Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!-Chapter 53 - Huo Er Ye is Angry Shut Up!

53: Chapter 53 Huo Er Ye is Angry: Shut Up!

53 -53 Huo Er Ye is Angry: Shut Up!

Rong Jing swallowed, “Yes, I am Rong Jing.

Who might you be, sir?”

“Huo Yirong.”

Mr.

Huo introduced himself with a smile, his tone affable, and his attitude friendly.

However, that was merely a facade.

His eyes were firmly fixed on Rong Jing, and the smile on his face was cold, void of any warmth.

If Rong Jing had been just a bit bolder and met his eyes, he would know the fear-inducing aura radiating from the depths of this man’s gaze.

Rong Jing hangs his head, giving a slight nod in response to the man’s words almost subconsciously.

He was still murmuring the name in his mind.

Huo Yirong, Huo, Yirong!

Suddenly, Rong Jing wide-eyed in terror, locked eyes with Huo Yirong.

There was an inexplicable coldness in the man’s eyes, likely a byproduct of his habit of looking at others from a position of power, even a casual glance carried an intimidating majesty.

“M-Mr.

Huo?” Rong Jing was stammering, struggling to articulate his words.

He was terrified out of his wits!

Huo Yirong, the leader of the Huo Family’s HEA Group.

Rumored for his deep thoughts, ruthless tactics, and cruel brutality, he was a difficult man to deal with, yet a figure admired by many young aristocrats in Capital City.

Even for someone on the periphery like Rong Jing, he had heard of Mr.

Huo’s great reputation.

As Rong Jing met the man’s icy gaze, he felt a shiver pierce his heart.

The rumors did not exaggerate in describing him.

Huo Yirong frowned, coldly looking at Rong Jing in front of him who was too scared out of his wits, his expression turned contemplative.

He reached out, adjusting the direction of the ultra-thin laptop on the table.

The screen was still paused on Han Kexin’s image.

Mr.

Huo, not wanting to mince words, went straight to the point, “Did you sleep with this woman that night at the Imperial Court Hotel?”

His fingers, as slender as bamboo joints, gently pointed at the woman on the screen.

beads of sweat trickled down Rong Jing’s forehead, falling onto the precious carpet in the study.

Seeing Han Kexin in the video, he was in shock, he stammered in a horrified tone, “No, I didn’t…

With Han Kexin, how could I possibly…?”

He recounted in detail about the reception dinner that night, spending money on a woman for a night of fun.

He even talked about the duration and approximate positions of that day.

He was just short of writing a reflection essay to confirm his innocence regarding Han Kexin.

Looking at the dumbfounded boy in front of him who was still going on and on, Huo Yirong rolled his eyes angrily and inelegantly.

“Shut up!”

Fed up beyond endurance, Mr.

Huo finally exploded in anger.

Who cares about his endless random nonsense!

Rong Jing jumped in fright, and instantly closed his mouth.

Huo Yirong leaned back in his chair, his aura composed.

His deep, black eyes stared at Rong Jing, making him shudder with cold.

Rong Jing was both scared and anxious; under Mr.

Huo’s gaze, he felt as if he could dig a hole in the carpeted floor just by curling his toes.

Just as he was on the brink of collapsing under the stress, Mr.

Huo finally had mercy and spoke.

“That night, was there anything strange about Han Kexin?

Think carefully, and only answer when you’re sure.”

Ignoring the pressure from Mr.

Huo’s gaze, Rong Jing thought back to the reception dinner that night.

A look of recollection appeared on his face, “Han Kexin seemed quite normal.

When the dinner was almost over, her sister, the illegitimate daughter of the Qin family, came.

It seemed she came to ask Han Kexin for something.”

“The girl looked pretty nice, people refused to let her go and started to heckle, insisting she have a drink.

Who knew her alcohol tolerance was virtually nonexistent, she passed out after one drink.”

“I have never seen someone pass out after just one drink in my whole life; her speed was unparalleled.

She barely had a minute to recuperate after swallowing the alcohol, then flat-out fell down…”