Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 291: How to Prove Qiao Xi is Your Wife

Chapter 291: Chapter 291: How to Prove Qiao Xi is Your Wife

The rain in Haicheng was getting heavier and heavier.

Pitter-patter, like beans pouring down.

Qiao Xi stepped on the accelerator, concentrating hard on driving the sports car, her speed somewhat uncontrolled.

She remembered this road and knew the direction back to the city center.

Unfortunately, she had no idea where her phone was, leaving her unable to contact Mr. Huo. They must be very worried, Qiao Xi thought, feeling weak and unsteady after her fright.

The car was behaving more and more erratically.

Frowning, Qiao Xi saw the engine smoking through the blurry curtain of rain.

The engine temperature was too high.

As the car raced on, she desperately pressed down on the brakes.

But it was out of control!

This car had been tampered with by Huo Beiting; he was prepared for this!

Qiao Xi’s beautiful face turned cool and resolute.

She frantically honked the horn to warn the vehicles ahead and behind, grateful that this highway in the Western Suburbs was remote and not busy with traffic. Feeling the tension in her scalp, she knew she had to stop the car.

Otherwise, it might self-ignite and explode!

She placed her hand on the mechanical handbrake, trying to decelerate.

But flames had started to shoot out from the front of the car, emitting an unbearable smell!

It was too late!

Once the fire spread to the battery and fuel tank, the car was sure to explode!

She had to keep calm, and when she saw no trailing vehicles in the side mirror, she flung open the driver’s door suddenly.

The wind outside mixed with rain hit her body.

Qiao Xi bit her lip and rolled out, her body tumbling to the side of the road with inertia.

The runaway car continued forward and smashed into a signpost, exploding with a bang!

Smoke and sparks shot up into the sky!

The sound of the explosion reverberated for hundreds of meters.

Huo Beiting leaned back in the abandoned factory, laughing maniacally.

The torrential rain poured down from the sky, turning the mountains and fields into a white expanse.

Qiao Xi lay on the ground, spattered with mud as the rain hit her, the downpour so heavy she could barely open her eyes. Her body was exhausted, the suppressed fatigue and the effects of the drug seizing their opportunity to overwhelm.

Her eyelids were so heavy, and she yearned for a good sleep.

On the highway, a Cullinan came to a stop.

Silver threads of rain fell disconnected from the sky.

A car door opened.

The young man holding a black umbrella had a hand that was exceptionally pale and aloof, keeping the dampness at bay. His eyes were filled with a dark hue, as cold as a lonely moon in the desolate wilderness.

His footsteps were fast yet stable, each step landing in the shallow puddles, with mud staining the hems of his pants.

Qiao Xi lay on the cold hard highway, barely able to keep her eyes open. Through half-closed lids, she caught sight of a lean and aloof figure approaching.

A black umbrella blocked her view.

She slowly closed her eyes, recalling from her fading consciousness the image of a young man, spirited and rushing towards her from years past.

Consciousness slipped away.

All was darkness before her eyes.

The young man reached her side and bent down to gently pick her up.

His movements were tender and slow; noticing she had no apparent injuries, his expression softened slightly.

He reached out his hand and carefully wiped the mud from her cheeks with his sleeve cuff.

Wan Jiang, standing to the side, had never seen the young master be so meticulously gentle; he quickly held up the black umbrella, "Young Master Zhong, shall we go to the hospital?"

The man looked up towards the misty end of the road, "We can’t, Huo Xingzhou is coming."

Wan Jiang turned to look, seeing the familiar Rolls-Royce Phantom and a black modified car both approaching.

He glanced once more at his own car.

The showdown between the Rolls-Royce Phantom and the Rolls-Royce Cullinan—who would lose, who would win?

The two cars came to a stop.

Old Chen watched the Zhong Family vigilantly, as Zhou Yu and Huo Xingzhou got out of the modified car one after the other.

Zhou Yu was completely bewildered. What was going on?

The guest that Tianyuan Group was supposed to receive was holding the president’s wife?

