Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 307: He Greatly Enjoys the Affairs Between Men and Women

Chapter 307: Chapter 307: He Greatly Enjoys the Affairs Between Men and Women

Qiao Xi touched the box, her fingers tingling.

She looked at the bits and pieces of fabric for these dozen or so battle gowns, which couldn’t add up to one normal piece of clothing.

How preposterous!

"Honor the bet?"

Huo Xingzhou looked at her, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

The wager he had casually mentioned was just to watch a sultry nightgown show—her changing into them one by one for his viewing pleasure.

She could certainly play hardball if she wanted to, but he didn’t have the heart to be too tough on her.

But Qiao Xi’s nature was obstinate; she didn’t understand the art of subtlety.

Qiao Xi clutched the clothing to her chest, declaring with as good as a resigned attitude, "Honor the bet!"

After having done the most intimate things together, breaking a few more barriers wasn’t so hard to accept.

It was just that she was modest and shy, unable to envision herself striking poses in a battle gown.

"Alright, you go get ready, and I’ll prepare too."

Huo Xingzhou happily agreed.

Qiao Xi, holding the gift from Young Master Sun, silently cursed him as she walked into the dressing room.

Meanwhile, Huo Xingzhou leisurely took a bottle of 1990’s Romanée-Conti from the villa’s wine cabinet. He remembered Qiao Xi enjoyed it, so he kept a bottle. But when he later tried to find more Romanée-Conti in Haicheng, it was no longer available.

All the collectors said it had been bought by someone at a high price.

He poured the red wine into a decanter.

He turned off all the lights in the room, leaving only the dim, yellow ambient lighting.

The hi-fi turntable, worth a small fortune, was switched on, and music that was rich with longing filled the bedroom.

This scion of Haicheng’s preeminent family, diligent and resourceful as he was, never denied himself life’s pleasures.

Especially when it came to the intimacies of the bedroom.

Qiao Xi stood hesitating in the dressing room for a long time. She took out all those dozen battle gowns and hung them on a nearby rack.

It was truly hard to look at!

Young Master Sun, you sinner!

The new arrivals in the store were indeed unusual, giving Qiao Xi a real eye-opener.

There were crisscross straps and bows, some tantalizingly see-through. Half of them were black mesh, with the rest being various other colors and styles. These things were even more shameful than being naked.

She kept convincing herself, honor the bet!

Next time, she would definitely not bet with Huo Xingzhou.

Choosing one of the more conservative pieces, Qiao Xi walked out, her arms crossed over her chest. The room was dim; the man sat in a single seater armchair with a glass of red wine, his lips curling into a smile as he saw her.

"Do you need a crash course in catwalking?"

"No need, I know how."

Qiao Xi’s face was burning red. She took a deep breath, released her arms, and walked stiffly back and forth beside him. The gaze that fell on her was so intense, it was as if it could melt her through the sheer layers she wore.

She almost tripped over herself.

The man’s legs were casually bent, his thin lips sipping the red wine.

No wonder Sun Weimeng liked watching these kinds of things.

Beauty right before one’s eyes, under the flowers, beneath the moon.

Especially when it was the woman he loved.

He found it hard to resist, too.

Qiao Xi moved quickly, doing a lap before going back to change into the second outfit. Her sense of shame was numb now; she just wanted this torture to end as soon as possible.

Yet, as she moved on, the outfits became increasingly difficult to wear.

By the fourth change, the material hardly covered her pale white skin anymore, the black straps wrapped around her straight, fair legs making it even more striking.

Her face was as red as a shrimp.

She took small, tentative steps towards Huo Xingzhou, and just as she was about to turn around, she was enveloped by his broad hand around her waist, causing her to tumble into the sofa.

Landing in his embrace.

"Mr. Huo..."

The man’s Adam’s apple bobbed: "Call me husband."

"Husband..." she pushed against his chest.

But Huo Xingzhou held her even tighter. Dressed impeccably in a business suit, he looked utterly restrained, while she, in gossamer, seemed like an innocent fairy, pure and radiant.

