Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: You Satisfy Your Cravings, Regardless of My Fate

He was clearly noble and abstinent, like an unattainable flower, yet the words he spoke were tinged with seductiveness.

It made Qiao Xi involuntarily blush.

She retorted with a stern face, “No.”

“Then… how about we try artificial respiration again? This time, you teach me,” he said, looking at her.

“No.”

Qiao Xi shook her head.

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Huo Xingzhou watched her silently, making her feel uneasy.

“Mr. Huo, I’m going to wash up and rest now. Remember to go to sleep early,” she said, nearly fleeing in panic. But as she jumped down from the washstand, Huo Xingzhou caught her in one swift motion.

She fell right into his arms.

“That’s not fair,” he said with a smile, his frosty face drawing near, “you satisfy your craving and then ignore whether I live or die.”

“I didn’t.”

Qiao Xi denied.

“Then I won’t hold back,” he said, and then he kissed her swollen lips passionately. Slow and deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to deal with her.

Qiao Xi felt her mind slowing down, intoxicated by the faint scent of alcohol and the cool fragrance emanating from his body.

In the end,

Huo Xingzhou lowered his head and gently bit her lips, “Will the Little Divine Doctor take revenge on me? Will there be coptis in the medicine I drink tomorrow?”

“I won’t put it in.”

Qiao Xi repeatedly assured.

Finally, Huo Xingzhou released her and Qiao Xi regained her freedom, her legs were weak as she touched the ground.

“I’m going back to my room,” she said, her voice light and airy as she walked out awkwardly.

A light laugh escaped Huo Xingzhou’s lips as he looked down, and then he cursed softly to himself.

As husband and wife, they were too estranged.

As partners in a contract, they were not innocent.

This ambiguous veil hadn’t been pierced by anyone.

…

The next day.

Aunt Qian had prepared breakfast early in the morning and called out when she saw Qiao Xi descending the stairs, “Young Madam, come have breakfast.”

“Okay.”

Qiao Xi awkwardly adjusted the scarf wrapped around her neck.

Last night had been too intense.

It seemed like he was retaliating for the foolish thing she had done before.

“It’s getting warmer today, it’s hot outside. Why the scarf?” Aunt Qian asked curiously.

“I’m feeling a bit cold.”

Qiao Xi sat at the breakfast table, with Huo Xingzhou still not downstairs. She lowered her head and began to eat her portion of the breakfast.

Aunt Qian, seeing through but not pointing it out, said, “Thirty degrees, indeed a bit chilly.”

With the changing weather at the end of spring and the beginning of summer, one moment you wear a fur coat, and the next you’re baring your midriff.

After eating a few bites, Qiao Xi noticed a pile of express deliveries in the living room and asked, “Why are there so many parcels?”

“They’re all from the young master’s classmates and friends. Even though our second branch has fallen, we are after all still the Huo family,” Aunt Qian said while tidying up.

The unfamiliar express mail from those senders was set aside.

The parcels sent by the young master’s good friends were left for him to open himself.

“Let me help you.” Qiao Xi quickly finished eating and went over to assist Aunt Qian.

She picked up a beautifully packaged parcel, thinking that something with such a pretty exterior must be thoughtfully prepared.

Looking at the sender’s name, it came from overseas.

“Xu… Xingluo?” she read aloud.

The surname Xu? She had been quite ‘fated’ with that surname recently.

Upon hearing this, Aunt Qian’s expression changed.

She snatched the parcel from Qiao Xi’s hands and ran out of the house, “thump thump thump,” throwing it into the large trash bin outside the villa.

After returning and washing her hands, she looked at Qiao Xi and said, “Young Madam, our family has a clash with the Xu surname, we can’t keep their mail.”

“What if it’s something valuable? Shouldn’t we send it back the way it came?” Qiao Xi hesitated.

“No need. If it’s not someone important, I’ll take care of whatever they send.”

She wouldn’t even tell the young master.

“Oh.” Qiao Xi obediently responded.

