Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 311: Young Master Zhong Has an Obsession too

Chapter 311: Chapter 311: Young Master Zhong Has an Obsession too

The pale palm had a pinhole oozing blood, surrounded by an area the size of a coin that had turned green and black.

Her right hand was numb, and her fingers couldn’t help but tremble.

Just now, Xiang Mingzhu publicly offered a handshake to show friendliness, hiding a fine needle between her fingers coated with the paralyzing juice of pinellia.

These people were really cunning and difficult to guard against.

However, the poison didn’t have much of an impact on the body.

She had retaliated in time!

She switched her grip and clasped Xiang Mingzhu’s hand, driving the fine needle into her flesh.

Xiang Mingzhu must have been hurt worse than she was!

Du Juan asked, "Qiao Xi, what are you looking at?"

Qiao Xi quickly curled her fingers, clenched them into a fist, and shook her head, saying, "Nothing."

Turning her head, Du Juan glanced at the open banquet hall and said, "Liu Huimin usually cares a lot about her image and can really hold herself like a lady. Today though, she threw caution to the wind, something I wouldn’t necessarily do to slap the Ye Family’s face."

She couldn’t bring herself to throw a cake in the face of the younger generation.

"Qiao Xi, after all, mother and daughter share a bond. Although I don’t hope for you to forgive her, don’t be too harsh on yourself. If one day you want to acknowledge her, none of us will blame you," she said.

"Yes, I know," she replied.

Qiao Xi was noncommittal, feeling a bit stifled in her chest.

Du Juan let go of her arm and suddenly burst into laughter.

Pointing in a direction, she said, "Look! My dear son is so afraid I’ll sell you off that he’s come here to pick you up himself. I’ve never been treated like that."

Qiao Xi looked up to see a man standing at the flower-covered archway of the Garden Villa.

He was dressed in a suit, his legs long and slender.

His eyes held a faintly entangled smile as he watched her.

Du Juan teased, "You lovebirds better hurry home. I, the third wheel, won’t bother you two any longer."

"Mom..." Qiao Xi felt a bit embarrassed.

With an ambiguous smile, Du Juan took another path and left. She was an open-minded mother-in-law, happy to see her son and daughter-in-law getting along well.

Watching her leave, Qiao Xi then turned to look at the man not far away.

The gloom in her heart dissipated as she ran up to him, light on her feet, and threw herself into his embrace.

Her voice was soft and coquettish, "Why are you here? Didn’t you say you were busy with work?"

She stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck in a very intimate pose.

The man’s deep and tender voice sounded, "I came to take you home."

"Yes, home!"

Qiao Xi nodded emphatically.

Her smile was radiant as she clung close to him. Huo Xingzhou’s hands rested on her waist, and his gaze swept over to the tall terrace on the second floor of the villa where a handsome young master with elegance like a bamboo sipped champagne and gestured from afar.

Huo Xingzhou’s eyes darkened, and he nodded slightly.

He recognized that this was the youngest son of the Imperial Capital’s Zhong Family.

Huo Xingzhou, with Qiao Xi in his arms, walked out, his large hand authoritatively wrapped around her waist as they left.

On the second-floor terrace,

The young master holding champagne had a worn red string tied around his wrist, covering a faint scar. He set his glass aside and rested his hands carelessly on the railing.

A clear and detached voice rang out, "Wan Jiang, Ye Zhimeng..."

"Young Master Zhong, I understand. I’ll make the arrangements," Wan Jiang replied.

Wan Jiang, well aware of Young Master Zhong’s vengeful nature, dared not slack off.

Leaning back lazily, Young Master Zhong looked at the couple growing distant and let out a laugh.

Wan Jiang tentatively asked, "Young Master Zhong, Xiang Huai has already confessed. What technique did you use to break his psychological defenses?"

"Want to know?" he asked, tilting his head with a lazy tone.

Wan Jiang nodded, "Yes, I really do."

"Wan Jiang, do you have any obsessions?" he asked.

Shadows danced over him,

His brows and eyes were picturesque yet carried an air of strangeness and indifference.

Wan Jiang shook his head.

"You don’t have it, but Xiang Huai does."

