Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 60: Chapter 60: Passionate Kiss Photo, Hard to Part
 

On the other side, Qiao Xi changed out of her surgical gown and was called to Dr. Yan’s office.

“Dr. Yan.”

She knocked on the door and walked in.

“Xiaoqiao, take a seat,” Dr. Yan had always been serious but was patient with her, “I’ve heard about the incident in the obstetrics and gynecology department. Your skills had been underestimated before.”

“Those were just basic symptoms,” Qiao Xi said modestly.

“Clinical practice tests a doctor’s psychological resilience; you have steadiness and enough calm,” Yan Shi’an had a high opinion of her, “Xiaoqiao, I hope you can get up to speed quickly.”

Qiao Xi hesitated, “But I haven’t obtained my medical license yet.”

“As long as the supervisory physician is guiding you, it’s not considered a violation. I’ll be looking out for you; there won’t be any problems,” Yan Shi’an wanted her to gain more experience, to be able to handle things on her own.

“Thank you!”

Qiao Xi understood that he wanted to nurture her.

“You’re welcome, I hope to see more good doctors. Now go on with your tasks.”

“Okay.”

Qiao Xi left the office filled with joy.

She worked with renewed vigor the rest of the afternoon.

However, as her shift was almost over, she saw someone at the hospital entrance she did not wish to see. She turned, intending to leave through the back door.

The woman was carrying gifts of various sizes, running while calling out, “Xixi.”

Feeling stifled, Qiao Xi stopped and turned back, looking at her coldly, “What are you doing here?”

“I went to the Huo Family to find you, and Aunt Qian said you were at work. So, I waited outside the hospital all day, didn’t want to disturb you,” Zhao Yuzhen said softly.

“What do you want from me?”

“I’m your mother, what trouble could a mother have finding her daughter?” Zhao Yuzhen looked at her tenderly, “I heard from your grandmother that you love apples the most, so I picked out a box of sugared hearts for you.”

Her soft and gentle voice offered the box of apples to Qiao Xi.

The niceness made Qiao Xi feel a bit confused, yet it also seemed laughable.

“I don’t love apples,” Qiao Xi looked at her seriously and said, “It’s because apples were cheap, we couldn’t afford the expensive fruits when I was a child.”

Zhao Yuzhen’s face turned white and then flushed, she said, “Your mother knows her mistake, I’ll make it up to you from now on.”

“You brought me back from the countryside, saying you would make it up to me. But it ended up being about substituting Su Weiwei’s wedding,” Qiao Xi said calmly, though she still harbored grievances.

Zhao Yuzhen, feeling unappreciated, bit back her words, “Huo Xingzhou is the president of Tianyuan, what a streak of good luck for you. It was all a mix-up that led you to marry such a good husband.”

“Do you want this stroke of luck?”

Qiao Xi said with a clear, cold gaze and a tone so steady it carried no warmth, “Do I need to remind you of what you said at the banquet last night?”

“Xixi…”

“You’re here because of Huo Xingzhou, right? When you see an advantage, you pounce,” said Qiao Xi, who suddenly felt very sad, “Give up that thought.”

“Xixi!”

Qiao Xi paid no heed to her and walked away quickly.

“Xixi! Wait for me! Ouch…” Zhao Yuzhen twisted her ankle and fell to the ground.

Qiao Xi hesitated for a moment but ultimately hardened her heart and kept walking.

“Qiao Xi! You would have died a long time ago without me! I have done you a great favor, you have no idea what happened back then…” Zhao Yuzhen yelled desperately.

Qiao Xi’s eyes stung with tears, and a car stopped in front of her.

The car window was half-open.

A man’s stern face appeared, “Qiao Xi, get in.”

“Oh.”

Qiao Xi opened the door and sat next to him.

It took a while for her emotions to settle.

“Mr. Huo, haven’t you been very busy lately? How come you have time to pick me up after work?” Qiao Xi turned to ask.

Huo Xingzhou said, “Zhuo Feng has escaped, and with his petty nature, he will certainly seek a chance for revenge. Qiao Xi, I’m a bit worried about you.”

“I was very careful, and I will never walk in less populated places from now on. You don’t need to waste time picking me up.”

The man turned to her and said, “Can’t it be that I wanted to come pick you up?”

“Oh.”

Her red lips moved slightly as she suppressed the upward curve.

“The medicinal wine last night… it really wasn’t me who switched it,” she explained. “I’m sorry, Mr. Huo.”

She knew he had stayed in the bathroom for a very long time, a very long time.

As for what he was doing in there, she didn’t dare to think any longer.

“Hmm.”

Huo Xingzhou responded indifferently, his long fingers tapping on the thin notebook computer.

Was he working?

Qiao Xi sneakily glanced out of the corner of her eye and caught a professional term.

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder after a car accident.

Qiao Xi was somewhat worried—had the car accident caused some irreversible psychological trauma to Huo Xingzhou?

But since he didn’t mention it, she pretended not to know.

Qiao Xi shifted her gaze towards the window.

The car passed Haicheng’s largest square, bustling with activity. The square’s large screen was showing an interview with Xu Xingluo, the up-and-coming international ballet goddess, who was about to return home for a tour.

The first stop was Haicheng Grand Theater.

Qiao Xi found the name familiar and then recalled what Shu Xue had said. Xu Xingluo was the sister of Director Xu and a famous ballet dancer.

“What are you looking at?” the man closed his laptop and asked.

“Nothing.”

Qiao Xi blinked, her face clear and fair, her voice soft and sandy.

The car soon arrived at the villa.

Qiao Xi was stunned by the decor as soon as she entered the living room.

“Young Madam, are you satisfied with what you see?” Aunt Qian teased.

Qiao Xi’s face flushed in an instant.

On all four walls of the living room hung wedding photos of her and Huo Xingzhou. There were over a dozen picture frames of varying sizes.

On the coffee table was a crystal stand, and there was even one on the dining table.

The TV background was an enormous couple’s wedding photo, also a passionate kiss. She was embraced by Huo Xingzhou, kissing fervently, her cheeks flushed, even her eyes appeared dazed.

It looked as if… she was enjoying it.

“Aunt Qian, this…”

Aunt Qian said with a smile, “The bridal shop delivered all the albums and frames today, and the photos have all been retouched. There are many more on the floor.”

There were numerous scaleless hugs and cuddles all over the floor, leaving Qiao Xi feeling dizzy.

Huo Xingzhou said indifferently, “Replace the TV wall with something more normal, just a regular photo of us together will do.”

Aunt Qian agreed readily, “Alright, then I’ll put the kissing photo in your room. There’s no place to hang the others now, so we’ll move them to the third floor.”

She had already made up her mind.

Qiao Xi just wanted to escape the embarrassing living room, “Aunt Qian, let me help you move them.”

She picked up three or four frames and headed for the stairs.

Aunt Qian followed her upstairs and pushed open the door to the art studio on the third floor, saying, “Just put them here.”

Qiao Xi set down the items and looked around.

There were numerous paints and art tools, and in a corner lay a messy box.

She bent over to pick up a scattered sheet of paper—it was an unfinished sketch.

After a glance, her face turned red and she hurriedly stuffed it back into the box, her fingertips tingling.

Aunt Qian noticed her discomfort and asked curiously, “Young Madam, what’s wrong?”