Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!-Chapter 52 - Who exactly was that woman that night

52: Chapter 52: Who exactly was that woman that night?

52 -52: Who exactly was that woman that night?

In the video, Han Kexin walked out of the room, her hands clenched tightly into fists as she subtly glanced at the room next door.

The movement was so minute you wouldn’t notice it unless you looked closely.

Huo Yirong took all of this in.

He also noticed that Han Kexin’s posture as she left the room was not out of the ordinary.

Huo Yirong knew all too well how extraordinarily demanding his third cousin, the ascetic, could be.

Even if Han Kexin had seen through countless people, Huo Yunjiao was inexperienced, his merits obvious.

After spending three hours in the room, Han Kexin must have suffered, it wasn’t possible for her to not show any signs of it.

It was revealed online that Han Kexin was alone with another man that night, so why would she appear in the third cousin’s room?

If it wasn’t Han Kexin, then who was the woman who had relations with Huo Yunjiao?

What exactly was the purpose of all this?

The Imperial Court Hotel belonged to the Su Family, but what role did they play in all this?

The corner of Huo Yirong’s lips tightened, his gaze turned solemn, and an oppressive feeling permeated the study all of a sudden.

Well, how nice!

Really nice!

In all these years, nobody has dared to scheme against the Huo Family.

They must’ve really eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard.

“Knock, knock——”

The study door was knocked.

“Come in.” Huo Yirong didn’t lift his head to look, and spoke with a cold voice.

The study door was opened from the outside, and Rong Jing was pushed in, accompanied by two burly men in black.

At the moment, Rong Jing was utterly bewildered, and there was an obvious scared and uneasy look on his face.

Just an hour earlier, he had been explaining to people in a nightclub that the woman whom he had been with at the Imperial Court Hotel that night had definitely not been Han Kexin.

The girl he chose that night had a figure far superior to Han Kexin.

He had had a great time.

Even though he had quite a lot to drink, he definitely could not have made such a mistake.

As to why the photos and videos online were of Han Kexin, he had some guesses.

With today’s advanced technology, Photoshop and editing technique were quite powerful.

Han Kexin may have offended someone and was set up as a result.

Rong Jing did not directly say this.

Everyone present was a smart person, who could obviously guess the crux of the problem.

Just then, a group of men in black burst into the room, grabbed him without saying anything, and took them out of the nightclub.

Along the way, he did attempt to resist, but he couldn’t compete with them in terms of combat power, and he was carried and thrown into the car.

Then, he was brought to this solemn, majestic ancient mansion.

As soon as he saw the words “Huo Mansion”, Rong Jing’s heart trembled with fear, his courage almost breaking and his legs turning to jelly.

In a certain area of East City in Capital City, lay an ancient and magnificent mansion that covered tens of thousands of square meters.

It even trumped the presidential residence in terms of area.

Except for the Huo Family, who led the four great families, who would dare to challenge those in power?

Even though Rong Jing had never been to the Huo Mansion, he had heard of the place.

But he never dreamed of setting foot in this mansion, a symbol of power and wealth.

Rong Jing was pushed stumbling into the room.

He had no will left to resist, and his heart thumped wildly in fear.

The handsome face of Rong Jing, now pale with fear, his surprised and frightened eyes, every expression was seen clearly by Huo Yirong.

The corner of his mouth curled up in a mild arc, giving an illusion of peace: “So you are Rong Jing.”

It was a statement; he had obviously confirmed his identity.

Rong Jing followed the sound to look at the man sitting in the half-light behind the desk, only half of his handsome face visible.

The man was dressed in night robes, all over with a languid air about him, looking harmless.

However, the terrifying and overwhelming aura emanating from the man, and his inherent elegance and nobility, hit Rong Jing so hard that he couldn’t help but breathe lighter.