Ruan’s identity was also easy to reveal.

With the current advanced internet conditions, and at the beginning of the new year, many young people were at home watching TV and browsing on their smartphones to pass the time. Among them, there was no lack of people who recognized Qin Ruan’s voice.

The hospital had too many undead spirits; Qin Ruan and the Netherworld’s Underworld Envoys were busy for nearly half an hour before they could clean up all the Evil Puppets and use the Soul-locking Chain to capture those who were qualified for reincarnation.

The Soul-locking Chain was densely packed with one ghost after another. Their hollow eyes and tragic appearances of missing arms and legs made Qin Ruan uneasy at heart when she saw them.

The ethereal blue Hellfire around her hadn’t dissipated because she was still preventing Afeng and Min Zhenghao from capturing her face on camera.

The Underworld Envoy approached Qin Ruan, "Miss Qin, all undead souls have been captured."

With a smile on her lips, Qin Ruan looked at the envoys, releasing an aura of immense pressure, though her tone remained calm, "Thank you all for your hard work."

The ghastly faces of the Envoys lit up with surprise and gratitude as they hastily said, "It’s our duty."

Qin Ruan said to the Envoys, "Leave the rest to me, you may return now."

Twenty Underworld Envoys bowed deeply to her, pulling the Soul-locking Chain, which seemed to have no end in sight, and disappeared into the darkness with the puppets.

As they left, the rattling sounds of the chains got quieter and quieter until the once noisy floor became serene, and the dim light returned.

Heeding Min Zhenghao’s warning, Afeng no longer dared to film Qin Ruan. Even the camera lens had been covered with clothing by him.

Turning her head, Qin Ruan saw this scene, and her previously unhappy expression eased quite a bit.

She dissipated the dazzling Hellfire that wrapped around her and let out a sigh of relief, saying to Afeng and Min Zhenghao, "I had a lot of fun tonight, thanks for your cooperation. Till we meet again if fate allows it."

As she spoke, Qin Ruan walked toward the two men.

Just as she was about to pass by them, Min Zhenghao nervously asked, "Miss, are you really a Heavenly Master?"

Qin Ruan turned back, her eyes narrowing like a fox’s, and her gaze, brimming with coolness, swept over Min Zhenghao and Afeng.

Her expression was ambiguous between a smile and seriousness, "An angel? Thank you for the compliment, but sadly, angels are pure spiritual beings from the West, and I’m just an ordinary person."

Min Zhenghao quickly clarified, "No, I mean Heavenly Master, the one who captures puppets!"

Qin Ruan playfully tilted her head to one side, looking puzzled, "What’s that?"

Now somewhat speechless, Min Zhenghao asked with hopeful eyes, "Then what were you just doing?"

Qin Ruan lifted a corner of her mouth and laughed to herself, "I was just playing along with you. You had already prepared the scene, and I just wanted to join in. It felt interesting and fun."

Her laughter was filled with delight, like that of a child who had successfully pulled off a prank.

The muscles on Min Zhenghao’s tense face twitched, "Is that all?"

Still smiling, Qin Ruan replied, "What else?"

Afeng spoke up, "Then that puppet..."

Interrupting him, Qin Ruan’s pleasant voice took on a serious tone, "Are you adults yet?"

Afeng nodded, "Yes, we’re of age."

Qin Ruan’s lips curled with a touch of sarcasm, "You’re so grown-up, but why are your thoughts so immature? We’re people of the new era; we should believe in science and resist all superstitions and heresies."

Meng Jie and Afeng’s faces flushed with the embarrassment of being lectured.

This wasn’t even the point! Qin Ruan spoke of believing in science while she subdued the puppet with her bare hands. Was that science?

As they looked at each other, lost in their thoughts about life, Qin Ruan’s face revealed an inscrutable expression, and she lightly tapped on them.

She said with interest, "Though there might not be any puppets in this world, there are still plenty of bad people around. It’s getting late; you should head back soon, and so should I."

Waving casually at them, Qin Ruan turned and continued walking forward.

A cold wind swept through the desolate corridor, causing Min Zhenghao and Afeng to shiver. In that moment, they regained their senses, exchanged a glance, and hurried after Qin Ruan.

They caught up with her at the highest speed possible, following her as she went downstairs.

As they descended the stairs, Afeng, holding the camera equipment in his arms, stepped on something and let out a sharp scream, then tumbled down the stairs with his gear.

Hearing the commotion behind her, Qin Ruan shifted slightly to the side.

And then, the tumbling Afeng brushed past her leg as he fell.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Afeng’s screams continued as he landed on the ground floor, wailing incessantly.

Seeing what happened, Min Zhenghao was frozen in shock, his mind already haunted by the experience with the puppet and now Afeng’s wails, conjuring up numerous terrifying images.

Standing on the second-floor landing, he shakily directed the flashlight towards where Afeng had fallen on the ground floor.

With the phone’s light, he saw the camera that had fallen, its lens pointing straight at them.

Qin Ruan, still in a side-facing posture, raised her chin slightly as she looked up to the landing above, her profile becoming partially visible in the camera’s view.

However, that was enough to excite nearly a million viewers in the live stream, who had been waiting for her to reveal her face.

Her full forehead, the sharp lines of her lifted chin, her pretty and straight nose, and her three-dimensional features, though only showing a side profile, were enough to astonish everyone.

The live stream’s online audience was overwhelmed and unable to comment, resorting instead to frantically taking screenshots.

Someone even shared a video dedicated to capturing screenshots of Qin Ruan’s side profile.