Huo Xingzhou strode forward, his shirt cuffs slightly rolled up, the wristwatch on his wrist reflecting a cool, serene light.

Zhou Yu took the umbrella from inside the car and ran over to hold it for him!

Huo Er, you can’t lose face even if you lose a game!

While others were dressed sharply and had an assistant to hold the umbrella for them, looking graceful as jade.

How could Huo Xingzhou allow himself to be drenched by the downpour, looking like a drowned rat!

Huo Xingzhou walked up to him, first lowering his head to check on Qiao Xi’s condition, then lifting his eyes to look at the young man.

Two men faced each other.

In the midst of wind and rain, undercurrents surged.

Huo Xingzhou’s tone was calm, with a faint aura of authority, "I’ve troubled Young Master Zhong. Please hand over my wife to me. I need to take her to the hospital for a checkup now."

The young nobleman spoke, "Why can’t I take her to the hospital? Does President Huo have any evidence to prove her identity? I can’t just hand over someone I found."

Huo Xingzhou’s expression remained unflustered as he fidgeted with his Patek Philippe watch a couple of times.

The women’s watch on Qiao Xi’s wrist began to beep.

He asked, "Does that prove it?"

Young Master Zhong’s expression was indifferent, his eyes carrying a gentle smile, his grip tightening.

Huo Xingzhou took Qiao Xi from his embrace.

"President Huo, you’ll have to take better care of your wife next time, lest someone else picks up an opportunity," Young Master Zhong’s eyes were as clear as spring water, seemingly kindly reminding, yet also as if harboring something.

"Thanks for the advice."

Huo Xingzhou looked towards him and said, "Why is Young Master Zhong here?"

The nobleman nonchalantly said, "I’m here to assess whether it’s necessary to restart the Future City project. It’s a pity for so much land to go to waste. Sometimes, you just need a change of perspective. For example, turning cultural relics into scenic spots for viewing, with us investors footing the bill."

His reasoning sounded sensible.

As if he truly came to assess the project.

Huo Xingzhou did not probe further, and said emotionlessly, "Then have a good assessment."

"Old Chen, find Huo Beiting," he commanded looking towards the car still ablaze amidst the storm, "check that car."

"Yes, young master."

"Zhou Yu, drive."

After speaking, Huo Xingzhou, holding Qiao Xi, got into the Rolls-Royce Phantom.

Zhou Yu sat in the driver’s seat, started the engine, and left.

The cars ahead gradually faded from sight.

Wan Jiang held the umbrella, his expression serious, yet the theater of his mind was bustling with thoughts.

He was wondering, between this episode of the Rolls-Royce Phantom and the Cullinan, which series had won?

Suddenly, a clear and smooth voice sounded in his ear, "Wan Jiang, what are you thinking about?"

Wan Jiang was startled and quickly said, "Nothing much. Young Master Zhong, do we still need to do an assessment on the Future City project?"

"Of course, otherwise how do we cover the lie?"

Wan Jiang glanced at him, accepting the apparent usualness in his manner, realizing that Young Master Zhong also knew he was lying.

Who else could lie so righteously?

And to think he actually believed they were really going to invest in Future City.

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The Rolls-Royce Phantom drove smoothly on the highway.

Zhou Yu observed Huo Xingzhou’s meticulous movements through the rearview mirror and asked, "Is Qiao Xi all right?"

The man in the back seat had a cold gaze, "She’s fine, just a minor scratch."

The unconsciousness must be due to a sedative, best to go to the hospital for a blood test.

Huo Xingzhou could tell clearly that she was merely deep in sleep.

Zhou Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "That’s good. It’s strange that Young Master Zhong showed up in Future City. Is he still interested in real estate?"

Huo Xingzhou looked down at Qiao Xi’s closed eyes and spoke indifferently, "Perhaps."

Zhou Yu hesitated for a moment, then said, "I heard some news that the Liu Family also sent people to look for Qiao Xi. Should we inform them about Qiao Xi’s situation?"