Chapter 447: Dancing in a Minefield

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Seeing Huo Yichen like this, Huo Xiuyuan felt so comfortable that he wanted to laugh.

“You can be arrogant all you want. You’re no different from me.” Huo Xiuyuan sneered.

He looked at Huo Yichen with disdain, especially when he saw the other party’s wounds. He felt even better.

Huo Xiuyuan seemed to have seized the opportunity to mock him. “Huo Hong hates disobedience the most.”

“Do you think he’ll let Murong Qiao marry me?”

He asked deliberately. When he saw the bright and angry flames burning in Huo Yichen’s gloomy eyes, he chuckled.

Huo Xiuyuan was good at reading people’s expressions and moods. At this moment, he was stepping on Huo Xiuyuan’s sore points accurately.

“Don’t be so angry.” He added recklessly, “It’s just a political marriage.”

“If it really doesn’t work, I can give her to you after I’ve played with her, right? You like her so much, you shouldn’t mind, right?”

Huo Xiuyuan had a stomach full of words, but when he said the next sentence, there was no movement.

Then, there was a cry of pain. Huo Xiuyuan had been punched in the face, and one of his eyes was immediately filled with blood.

The speed was so fast that Huo Xiuyuan was caught off guard.

“Do you believe that I can kill you right now?” Huo Yichen whispered to him.

He retracted his fist and glanced at the blood on his knuckles. Then, he wiped away the redness in disgust. Together with the owner of the blood, he frowned without a single line of wrinkles on his forehead. His expressionless face was a little inorganic and terrifyingly cold.

Huo Xiuyuan covered his nose and felt the warmth in his palm. He slowly took two steps back and distanced himself from Huo Yichen. He looked at him in fear, afraid that he would attack him again.

“You’re crazy! Huo Hong is at home!” Huo Xiuyuan pretended to a.s.sume the strength of the tiger behind him.

In fact, if not for the fact that Huo Hong was at home now, Huo Xiuyuan would not have dared to bare his fangs and brandish his claws in front of Huo Yichen.

Huo Yichen smiled indifferently. “So what if he heard it? Do you think he’ll side with you?”

His obvious threat made Huo Xiuyuan mute for a moment before his expression became angry.

Both of them knew very well that with Huo Hong’s current judgment, if there was really a conflict between the two of them, Huo Yichen would definitely be chosen.

Moreover, they were in the front hall and there was still a distance from Huo Hong’s bedroom, so Huo Yichen didn’t feel burdened at all.

Huo Yichen took two steps forward and sneered when he saw Huo Xiuyuan retreating in panic but leaning against the wall.

At this moment, Huo Xiuyuan suddenly had the courage to add on fearlessly.

“You’re just trying to be brave at this time. When I get married to Murong Qiao in a few days, you probably won’t even dare to attend the wedding!”

The fuse was lit. As soon as the words left his mouth, Huo Xiuyuan regretted it.

Killing intent poured out unscrupulously and pressed down on him, making Huo Xiuyuan almost unable to breathe. His back was covered in cold sweat. He wanted to escape, but he couldn’t move.

“Your mouth is really unlikable, Huo Xiuyuan.” Huo Yichen approached him step by step.

He had never felt that Huo Xiuyuan was really his match. However, the other party always picked on Murong Qiao to speak, making Huo Yichen, who never liked to fight, clench his fists to punch the other party’s face.

The corners of Huo Yichen’s mouth twitched as he closed the distance between him and Huo Xiuyuan.

“You—”

There was a dull thud.

Huo Xiuyuan’s words were blocked by the smashed fruits.

Before he could finish speaking, Huo Yichen picked him up and pressed him into the fruit plate beside him. It ended in a sorry state, making him look even more ridiculous.

Those were the decorations for the banquet. They had yet to be removed, but Huo Xiuyuan had “enjoyed” them.

The purplish-red flesh was stuck to his face, making him look disgusting.

Huo Yichen rolled up the sleeve on his wrist. His handsome and cold face was filled with impatience, and his movements became irritable.

Her lips were clearly curled up, and her eyes were filled with smiles, but they were filled with coldness and iciness for no reason.

Huo Xiuyuan couldn’t help but raise his voice. “Are you crazy?!”

“Maybe,” Huo Yichen replied casually.

His movements were also slow. When he pressed Huo Xiuyuan’s head, he was even in the mood to tidy up the fruits that almost rolled down beside him.

“The three words Murong Qiao’ came out of your mouth. Even if it’s just one word—’¹

Huo Yichen was as calm as if he was explaining that the sky was a sunny day.

However, these words made Huo Xiuyuan’s hair stand on ends. He even felt as if a cold knife was pressed against his neck. He was just short of cutting off his head.

The sound of footsteps approached from not far away.

It swayed in front of Huo Xiuyuan like a straw to clutch at, making him heave a sigh of relief.

“Young Masters, it’s time to sleep.” It was the butler.

It was also because of the appearance of the third person that Huo Yichen let go of Huo Xiuyuan and allowed him to stand up successfully.

He couldn’t care less about how disheveled he looked now. He only felt that the butler had arrived at the right time.

This was because he really felt that Huo Yichen’s words were so serious that he could kill him immediately.

The butler ignored the strange situation in front of him. “Young Masters, it’s time to sleep.”

He repeated again.

These words were not only a reminder, but also a warning.

In the Huo Family, the butler was also Huo Hong’s spy. If he repeated it a second time, it would be a threat.

Huo Xiuyuan glanced at the butler fearfully. In the end, he turned around and left without saying anything.

No matter how one looked at his fleeing back, he looked like a stray dog.

Only Huo Yichen and the butler remained. He also returned to his room.

“I’ll be in charge of guarding you during this period of house arrest,” the butler reported truthfully.

As one of Huo Hong’s most trusted people, the heavy responsibility of guarding Huo Yichen fell on the butler.

The main reason was that Huo Hong planned to go to the company to take a look at the situation during this period of time. He was ultimately too busy.

Huo Yichen wiped the dried blood from his forehead. “I understand.”

Her cell phone suddenly vibrated.

[Murong Qiao: I’m home. Do you want to call?]

“That’s good too. I can rest for a while.” Huo Yichen even smiled.

He waved his hand, indicating for the butler to leave. “We’ll talk about the rest tomorrow. I still have something on.”

“I’ll leave the medicine box here for you.” The butler followed his instructions and left.

Huo Yichen glanced at the medicine box and replied to Murong Qiao’s message. Then, he saw a video call from the other party.

He subconsciously switched to a voice message.

It was not good for Murong Qiao to see the wound on his face. He had yet to clean it up, and the bleeding on his face looked a little scary.

Murong Qiao had always been sharp. “Ah Chen? Why didn’t you take the video call?”

When she called, she didn’t think too much about it. It was obvious that she felt that something was wrong after switching to the voice message.

“It’s not convenient,” Huo Yichen said vaguely.

He had never lied to Murong Qiao, and the many excuses only turned into this sentence.

Huo Yichen picked out a small piece of alcohol cotton and pressed it against the wound. He felt an instant of stinging pain, but his expression and tone didn’t fluctuate. It was as if he was not the injured person.

However, his hair was a little difficult to deal with. It was stuck together by the blood flowing out of his forehead. The smell of blood lingered at the tip of his nose from time to time, making Huo Yichen want to take a shower.

Murong Qiao felt that something was wrong. She listened to Huo Yichen’s silence for a long time.

She seemed to hear a little, almost inaudible rubbing sound from the other end of the phone.

“You… aren’t changing your clothes, are you?” This possibility appeared in her mind.

Thinking of that scene, Murong Qiao’s nose heated up..