Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: They Definitely Consummated the Marriage
 

Qiao Xi looked at Xu Xiuyuan, actually not wanting to have too many dealings with him. But since he was essentially her immediate boss, she could only nod in agreement.

“Okay.”

Xu Xiuyuan was the first to walk out of the office, with Qiao Xi closely following behind.

“Dean Xu, do you need something?”

Qiao Xi asked softly.

In the long corridor, quite a few people were walking back and forth. Seeing them, those people would take an extra glance.

But Xu Xiuyuan seemed unfazed by the onlookers. He started with an apology, “The suspension was to quell the public opinion. Indeed, I made you suffer undue hardship without getting to the truth first. For that, I am very sorry.”

Qiao Xi pursed her lips and said, “That’s normal procedure, it’s not your fault.”

“Still, I owe you that apology.” His stern face softened a bit.

Qiao Xi looked at him and felt a renewed sense of familiarity.

“Then I accept your apology.”

Xu Xiuyuan felt much relieved, and he took out a beautifully crafted invitation from his suit pocket: “This is from my maternal grandmother for you, the Liu Family’s full-moon celebration invitation. My aunt’s delivery was successful, thanks to your help.”

“I…”

Qiao Xi looked at the handwritten invitation, sensing the significance given by the other party.

But she hesitated.

“Such occasions are usually for family only, it wouldn’t be appropriate for me.” She declined politely.

“The Liu Family has also sent one to the Huo Family, and Huo Xingzhou has already agreed to come.” Xu Xiuyuan knew her concerns and gave her a reason she couldn’t refuse.

He pressed the invitation into her hand.

Qiao Xi held the invitation, no longer voicing any objections.

Xu Xiuyuan observed her for several moments before leaving.

Actually, Qiao Xi didn’t really look much like his sister, and the longer he looked at her, the more agreeable he found her presence. The sister he had fantasized about since he was young probably should have been as gentle and docile as Qiao Xi. Not those who seem frail and sensible on the surface but use their cleverness and schemes to gain the affection of their family.

…

Qiao Xi placed the invitation in her storage locker before assisting Doctor Yan with patient consultations.

It was a busy morning, with a steady stream of patients.

Even just calling numbers was proving to be exhausting for her.

As soon as it was noon, Shu Xue called her out to eat.

“Let’s go, treat yourself well for a change.” Shu Xue took her hand warmly, “We’ll go eat at the mall today. We have a two-hour lunch break, consider it a celebration for you coming back to work.”

“You shouldn’t splurge.”

Even though Qiao Xi’s worth had skyrocketed, she herself didn’t really feel it and continued to live as thriftily and frugally as before.

“How could that be called splurging! I’ll foot the bill!”

Shu Xue was generously insistent, “You have no idea how generous your husband is. Not only did he compensate me with a new phone, but he even had someone ask if I wanted a house as a reward! I was stunned at the time, that’s wealthy people’s style for you.”

“A house?”

Qiao Xi was also taken aback.

“I didn’t dare to accept it at that time; I regret it whenever I think about it now,” Shu Xue joked.

How could she actually accept a house! If she took it, living in it wouldn’t be peaceful.

Qiao Xi covered her mouth and laughed along.

She was filled with sweetness and joy; Mr. Huo was truly adorable.

Suddenly.

Her peripheral vision caught the giant screen in the mall displaying that international up-and-coming ballet dancer, Xu Xingluo.

Lately, it seemed wherever she went, she would see her interviews and ads.

Shu Xue followed her gaze, commenting, “A ballet dancer making a stir like a celebrity. Even third-rate stars don’t promote themselves as much as she does.”

“What do you mean?” Qiao Xi didn’t quite understand.

Shu Xue earnestly said, “In my heart, artists are all about solitude and dedication to their craft, not constantly thinking about making public appearances. The news about her return performance in Haicheng has been publicized for half a month already. Look, here’s the time of her return.”

Qiao Xi followed her gaze, it was tonight.

Xu Xingluo’s flight was going to land at Haicheng Airport.

But the performance was still a week away.

“Maybe she’s just more popular,” Qiao Xi speculated, “Some people are just born with a natural charm.”

Shu Xue pursed her lips, feeling a little jealousy inside, “She’s just lucky! Her brother is the administrative director of Haicheng Hospital, her father is the head of the Xu Family, and her mother is a precious daughter of the Liu Family. Do you know how high the Liu Family’s power and status are? They say the Imperial Capital’s Bell, Haicheng’s Liu. The Liu Family isn’t even in the same league as your Huo Family’s President Huo.”

The Liu Family had powerful connections and a long and profound heritage.

They could truly be called top-tier elites!

Whereas Huo Xingzhou came from a business background, the two couldn’t be compared.

Qiao Xi silently repeated to herself, “Imperial Capital’s Bell, Haicheng’s Liu.”

The phrase felt familiar, as if someone had said it to her before.

“Let’s go, don’t let an unrelated person spoil your appetite.”

“Okay!”

Qiao Xi obediently followed Shu Xue, showing none of the pride typical of a successor to the National Doctor.

Shu Xue was even happier to see this.

…

Evening.

Old Chen, the driver, picked up Qiao Xi to drive her home.

As soon as she entered the living room, she could hear Aunt Qian on the phone in the kitchen. Her door was not shut tight, and the voice was clear and audible.

She was about to greet her when she saw a man descending the stairs at the entrance.

“Mr. Huo…”

Huo Xingzhou nodded slightly as he approached, but he placed a finger to her lips, signaling her to be quiet.

Qiao Xi dared not speak any further, listening to the louder sounds coming from the kitchen.

Aunt Qian cackled into the phone, “Yes, I saw it, it was torn.”

Qiao Xi looked at Huo Xingzhou confusedly, not understanding what Aunt Qian was talking about.

Huo Xingzhou’s expression was indifferent, but his eyes were exceptionally dark.

All they heard next, Aunt Qian was describing even more exaggeratedly in the kitchen: “It was definitely consummated! I saw it when I was throwing out the trash this morning. But I haven’t heard much about the brand the young master used. I’m worried it’s an inferior product, so I was thinking about buying a few boxes later to put in his drawer.”

“It’d be best if they don’t use contraception; any child they produce will surely be beautiful. I think the young master is probably quite capable, so the Young Madam needn’t worry.”

“Look at how many times Young Master Sun can do it in one night; it’s the talk of Haicheng. Does the Young Madam have any good recipes? Wouldn’t you prioritize the young master? Maybe they’ve already cured the issue and have been keeping it a secret because they’re too embarrassed to tell the elders!”

At this moment.

Qiao Xi finally understood.

It was all because of the torn “Mrs. Joy” from last night.

Aunt Qian had misunderstood that she and Mr. Huo had already been intimate.

Blushes crept up Qiao Xi’s face, and as she faced the man’s focused gaze, she swallowed and said, “Should I explain to Aunt Qian?”

“What would the Little Divine Doctor need to explain? That I’m impotent and haven’t touched you, or that I managed to restrain myself after opening the Mrs. Joy?”

Neither option was appealing.

Qiao Xi was awash with embarrassment.

Just then, Aunt Qian hung up the phone and came out of the kitchen, seeing them both looking guiltless.

She greeted warmly, “Young master, Young Madam, dinner is ready. There’s scrambled eggs with chives, cold mixed wood ear mushrooms, goji berry and pork kidney soup… Would you like anything else?”

The choice of dishes was indeed considerate.

Qiao Xi looked at Huo Xingzhou awkwardly.

The corners of the man’s mouth curled up slightly with amusement, and he was about to speak when the phone in his suit pocket began to vibrate.