Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Good Husband, Please Please
 

“I didn’t do anything.”

Qiao Xi felt feverish all over, the sketch flashing in her mind.

It was a figure drawing.

The woman’s facial features were blurred, yet her figure was graceful, with not a stitch of clothing. The lines were solidly drawn, with even the details meticulously crafted, clearly a labor of passion. The female form struck her vision directly and without reservation.

The woman in the drawing posed seductively.

Oozing allure.

It was indistinguishable whether it was a statue or a real person. If it were a real person, she might have felt a tinge of jealousy, even though figure drawing was a necessary skill to learn.

But why was such a drawing in the Huo Family’s studio?

“Aunt Qian, has Mr. Huo ever studied painting?” Qiao Xi asked curiously.

As Aunt Qian tidied up the picture frames, she said, “In a family like the Huo Family, they learn everything, not just painting. Our young master has passed grade 10 in both violin and piano, and his piano skills have even reached concert level.”

This is how nobility raises its offspring.

Developing in all aspects!

After hearing this, Qiao Xi exclaimed, “So he is that talented.”

Aunt Qian responded with regret, “Before, the young master would spend time in the studio every week, and there was also that Xu… But since the car accident, he’s not come here even once.”

Qiao Xi had always forgotten to ask how the accident had actually happened.

From Huo Xingzhou, she only knew that the car accident was engineered by the main family branch.

“Aunt Qian, what exactly happened on the day of the car accident?”

Aunt Qian’s expression became unnatural as she casually remarked, “Just a truck driver driving while fatigued, who ended up crashing into us. The driver at fault was only sentenced to two years, but our young master’s legs are still disabled to this day.”

The penalties for traffic offenses are not considered severe nowadays.

If there’s enough money involved and the family is willing to forgive, the punishment can be almost nonexistent.

“The subsequent insurance payout was one million. What use is money, though? We in the Huo Family have plenty of it,” Aunt Qian said indignantly.

Listening, Qiao Xi felt a bit heartbroken.

She wondered how much the main family gave to the driver to bribe him. Huo Beiting must have calculated that it’s hard to uncover the truth in such matters and made a ruthless move.

“Aunt Qian, those who survive great disasters are bound to have future blessings!” she consoled.

Aunt Qian wiped the tears from her eyes and said, “Yes. The biggest blessing is having Young Madam marry into our family.”

She tightly grasped Qiao Xi’s hands, pleading earnestly, “Please promise me, Young Madam, that no matter what happens, you and the young master won’t separate. It’s normal for a young couple to quarrel. The young master is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, please be patient with him.”

Qiao Xi hesitated.

She remembered the “Marriage Agreement” they had signed.

They had agreed to divorce after three months, and everything at present was but a fleeting illusion.

“Young Madam?” Aunt Qian called out again.

Qiao Xi responded vaguely, “I will stay with him until his legs are healed.”

“Ah.”

Aunt Qian was appeased by the response, “I’ll give the studio a thorough cleaning again, just in case the young master feels like painting someday.”

Qiao Xi said softly and then descended the stairs with a heavy heart.

As she came down the stairs, she happened to see Huo Xingzhou stand up and start moving around in the living room.

He was consciously exercising his legs, starting off slowly before trying to walk faster. Sweat began to bead on his polished forehead as he kept a straight face, walking back and forth repeatedly until he collapsed, kneeling on the carpet, exhausted.

“Mr. Huo!”

Qiao Xi ran over with small steps, “Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”

The man’s eyes were clear and resolute, exuding a subtle ambition like that of a cheetah.

“I’m fine,” he said in a deep voice.

“Let me help you up; haste makes waste,” Qiao Xi said gently. She reached out to pull his arm but found she couldn’t budge him at all.

He was deliberately opposing her, using his weight to pull her off balance, and she fell into his arms.

Qiao Xi’s head rested on his legs, forced to look up at him.

“Sometimes, instead of standing up, I wish you would sit down with me,” he said indifferently.

Qiao Xi licked her dry lips, her mind racing to find the right words, “Why are you suddenly pushing yourself with extra training, Mr. Huo? According to my rehabilitation plan, you’ve already completed today’s exercises.”

“Qiao Xi, I don’t want you to feel that I’m physically incapable at times,”

His tone was exceptionally calm, and his handsome face revealed no other expression.

Qiao Xi lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze.

She murmured softly, “It’s normal, many men have those kinds of issues. Relying on medication to force an effect each time isn’t good for your body.”

“What are you talking about?”

Huo Xingzhou leaned in close, his handsome face enlarging before Qiao Xi’s eyes.

“I didn’t say anything,” she said, her face flushing red in defence.

“I heard it all.”

His hand slipped under the hem of her clothes, tickling her waist. Qiao Xi twisted, laughing so hard she shook like a quivering branch.

“I really didn’t say anything! Mr. Huo, hahaha…”

His mischievous hand always knew her sensitive spots; a girl inexperienced in love is sensitive all over.

A gentle brush of his fingertips caused an itch so intense it felt like it was scratching her heart, leaving a tingling numbness.

“Spare me, please,” she begged.

Only at times like this did she let her playful nature show.

“Say some nice things,” Huo Xingzhou demanded with his lips. He noticed that her mood hadn’t been high since she came downstairs and wanted to divert her attention.

Qiao Xi gasped, “What… what nice things should I say?”

“That depends on how sincere you are.”

Huo Xingzhou’s hands, the hands of a pianist, played over her body with his long fingers, leaving her in a state neither alive nor dead.

Qiao Xi laughed uncontrollably, while he, aloof and in control, mastered her body with ease.

“I… I’m wrong, Mr. Huo.”

He didn’t stop.

Qiao Xi used the last of her rationality to search for those nice words.

Suddenly, she remembered the short videos she had scrolled through with Shu Xue in the hospital recently. The girls in those videos were all flirtatious and enchantingly charming when they acted coquettishly.

“Ah…”

“Distracted again?”

Huo Xingzhou, slightly dissatisfied, poked her soft waist again, provoking another delicate scream from Qiao Xi.

“No,” Qiao Xi mustered the courage to yell, “Good brother, my bad.”

Huo Xingzhou knew she was a bit old-fashioned; to get her to say such a thing was already pushing her limits. But suddenly, he wanted to see how far she could go.

He bent down close to her, his fingertips kneading her earlobe.

Qiao Xi’s face and neck flushed deep red, her skin glowing with a rosy pale. A rush like an electric current zipped through her, numbing the entire side of her body.

He was cunning, knowing what she couldn’t bear.

Reluctantly, with her eyes reddened, she spoke, “Good… husband, please, please.”

The shame was unbearable!

Huo Xingzhou was satisfied and let go of her.

Suddenly, he felt that the pleasures of marriage were delightfully gratifying to both body and mind.

Qiao Xi took the opportunity to sit up and scoot away slightly.

“Your necklace came loose,” Huo Xingzhou said, eyeing her neck, reminding her.

Qiao Xi looked down to see the clasp of the pearl necklace he had given her had come undone. She reached to fasten it, but Huo Xingzhou was faster.

He leaned over, his hands encircling her head.

His nimble fingers fastened her necklace. As he pulled away, his lips seemed to accidentally brush against her flushed earlobe.

Qiao Xi shuddered!

“Mr. Huo, you…”

“Qiao Xi, I can do it without medication,” he whispered, his kiss landing on her red lips.

In this matter, no man allows himself to be underestimated.

No matter what his status or position.

He teased her gently, slowly, tormenting her with his thin lips.

“Anyone home? Your package has arrived! I’m coming in!” An arrogant, familiar voice came from outside the door, with footsteps approaching.