Aunt Qian added, “Don’t mention this to the young master. It’ll just upset him.”

“I understand.”

After a while, when they finished sorting out the express deliveries, Huo Xingzhou finally emerged from the indoor elevator. He had changed into formal wear, with black suit cuffs adorned by a pair of sapphire-studded cufflinks. @@novelbin@@

Quite conspicuous.

Qiao Xi glanced at them and a smile lifted the corners of her mouth.

“Good morning, young master, you should hurry and have breakfast,” Aunt Qian said. “The old house called, said the old master wants you to make a trip over.”

“I got it.”

As Huo Xingzhou reached the dining table, Qiao Xi followed and poured him a glass of milk.

“Mr. Huo, last night I…”

“The Little Divine Doctor didn’t drink herself into oblivion?” he lifted his eyes and looked at her, “I thought you had forgotten again.”

Qiao Xi’s throat tightened, and she chose her words carefully, “Mr. Huo, you said last time that the release of dopamine is beyond one’s control. It’s just to satisfy a craving, I know.”

How could she demand artificial respiration from him? She had thought up many excuses after getting up this morning, resolving to be calm when facing him and not to be shy.

Seeing her pretending to be bold and indifferent, Huo Xingzhou almost laughed out of irritation.

He had indeed said something similar, but he didn’t expect this kind of reaction from her.

Suddenly, the man lost his appetite.

The phone on the side lit up, displaying a message. He frowned, opened it, and immediately deleted the conversation without even wanting to look at it.

Qiao Xi accidentally caught a glimpse of the avatar, an elegant white swan.

“Let’s go, we’re heading to the old house.”

His expression was no longer content but seemed somewhat irritable.

Old Chen, the driver, was already waiting outside. Qiao Xi didn’t say any more, silently following him.

The car stopped at the Huo family’s old residence.

Huo Xingzhou suddenly grabbed Qiao Xi’s hand and said, “What I have to do today may shock and appall. You can wait for me in the car.”

Qiao Xi looked at him and shook her head, “I’d like to accompany Mr. Huo.”

“Alright.”

In the Huo family’s main house, only Wang Fengxian was home, sneering at them with contempt written all over her face.

In the master bedroom, the old master was sitting on a rocking chair with his eyes closed for rest.

“Old master, the second young master has arrived,” the butler said as he pushed open the door, speaking softly.

“Mhm, let him come in.”

The old master’s voice was heavy and filled with the weight of the years.

Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou entered the room.

The old master was dressed in a traditional gown, reclining on the rocking chair. Seeing Qiao Xi, a clear look of disdain flickered in his eyes, “What is she doing here?”

“She is my wife; of course, she will follow me,” Huo Xingzhou said indifferently.

“You’ve degraded yourself,” the old master said coldly.

“What did you want to see me for today, Grandfather?” Huo Xingzhou’s eyes showed no admiration, only a cold edge.

The old master slowly stood up and walked over to Huo Xingzhou.

“Xingzhou, you were the grandson I was most proud of. But as fate has it, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” His voice, aged and deep, resonated.

“I’ve decided that at my seventieth birthday celebration, I will publicly declare that the main branch will inherit the Huo estate. I will give them my 30%, and you should also hand over that 5% you hold.”

He was going back on his word—as he had previously stated that 5% was meant for the second branch to share in the dividends.

“The Huo estate is full of minor shareholders, and aside from the newly joined Tianyuan Group which holds 20%, your cousin controls 35%, enough to secure the Huo estate. You should be magnanimous.”

Qiao Xi felt a surge of anger. So just for Huo Beiting to secure his position, Huo Xingzhou deserved to be sacrificed?

Huo Xingzhou silently watched him, as if a block of ice was swiftly descending in his chest, piercing through his internal organs and freezing his blood.

His peripheral vision swept over the “Share Transfer Agreement” that had long been prepared on the bedside, its stark white paper a mocking visage.

The human heart lies on the left, inherently biased!

He never should have, harbored any expectations!