Chapter 595: Qin Ruan's Complaint, Third Young Master's Hurt Ego
Chapter 595: Qin Ruan's Complaint, Third Young Master's Hurt Ego
Staring at Hou Yunjiao's handsome sleeping face, Qin Ruan suddenly said with determination, "If you wake up and don't explain, I won't forgive you."
Hou Yunjiao was in a deep sleep, his cold and beautiful face calm and relaxed, unable to respond to her.
Qin Ru lightly poked his nose with her fingertip.
She whispered in complaint, "I'm not joking, I'm serious. I will leave home with the child. I'm really angry this time."
If Hou Yunjiao were awake, she would never make such complaints.
They seemed close on the surface, but there was an invisible gap between them.
Qin Ruan couldn't find the right words to describe it; she just felt that something was missing in their daily interactions.
But it didn't affect their daily life together, and that was enough.
"Knock, knock—"
A faint knocking sound came from the door.
Qin Ruan got up and pulled the blanket for Third Master.
Her hand, which had been placed outside the thin blanket, tucked back under the covers.
It was this casual action that made her touch something she shouldn't have touched.
She thought Hou Yunjiao was lying flat, but unexpectedly, he was slightly tilted under the thin blanket.
And so, she had another close encounter with the culprit responsible for her ten-month pregnancy, whom she had briefly met at the Emperial palace Hotel.
Her face flushed red.
She quickly withdrew her hand, and images of that embarrassing moment flooded her mind.
The memory of her fingertip's touch lingered.
She could even imagine what the culprit looked like.
Qin Ruan's eyes widened in panic as she stared at Hou Yunjiao's delicate features.
This gentle and elegant face seemed completely harmless.
She couldn't connect the memory of her fingertip with the refined face of Hou Yunjiao at all.
It just didn't match up.
This was way beyond imagination.
"Knock, knock—"
The knocking sound came again.
Qin Ruan subconsciously licked her lips and rubbed her face with her hand.
She didn't feel too hot, so she adjusted her emotions and walked calmly to the door.
Outside the door stood Hou Chuan.
He spoke to Qin Ruan in a low voice, "Madam, Second Young Master is here, downstairs."
Qin Ruan looked thoughtful and asked, "Why didn't brother Rong come up?"
She guessed that Hou Yirong must be here to see Hou Yunjiao.
Hou Chuan replied, "Second Young Master said he didn't want to disturb Master's rest, so he came to find you."
Qin Ruan nodded in response, and she walked out of the bedroom, gently closing the door.
Leaving behind the awkwardness in the room.
Qin Ruan and Hou Chuan walked down the stairs one after another.
Inside the bedroom.
The moment the door was closed, Hou Yunjiao slowly opened his eyes.
He woke up before Qin Ruan entered the room.
The memory of what happened before he fainted rushed back to his mind.
Before losing consciousness, he seemed to have seen a blurry figure.
The figure was enveloped in dense black mist and dressed in an ancient black robe.
Before he could see the person's face clearly, his body couldn't bear it and collapsed.
The only thing he remembered vividly was a tiny red mole on the person's nose, clearly visible.
Hou Yunjiao lay on the bed with his hand curled up under the blanket.
His hand still carried the warmth from Qin Ruan's touch.
He couldn't help but feel a flutter of emotions when he recalled the touch of that embarrassing place.
That girl was indeed careless, and she was really trying to kill him.
Hou Yunjiao sighed lightly, his already pale face showing a touch of frustration.
He was in a very bad mood, with an indescribable sense of distress.
This was something he, as a man, couldn't do anything about.
Maintaining the relationship between husband and wife was most important in fulfilling physical needs.
Now lying in bed like this, he was hurt and frustrated by what happened just now.
Qin Ru had no idea that Hou Yunjiao's ego had been hurt.
She saw Hou Yirong looking solemn downstairs.
The first thing he said to her was, "Younger Sister, Nangong Chang is dead."
Qin Ruan didn't show any surprise; she had already predicted that Nangong Chang wouldn't make it.
Seeing Hou Yirong's serious expression, she knew that it wasn't just because of Nangong Chang's death.
Sure enough, what he said next surprised her.
Hou Yirong's face was gloomy, and he spoke in a low voice, "Before Su Jingshu gave birth to Nangong Chang's child, the child passed away today, and the child will be buried with Nangong Chang."
Qin Ruan blurted out, "Did Su Jingshu kill the child?!"
She couldn't believe that Su Jing Shu could be so heartless.
Hou Yirong shook his head, uncertain, and said, "It shouldn't be her doing."
Qin Ruan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and she asked, "Then was the child buried alive?"
"No, the child was already dead," Hou Yirong said with a trace of regret on his face.
Before Qin Ruan could speak, he explained everything he knew, "Su Jingshu broke off the engagement with Hou Family because of this child. At that time, the child was only three or four months old.
The child was taken out of Su Jing Shu's belly, and surviving was already a miracle. He was raised in Su's medical institution with the most sophisticated equipment. Now he's full-term, and as long as he grows a little more, he can be taken out of the incubator.
But last night, he stopped breathing at the same time as Nangong Chang passed away."
Qin Ruan's face was full of sorrow, and she rubbed her fingertips, analyzing, "Then it's not Su Jing Shu's fault."
Hou Yirong looked skeptical, "Are you sure?"
He couldn't tolerate having the blood of an innocent child on his hands.
Qin Ruan's lips curved up, and her gentle voice carried convincing power, "The Nangong family's fate has come to an end. The child wasn't supposed to be in this world. He survived for a few more months in this world thanks to Su Jingshu's blessings."
Hou Yirong, hearing her words, finally believed her.
His tense body relaxed, and he leaned back on the sofa.
He murmured, "The child is innocent."
He could torture traitors to death without blinking an eye and harvest the lives of those who posed a threat to the Huo family without hesitation.
But he couldn't stand the idea of taking an innocent life.
The words of Qin Ruan lifted the heavy stone from his heart.
Hou Yirong, who had survived a disaster, felt more relaxed in his demeanor.
His voice returned to calm as he asked Qin Ru, who was sitting beside him, "How is Third Brother? Is he getting any better?"
***Guess I am sorry for not updating for couple of days, I truly needs your patience as am facing troubles right now. I promise to make up for those chapters that I failed for published
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