Qiao Xi could feel the scorching heat of his palm on her waist.

"I like this set," he said, leaning in so close that his thin lips were almost touching the side of her face.

Qiao Xi turned her head a bit awkwardly, "Why are you acting like an ancient emperor, even picking and choosing?"

"Can’t be choosy with wives, can only pick clothes," he replied.

He loved only her.

"Oh."

Qiao Xi felt sweet inside and responded restrainedly.

The man’s kiss landed on her ear, delicate and intimate. His lips still carried a faint scent of wine, and Qiao Xi couldn’t help but kiss him back.

Ambiguity mixed into the air, fermenting ceaselessly.

Rich red wine, soft music.

Under the light, the beauty’s skin was as smooth as jade, charming and moving.

The rustling sound of clothes rubbing began.

It didn’t take a few minutes.

Everything went out of control.

Qiao Xi, dazed, said, "Let’s go to the bed..."

"Okay."

He promptly lifted her up and carried her to the bed.

The touch of skin on skin, the husky, muffled sounds, and the sight of the man’s body in front of her—all made Qiao Xi surrender. She was willing to be captured by him, completely submerged in this endless love.

Parched mouth and thirsty tongue.

Nerves tingling with excitement.

The thin fabric on her body was bunched up and tossed aside.

Her face was buried in the soft velvet pillow, inhaling a light, cool fragrance. She restrained the frail sounds spilling from her throat, her skin rubbing against the pillowcase over and over again.

...

The next day.

Huo Xingzhou had gone to the company early in the morning.

Qiao Xi stood in front of the bedroom’s full-length mirror in a new cheongsam, carefully inspecting the patchy red marks on her neck.

Last night was too intense.

It felt like her waist would break, and her legs were trembling.

It started off normal, but then they moved onto finishing the bottle of red wine, and everything became a mess.

She didn’t want to waste such expensive wine.

Yet someone took advantage of the alcohol to become more audacious, suggesting one excessive request after another. Slightly tipsy, she complied with his wishes. Whatever he wanted her to do, she did.

He even said, "The warm curtains of Furong make the spring night longer, henceforth the emperor rises late."

Today he had let her sleep until the afternoon.

How was she going to face people?

Qiao Xi used concealer to cover up all those ambiguous marks, and after a careful inspection, she felt assured.

There was a knock on the door from outside the room.

"Young Madam, are you ready? The madam has already arrived downstairs," came the voice.

Qiao Xi immediately replied, "I’ll be right there!"

Without another look, she grabbed a classic branded handbag and left.

As soon as Aunt Qian saw her, she beamed, "There’s still plenty of time, Young Madam. Why not eat something to fill your stomach? You haven’t had breakfast or lunch, and the Young Master specifically instructed me not to disturb your sleep. He said you were... tired yesterday."

"I wasn’t..."

"Young Madam, no need to explain. I know those friends Young Master Sun brought over can be quite demanding. Acupuncture is a delicate task—you rest more if you’re tired, no one will laugh at you," Aunt Qian said.

"Oh, is that so?"

Qiao Xi had thought she was referring to a different kind of tiredness.

Aunt Qian’s smile was all-knowing, taking in Qiao Xi’s expressions.

Qiao Xi followed her downstairs and saw Du Juan sitting in the living room drinking tea. She was dressed in a teal embroidered cheongsam, exuding an elegant and luxurious demeanor.

She herself was also wearing a cheongsam of the same style, only the embroidery was different.

Upon seeing her, Du Juan stood up, "Truly beautiful! The designer said this cheongsam was a mother-daughter set, and it immediately made me think of you! Your figure and poise are perfect for a cheongsam, Jiaojiao with her unruly nature wouldn’t match it," Du Juan complimented.

Qiao Xi laughed modestly, "It’s your good taste."

Not denying, Du Juan took her hand and said, "Today’s private auction is the perfect opportunity to let them see how outstanding my daughter-in-law is."