Young Master Zhong leaned forward slightly, his upper body moving toward the floating fragrance of the osmanthus flowers that had fallen onto his shoulder, "Xu Xingluo is his everything. When the mask of innocence and kindness was torn away, he collapsed. The final straw that broke him was the truth from ten years ago."

He told Xiang Huai that the person who made the emergency call wasn’t Xu Xingluo.

Xiang Huai asked over and over again who it was, and he revealed a name that shattered Xiang Huai’s heart and spirit.

Xiang Huai didn’t dare to believe him, but also didn’t dare not to. In the end, his heart turned to ashes as he confessed everything.

Wan Jiang asked, "How does Young Master Zhong know about what happened in Haicheng ten years ago? Did you use to live in Haicheng?"

The young man flicked the flower petals off his shoulder with his finger, his eyes and brows carrying a hint of mystery, "Don’t know about that, I’m from the Imperial Capital."

Seeing he didn’t want to talk about it, Wan Jiang changed the subject, "You used another project to make the Xiang Family give up on Xiang Huai and not go to the police station to bail someone out. Isn’t that a bit too much for something you worked so hard to acquire?"

"As long as I’m happy, that’s all that matters. Do you have an opinion?"

Wan Jiang quickly said, "I wouldn’t dare."

The young man took off his suit jacket and threw it into Wan Jiang’s arms, then started loosening his tie as he walked towards the villa’s stairs, "Wan Jiang, the osmanthus flowers bloomed a bit early this year, they don’t smell good. Wash my clothes clean..."

"Yes."

Wan Jiang held the jacket, thinking Young Master Zhong didn’t need to wash his clothes, he was just making it difficult for him on purpose.

But looking at the osmanthus petals scattered on the ground, he was suddenly reminded of a line of poetry.

Wishing to buy wine to share with someone admiring the osmanthus flowers, yet it never is the same as the days of youth.

No one can return to their youth.

Could it be that Young Master Zhong had an unrequited love that he couldn’t obtain in his younger days, causing him to dislike osmanthus flowers?

That’s not right!

What was Young Master Zhong doing at today’s auction? Wasn’t he there to buy the medical book and bronze figures?

...

The banquet hall on the first floor.

Liu Huimin was somewhat distraught, holding her bag and hurriedly rushing around. Others wanting to speak with her didn’t get the opportunity.

She left the banquet hall and took a roundabout way to a secluded area of the Garden Villa, only then pulling out her phone to make a call.

The other party took a long time to answer.

"Ma Hongwen, I want you to withdraw Qiao Xi’s registration application; she’s not participating in the Traditional Chinese Medicine Festival," Liu Huimin said urgently, with an authoritative tone.

If it weren’t for Xiang Mingzhu bringing it up today, she almost would have forgotten about it.

Qiao Xi had been forced by her to treat Liu Zongyun, and then behind her back, she had conspired with Ma Hongwen to submit the registration.

Liu Huimin deeply regretted it!

She dared not imagine what Qiao Xi would feel if she found out about this.

Ma Hongwen was troubled, "That won’t do, the list has already been made public."

Liu Huimin took a deep breath, "I can give you money, as much as you want! She herself didn’t apply in person, doesn’t that make it invalid?"

"Her situation is very special, being Cheng Han’s apprentice and violating the agreement made back then. The registration was just a formality, regardless, the Lu Family from the Imperial Capital will not let her go. It can’t be withdrawn, please don’t make it difficult for me. Besides, wasn’t it you who forced her to treat Liu Zongyun in the first place?

Madam Xu, as a member of the Liu Family, you should be very clear about the consequences for those who cross the line between northern and southern Chinese medicine, right?"

Yes!

She was clear!

It was precisely because she was too clear on that, that she regretted it to her very core.

"Ma Hongwen, she can’t go, she’s still too young! If she loses, the consequences are unimaginable. She could lose everything, either wounded or crippled," with so many experts at the convention and Lu Yingxue who had been famous since ten years ago.

If Lu Bannong participates without shame, then Qiao Xi will be left with no way out.

"It’s too late to turn back the clock! Madam Xu, please find another way," Ma Hongwen said bluntly and hung up the phone.

Liu Huimin’s limbs went numb, and she stood frozen in place.

What should she do?

Suddenly, her hair was yanked, and a slap landed viciously on her face.

With a loud smack, it echoed sharply.

Liu Huimin was dazed from the hit.