Title: [Her side profile is killer! I’m slain!]

[That face is divine! Who could resist it? #SideProfileKill #Miss]

[Must-See: This defines ultimate profile beauty to die for!]

Several videos quietly surfaced on a short video app, yet to cause a sensation.

Qin Ruan inside the camera frame, had a chill in her heart, always feeling like she was being watched by someone.

She slowly turned her head, and Min Zhenghao saw, his face turning pale with shock as he yelled, "Don’t look back!"

He ran towards Qin Ruan like a madman, crying out in alarm, "The camera is right on you, there are nearly a million viewers in the live room!"

Qin Ruan’s face froze for a moment, then showed irritation and distress.

She furrowed her delicate brows, her face cold, and her aura dense and oppressive.

Min Zhenghao stood in front of her, seemingly calm on the surface, but actually nervous.

He knew Qin Ruan didn’t want to be on camera, but Afeng’s fall down the stairs was an unforeseen accident, and the camera catching her in frame was a fluke.

Feeling Qin Ruan’s piercing gaze, Min Zhenghao explained with a troubled face, "Well, your face wasn’t captured, just your profile, those people won’t recognize you."

Min Zhenghao conjured up the notion of a wealthy background for Qin Ruan through her mysterious abilities and the expensive car she drove, beyond the reach of ordinary folks like themselves.

And he knew well how some people from affluent families did not wish to be exposed on camera—now all he could do was offer his sincerest apologies.

Qin Ruan knew this wasn’t Min Zhenghao’s fault and said with a cold tone, "It’s nothing."

Afeng, who had fallen and was sprawled across the disheveled lobby below, aware that something had gone wrong, hurriedly reached for the camera to swiftly shut off the lens.

His head must have been in a fog earlier—he should have turned off the equipment immediately when on the upper floor, then this accident might have been avoided.

Afeng, sitting on the ground with little confidence in his voice, said weakly, "I turned the equipment off."

He was filled with restless anxiety, dreading Qin Ruan’s anger.

The world of the wealthy was beyond the comprehension of a small fry like him.

Min Zhenghao, who was shielding Qin Ruan, hearing this, immediately stepped aside, looking down with sympathy at Afeng, who looked feeble on the floor below.

Qin Ruan, brows knit, looked down condescendingly at Afeng, and asked in a clear, cold voice, "Why did you fall just now?"

Remembrance crossed Afeng’s face, "Seems like I stepped on something, it felt soft. Panic hit the bottom of my heart, and I missed my footing and rolled down the stairs."

Qin Ruan looked up again at the stairs above.

There was nothing there, just dust-covered floors and tattered fabrics, along with some small, fragmented bones.

She felt like she had forgotten something as her eyes surveyed the desolate interior of the dilapidated hospital.

Suddenly, a recollection struck her, and she asked Min Zhenghao beside her, "Did your other companion leave?"

Reminded by her, Min Zhenghao recalled their other teammate, Meng Jie.

He said uncertainly, "Not sure, he ran downstairs earlier, he should be outside, this place is too far from the city for him to have walked away."

Qin Ruan’s nostrils flared slightly, and she took a soft sniff.

Detecting a faint scent of blood in the air, she quickly walked downstairs, following the source of the blood scent.

Min Zhenghao went downstairs, helped Afeng up from the ground, "Are you okay?"

Afeng, supporting his right arm with his left hand, his face contorted in pain, said, "I think my arm is dislocated."

"Hold on for a bit, we’ll leave soon."

Min Zhenghao bent down to pick up the camera, and, supporting Afeng, followed in the direction Qin Ruan had departed.

Qin Ruan stood in a corner cluttered with decrepit tables and chairs, her gaze ominously fixed on that spot, "Who’s there? Come out!"

"Don’t! Don’t kill me, don’t eat me wuwuwu..."

A familiar wailing broke out, reaching the ears of both Afeng and Min Zhenghao.

"Meng Jie!"

The two of them shouted in unison.

Meng Jie, cowering under the tables and chairs, continued to wail, begging not to be eaten, not to be killed—his cries were so filled with hopelessness, panic, and pity that they were unbearable to hear.

Qin Ruan took light steps, slowly approaching.

A glint of gold flashed in her eyes as she saw Meng Jie crammed in the cramped space and a little girl in a dirty white dress across from him.

To call the latter a little puppet would be more accurate; she appeared to be only seven or eight years old.

Her pale face lacked hands and feet, and even her pretty doll-like cheeks were gashed by a blade, with flesh turned outward, looking quite terrifying.

Qin Ruan’s gaze grew intensely focused on the little girl’s clothing, her heart squeezing tight.

She spoke softly and soothingly, "Little girl, how about I take you out of here?"

The little girl’s ghastly face was expressionless. She gazed back at Qin Ruan with large, pitch-black eyes that didn’t blink.

That stare was chillingly horrifying; ordinary people would have been scared witless by now, but Qin Ruan felt no fear as she moved closer to the girl step by step.

She arrived at the pile of disorganized tables and chairs and, touching the leg of a chair that reached her waist, leaned over to extend her hand towards the little girl who faced Meng Jie from within.

"May I help you?"

The little girl recoiled fearfully, her eyes flashing a terrifying fierceness.

"Aaaaah!!!"

With her movement, Meng Jie screamed in terror on the other side.

That was when Qin Ruan made her move. Disregarding the dust on the tables and chairs, she reached out and grasped the little girl’s shoulders.

A deathly cold temperature traveled up her fingertips to her heart.