Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 87: Chapter 87 Huo Xingzhou, I Love You
 

Qiao Xi ascended the staircase to the second floor.

At a glance, she saw the prominently displayed nameplate and pushed the door open to enter.

The dressing room was delicately furnished, featured a soft couch and a washroom, and the vanity was adorned with unopened cosmetics. The room was scented with aromatherapy, and the wardrobe was filled with men’s and women’s formal wear. Although not from the top luxury brands, they were far from mediocre.

The Sun Family really was wealthy, so willing to invest.

Her stomach was churning tumultuously.

She propped herself on the soft couch for a while, but eventually couldn’t hold back, rushing to the washroom to vomit.

After throwing up, she felt much better.

It was then that she had the heart to attend to the stains on her cheongsam. She was reluctant to change out of it, for it was a gift from Mr. Huo.

The embroidery on it matched the patterns on his cuffs.

Such secretive yet sweet little details made her replay the moments fondly in her heart. She wondered if that man had deliberately chosen this cheongsam for her.

From outside the door, a series of footsteps echoed back and forth.

Su Weiwei, through the door, listened for any sound.

She arrived quite late, and hadn’t seen if the waiter had entered with Qiao Xi.

“Su Weiwei!”

A male voice called out from behind her.

Su Weiwei jumped in alarm, turning to see the notorious playboy from Haicheng, Mo Jiajun. She said irritably while patting her chest, “What do you want?”

Mo Jiajun’s eyes roamed over her from head to toe, clicking his tongue in admiration.

“You have a great figure, and you’re beautiful.”

Su Weiwei that day could truly be described as stunning and alluring.

Mo Jiajun couldn’t help but feel his heart stir.

With a laugh, Su Weiwei said, “I’ve always been beautiful.”

She had spent three hours on her makeup, aiming to ensnare Huo Xingzhou with her pomegranate skirt’s charm. Under the influence of the medicine, she didn’t believe that man could remain indifferent.

Mo Jiajun’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times, his gaze murky.

“Come sit in my room, I have something to tell you,” he said slowly, his eyes filled with lust.

Su Weiwei glanced at him disdainfully, “I’m busy!”

She had to catch the adulterers in the act at the earliest opportunity.

“You’ll regret not coming. I saw you and that waiter in the garden…”

“Shut up!”

Su Weiwei nervously interrupted him.

“I just want to make a deal with you, let’s talk in my room. Ten minutes will be enough!”

Mo Jiajun said with conviction.

After hesitating for a moment, Su Weiwei finally agreed and followed Mo Jiajun toward the room at the end of the corridor. The Mo Family was in the paint business, barely considered a third-tier family. Theoretically, they were a suitable match for the Su Family.

But Mo Jiajun, despite his decent background, had a tainted reputation.

None of Haicheng’s wealthy daughters wanted to marry him.

There were even rumors that he might have some kind of venereal disease.

Mo Jiajun opened the door to his room and ushered Su Weiwei inside. He then gently twisted the door lock, securing it.

Su Weiwei remained oblivious.

He poured a glass of water for Su Weiwei in a gentlemanly fashion, “Have a drink.”

“Who dares to drink anything in your room?”

Su Weiwei crossed her arms and looked at him, “What did you see in the garden?”

While speaking, she felt an overwhelming dryness in her mouth.

“Nothing much, just you giving him two packets of powder,” Mo Jiajun glanced at the clock on the wall, stalling for time.

“You saw wrong!”

Su Weiwei quickly denied.

“I didn’t say anything, so why are you so nervous?” Mo Jiajun casually sat beside her, “Or is it that you have a guilty conscience? Weiwei, why don’t you tell me what that stuff was?”

His hand rested on Su Weiwei’s back.

Su Weiwei felt a chill run down her spine and uneasily shrugged her shoulders, “Mo Jiajun, what exactly do you want to do?”

She felt uncomfortable all over, as if the blood in her limbs was churning.

“What I want to do, you know very well,” he replied.

Mo Jiajun’s fingers frivolously caressed her chin, “Weiwei, you’ve dressed up so beautifully, did you come to the banquet to find a man? Huo Beiting, not satisfying you?”

“Mo Jiajun, I don’t have time to dawdle with you!”

Su Weiwei pushed him away and stood up, only to feel dizzy and weak, her body collapsing downward.

Mo Jiajun took the opportunity to wrap his arm around her waist.

Feeling dizzy and flushed, Su Weiwei said, “You… what have you done?”

Her entire body was burning with an itch, even longing to be close to the man before her.

“Little sister Weiwei, you should be asking what you’ve done yourself! The medicine you bought, don’t you know its effects?”

The medicine she bought!

The high-end aphrodisiac!

Fast-acting, causing confusion and desire.

Those with weak wills are easily overcome.

She closed her eyes, her thirst intense.

“Don’t! Don’t touch me!”

Mo Jiajun’s hand stroked her smooth skin, sliding down her back and suddenly ripping the lace at her back, exposing her beautiful back.

“Mo… Mo Jiajun, get off me!”

She tried to struggle, but Mo Jiajun pressed her down hard on the soft couch.

“You don’t want me to touch you, but do you want Huo Xingzhou to touch you? He probably doesn’t have time to waste on you, the man’s got a wife.” He lowered his head to sniff her neck, “Such a strong musk perfume, you really came to seduce men.”

“Su Weiwei, this is called shooting yourself in the foot.”

Mo Jiajun wanted to take advantage of the situation.

The idea came from Su Weiwei, he merely manipulated the circumstances.

He supposed she wouldn’t dare to proclaim it loudly, or else Huo Xingzhou would never let her off the hook, making Su Weiwei suffer in silence.

Mo Jiajun touched her without any inhibition.

Only when she actively reached out her arms and embraced him did he finally tear her stockings beneath her skirt.

“Huo… Huo Xingzhou, I love you,” Su Weiwei said in her confusion, “Take me!”

“Soon! Don’t rush!”

Mo Jiajun didn’t care which man she was thinking of in her heart, a duck delivered to his door, who could resist.

“Huo Xingzhou, I’m your wife!”

This almost became her obsession, something she remembered even when her consciousness was unclear.

Mo Jiajun coaxed her into various indecent acts with obscene words, enjoying the taste of conquest.

He had also taken precautions, using his phone to take various photos.

In the photos, Su Weiwei looked impatient and thoroughly enjoying herself.

After preparing all this.

He then began to enjoy the night.

Screams of pleasure echoed from the room, faintly audible even through the door.

The passing waiters all blushed, feeling that rich people really knew how to have fun.

…

In the banquet hall.

Huo Xingzhou’s expression turned increasingly cold, his eyes darkening.

His palms were unexpectedly hot and searing. He wasn’t unfamiliar with these tricks.

But he hadn’t expected them to be used on him at the Sun Family’s banquet.

Now, he was most worried about Qiao Xi!

Huo Xingzhou stood up and hurried toward the resting room.

Young Master Sun joked, “He can’t sit still without seeing his wife for just a moment.”

Mr. Sun and Mrs. Sun were more sensitive, noticing something off with Huo Xingzhou’s expression.

“Let’s go have a look.”

They stood up and followed behind Huo Xingzhou.

Seeing the main guests stand up, everyone else couldn’t help but turn their eyes with interest.