MHMWTTSBATUAS 392: Slowly Bowed, Pecking at the Corner of His Eye
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Donald adjusted his posture and bowed to Marina and her people. "Mother, I will return as soon as possible. How can the battle between the Lazarus vampire Clan and the Ron Family proceed without my presence?"
In just a few sentences, they all needed such exaggerated ceremony.
Qin Ruan watched with great curiosity, causing Hou Yunjiao to overlook several times the herbal soup he brought to her lips.
Being ignored once again, Hou Yunjiao tone was filled with helplessness. "Ruan Ruan?"
Qin Ruan snapped back to attention and drank the soup that he had brought to her lips.
After the conversation between Tang Nada and his mother, Marina left the Hou residence with her people.
Tang Nada and Nicholas stayed behind to see her off.
After seeing Marina off and her departure, they did not return to Hou Yunjiao's small building. Instead, they were led by Hou Chuan to another guest area to settle down.
In the hall.
Qin Ruan finished drinking the herbal soup, and Hou Yunjiao glanced at the time, saying, "Go upstairs and rest for a while. Your complexion doesn't look good."
"Really?" Qin Ruan touched her face.
Hou Yunjiao reached out and touched her face, his expression serious. "Someone will come to examine you this afternoon. I'm a bit worried."
He lowered his gaze and looked at Qin Ruan's abdomen, whispering, "There was movement in your belly just now."
"Really?" Qin Ruan's eyes lit up, thinking it was fetal movement. "Is the baby really moving?"
Hou Yunjiao eyes revealed a hint of helplessness, his tone gentle yet resigned. "Little girl, you're not even three months pregnant yet, so normally there wouldn't be any fetal movement. We need to be cautious in all aspects. Someone will come this afternoon to examine you. Shall we do it at home?"
When it came to the child, Qin Ruan wouldn't refuse. She smiled and agreed, "That's fine. I have no objections."
Hou Yunjiao supported Qin Ruan's waist and led her upstairs. "Go upstairs and rest, take a nap. They'll be here when you wake up."
"Mm." Qin Ruan went back to her room and lay down on the bed, watching Hou Yunjiao leave the room.
She didn't ask him where he was going. There were some things that needed to be clearly defined. Whether it was dependence or trust, they were destined to spend their lives together, and there was plenty of time to adapt.
Giving each other the necessary space was the most basic rule of survival.
Before going to sleep, Qin Ruan picked up her phone and found that all the hot searches about Li Manning had been removed from the internet.
The search results only showed her participation in events and promotions for her film and television works, as well as news of her passing due to a serious illness.
As for her father's death and the consecutive accidents involving the studio staff, none of these news could be found.
Clearly, someone was suppressing the information and had taken down those chaotic and sensational hot searches.
Qin Ruan furrowed her brows and opened the WeChat group. The topic had already been discussed there.
Through the chat records, Qin Ruan learned about the major traffic accident that occurred to the members of the Li Manning Studio on their way to pay tribute to her. Initially, the accident resulted in the death of six people and severe injuries to three members.
Just recently, the hot search exploded again when those three severely injured members, shortly after arriving at the hospital, were pronounced dead by the doctors.
This news caused a great stir.
As netizens spread the news, it became increasingly eerie. Just when the situation was about to spiral out of control, all the supernatural and chaotic content related to Li Manning was completely cleaned up.
Qin Ruan put down her phone and furrowed her brows, lost in thought.
What does Li Manning really want?
So many people have died because of her. Isn't she afraid that their souls will enter the underworld and face punishment?
Eleven lives, almost completing the eighteen levels of hell.
Qin Ruan closed her eyes and fell into a puzzled sleep.
...
Downstairs.
Hou Yunjiao stood in front of the crystal coffin in the display hall.
Qin Ruan was very interested in it. Before the Lazarus Clan left, Hou Yunjiao asked them to leave the crystal coffin behind.
To be honest, it wasn't just Qin Ruan who was interested in the crystal coffin; Hou Yunjiao also felt a sense of familiarity with it.
He touched the patterns on the crystal coffin and asked the person beside him, "Hou Chuan, have you seen this crystal coffin before?"
Huo Chuan shook his head. "No, this is the first time I've seen it."
Hou Yunjiao voice carried a hint of doubt. "Have you seen anything similar?"
The more he looked at it, the more familiar the crystal coffin seemed to him, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
Hou Chuan thought for a moment and replied, "There's one in a museum exhibition hall in the capital city, but it's quite different from the Lazarus Clan's crystal coffin."
Hou Yunjiao knew the crystal coffin he was referring to, and the two couldn't be compared.
He slowly withdrew his hand, rubbed his fingertips, and said in a deep voice, "Move it to the basement."
Huo Chuan gestured to his subordinates around him, and a group of people quickly moved the crystal coffin to the basement.
...
Qin Ruan woke up in the afternoon, and Hou Yunjiao was sitting by her side.
At this moment, his eyes were lowered, his slender fingers were sliding on the tablet screen, and an elegant and noble charm exuded from his whole body.
Hou Yunjiao didn't notice that Qin Ruan had woken up. He stared at the tablet, seemingly displeased with what he was reading. His beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his perfect thin lips pursed.
Even in his state of displeasure, the slightly pursed lips seemed to reveal a distant smile to others.
In Qin Ruan's impression, Hou Yunjiao was mostly gentle, poised, and elegant.
He appeared humble and polite to everyone, creating a sense of distance only when someone truly interacted with him.
Hou Yunjiao body slightly relaxed, leaning against the head of the bed. With beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a stylish and slightly straight nose, and a cool and thin curve drawn by the corner of his sexy lips, he clearly reflected in Qin Ruan's eyes.
In this elegant and noble Hou Yunjiao, full of magnificence and dignity, he inexplicably imprinted himself in her eyes and heart.
This person is familiar to the extent that she feels at ease just by looking at him, as if they had known each other in a previous life.
Qin Ruan touched the pillow and let out a soft sigh in her heart.
Why did she have to encounter such a stunningly handsome man? Every time she wakes up, she sees this perfect face. When will she develop immunity?
Even with Qin Ruan's unintentional movement, it caught Hou Yunjiao attention.
He lowered his gaze and saw that Qin Ruan had already opened her eyes. Her half-opened eyes carried a hint of bewitching radiance, and she exuded an elusive charm.
Her normally pale lips slightly pursed, as if she encountered something that troubled her.
Hou Yunjiao knew that she had been awake for a while.
His handsome face softened, and his well-defined fingers reached towards Qin Ruan's delicate chin, gently caressing it.
"When did you wake up? Why didn't I hear any sound?"
Qin Ruan closed her eyes and lazily replied, "Just woke up, still feeling a bit groggy."
She didn't push away Hou Yunjiao hand gently stroking her chin. Her whole body was lazy like a cat, curled up, as if feeling insecure.
Hou Yunjiao glanced at her curled-up body, his gaze slightly darkened, and a fleeting flash of brilliance appeared in his eyes.
He softly inquired, "Did you have a nightmare?"
Qin Ruan closed her eyes to rest, sounding weakly, "No."
That was quite a perfunctory answer.
Hearing her response, Lord San merely smiled faintly.
He placed his hand under Qin Ruan's chin and occasionally rubbed it with a comforting touch, slowly moving upward. His fingertip gently stroked the corner of her eye.
If Qin Ruan didn't want to talk about it, he would no longer ask.
Huo Yunjiao lowered his head and planted a gentle kiss at the corner of the young girl's eye.
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