Chapter 103 – The Ancient Yandere’s Doll

The Ancient Yandere’s Doll (3)

Only after Murong Jin left the alley carrying the doll did Zhou Yuran finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In this life, she finally didn’t have to be imprisoned by that pervert!

…

Murong Jin carried the doll all the way back to his room. Everyone who passed by him would glance at the doll.

He didn’t like these people looking at his doll.

Because it made him want to gouge out their eyes…

Xu Xinghe couldn’t move at the moment, but her eyes could see the outside world.

The man holding her looked young. In every movement and gesture, he carried an innate nobility. The corners of his eyes were slightly red, naturally upturned, with a hint of rebelliousness between his brows.

He wore a crimson robe, as bright as blood. He sat on the couch holding her with an unruly air, quietly staring at her with those eyes.

System: [Xing Xing, he is Murong Jin.]

Xu Xinghe: [He is extremely good-looking.]

The system nodded repeatedly upon hearing this. [Of course, personally picked by this system.]

Xu Xinghe smiled softly in the space as she stroked Yao Yao’s head.

Outside, Murong Jin leaned lazily against the cushion, playing with the doll. Her soft golden hair slipped through his fingers.

Murong Jin felt like he was going mad. Whenever he was caught by those light golden eyes, his heart would race beyond his control.

But he quickly got over it. He was already a madman, wasn’t he?

His long, slender, well-defined fingers gradually moved to the doll’s eyes. A hint of regret arose in his heart.

It was a pity the doll wasn’t alive. Her eyes couldn’t move.

But perhaps that was for the best. That way, the doll’s eyes would forever see only him.

Just thinking about it made Murong Jin excited.

Just as he was about to continue playing with the doll, a knock at the door interrupted him.

Murong Jin’s dark eyes turned toward the door. A servant’s voice sounded from outside.

“Young Master Jin, the master requests your presence in the study.”

Murong Jin began to recall what he had done recently. What did that old man want with him now?

“Alright,” Murong Jin replied impatiently.

He didn’t want to be separated from the doll at all. He even considered bringing her along.

But the moment the thought arose, he dismissed it. If that old man saw her, it would surely lead to another lecture.

He placed the doll on the couch slowly and reluctantly. Before leaving, he patted her little head.

“Be good and wait for me to come back, doll.” After saying this, Murong Jin himself froze. Had he already started treating the doll like a real person?

Before leaving the room, Murong Jin checked the doors and windows to make sure everything was secure. Only then did he head toward the study.

Murong Feng sat with a worried expression, staring at a table full of portrait scrolls. He decided to throw this problem back to his son.

Hearing the knock at the door, Murong Feng immediately called out loudly, “Come in.”

Murong Jin walked in and stood in silence, just staring at his father, waiting for him to say why he had been summoned.

Murong Feng became irritated just looking at him. “When you see your father, you don’t even greet him properly. Have all your manners gone to the dogs?”

Murong Jin wasn’t afraid. He knew his father’s nature all too well. “What do you want with me?” He frowned at the portraits on the table, a bad feeling rising in his chest.

Sure enough, the next moment—

“Your mother had people send over these portraits of respectable young ladies. See if any catch your eye?” Murong Feng said with a headache as he looked at the table covered in portraits.

“You’re eighteen this year. Your younger cousin’s child has already been born. It’s time you started looking too.” Murong Feng rubbed his chin and tried to persuade him.

This son of his had never had a woman by his side all these years, nor had he ever mentioned having feelings for any young lady.

This led him and his wife to discuss it all night. In the end, they came to a shocking conclusion.

Could it be that their son preferred men?