Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 342: Daytime Thoughts, Nighttime Dreams

Chapter 342: Chapter 342: Daytime Thoughts, Nighttime Dreams

Ayi?

That name seemed distant to Aunt Chunhua, and it took her quite a while to recall the youth who had been the epitome of Zhong Lingyuxiu.

In their village, they hadn’t produced such a handsome child in decades.

Aunt Chunhua spoke vaguely, "Back then, Ayi went up the mountain to gather Rock-climbing Ginger. There are many landslides during the summer rains. He accidentally fell from a cliff and was covered in blood, unconscious. Old Cheng was helpless and had to send him to the big hospital."

Rock-climbing Ginger is an extremely rare medicinal herb with the efficacy of generating muscles, strengthening bones, and pain relief, often found on steep cliffs.

The Chinese Medicine Community has a very descriptive nickname for it: "Bone-knitting Herb."

The implication is that even if bones were shattered to pieces, Rock-climbing Ginger could restore them to their original state.

"It’s such a pity for that boy, the hospital couldn’t save him! Later on, Old Cheng brought back his urn and buried it on the back hill."

By the time Qiao Xi rushed back home, she was met only with the tragic news.

What followed was a hasty burial. Ayi had hardly any relatives or friends, and even the funeral was incredibly simple.

Once she started, Aunt Chunhua kept talking without stopping.

Qiao Xi heaved a deep sigh—she had mistaken the person.

How could someone come back to life after death!

At that time, she wasn’t in the village. But Rock-climbing Ginger was something she had mentioned. She had read about this miraculous herb in "Quanzhou Materia Medica" and casually mentioned she wanted to see it.

She couldn’t have expected...

This was the deepest, most painful, and guilt-ridden regret in Qiao Xi’s heart.

She felt that she was the one who had caused his death.

That’s why she had repented countless times in her dreams.

If only she hadn’t mentioned Rock-climbing Ginger back then, would Ayi have never gone up the mountain?

"Miss Qiao, why are you asking about him? He’s been dead for so many years, are you still thinking about him?" Aunt Chunhua said with a sigh, "It’s true. He carried you down the snowy mountain step by step back then, during the year of the avalanche, a lot of people got injured."

They were childhood playmates with a profound bond.

Qiao Xi felt a bit down, "Just mentioning it in passing. Aunt Chunhua, if you see Grandpa Cheng, please remind him to give me a call."

"Alright."

After Qiao Xi finished the call with Aunt Chunhua, the daylight outside slowly dimmed.

Through the glass window, one could see the sky filled with twilight. The room was serene, and Qiao Xi lay on her side in the big bed, watching the twilight fade away slowly, the light becoming dim, and the moon rising gradually.

The street lamps in the villa area lit up one by one.

Qiao Xi didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, her head heavy and her abdomen aching.

She descended into a nightmare, with a cold sweat on her forehead.

She dreamed again of that day when heaven and earth shattered! The day she heard Ayi had died!

If the sky had fallen, it would not have been an exaggeration!

Her lips were white and dry, her complexion pale, and she murmured that name foggy.

...

When night fell,

Huo Xingzhou arrived home and Aunt Qian said, "The Young Madam came back very exhausted and went to rest in her room. I didn’t call her for dinner, Young Master, you should go find her so that we can start eating."

"Hmm."

Huo Xingzhou placed his coat on the rack and strode towards the staircase.

Qiao Xi was a very polite person, who would appear at mealtime on her own and certainly wouldn’t keep Aunt Qian waiting.

Huo Xingzhou gently pushed open the door of the master bedroom and entered, hearing the woman’s low murmuring. Only when he approached the bed did he clearly hear the name she was calling out.

It was Ayi.

It had been quite some time since he had heard this name in her dreams.

He reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, which did not glare too strongly, and saw at once her sweaty, pained expression. Huo Xingzhou’s expression changed slightly as he took the back of his hand to feel her forehead’s temperature, which wasn’t particularly hot.

No fever.

"Qiao Xi."

His voice was very light and gentle, as if he was afraid of waking her up.

Huo Xingzhou wrung out a washcloth to wipe her cheeks, and Qiao Xi was awakened by that warm touch.

She slowly opened her sleepy eyes.

Her eyes were full of red blood vessels.

The moment she saw Huo Xingzhou, it was like all the grievances in her heart were triggered.

With a cry in her voice, she said, "Husband, my stomach hurts."

This was an ailment that had lingered from ten years ago, which even after so many years of care, had still not fully healed. Whenever her period came, her stomach felt as if it were being cut with a knife. Today, she saw Young Master Zhong, and in a trance, she forgot the date and even drank a large glass of iced mint water.

After returning home, that pain became fierce.

She was pulled into an endless abyss.

Huo Xingzhou extended his warm hand to her abdomen, gently rubbing it: "I’ll have Aunt Qian make you some brown sugar ginger tea, or, even more effective, you could take a painkiller."

Qiao Xi’s cheeks were pale, and she said with a trembling voice, "Brown sugar ginger water is fine, painkillers shouldn’t be taken too often."

"Alright."

Huo Xingzhou didn’t leave, but instead used the bedside internal phone to ask Aunt Qian to prepare it well.

He also turned up the room temperature a bit.

Qiao Xi lay in bed, watching him silently do all these little things, and he even found a hot water bottle, filled it with water, and tucked it against her abdomen. The rapturous pain inside her body eased a lot all at once.

"Does it feel better now?"

"Mhmm."

Qiao Xi obediently nodded her head.

A shadow crossed the depths of Huo Xingzhou’s eyes as he wiped her fingers with a moist towel, casually asking with downcast eyes, "Did you have a nightmare just now?"

A watery sheen emerged from Qiao Xi’s eyes, her gaze full of sorrow: "It was a nightmare, but also something that happened in reality."

She vividly dreamt of the day she learned of Ayi’s death.

Huo Xingzhou spoke gently: "I heard you calling his name, it seems he held great importance in your heart. If he were alive..."

His lips curved slightly.

If that person named Ayi were still alive, Huo Xingzhou was not sure whom Qiao Xi would choose.

"He’s dead," Qiao Xi spoke slowly, "I made a phone call to Aunt Chunhua; all the villagers saw him being buried. I also hoped he was alive, so he could witness the beauty of this world."

Tears fell from the corners of her eyes, as she seemed especially prone to cry when feeling vulnerable.

Knock knock.

"Young master, Young Madam. I’m coming in..."

Aunt Qian walked in from the door with a tray in hand, and she said to Qiao Xi, "Young Madam didn’t eat dinner, so I made brown sugar ginger chicken eggs. I figure you probably can’t eat anything else.

"Thank you, Aunt Qian."

Qiao Xi said weakly.

"What’s all this thanks between us," Aunt Qian replied as she helped her sit up, handing over the bowl and chopsticks.

Qiao Xi ate bite by bite, and as the food settled in her stomach, a warmth spread through her body.

After watching her finish, Aunt Qian said, "Eat your fill and have a good sleep, and by morning you’ll feel much better."

She took the bowl and chopsticks away.

Huo Xingzhou stayed with Qiao Xi in the room for a while, watching her close her eyes, tired once again.

Then he left the bedroom, walked out to the corridor, and made a phone call to Huo Sijiao.

On the other end of the phone, Huo Sijiao, who was applying a facial mask, sprang up immediately when she saw it was him calling, her tone extremely flattering.

"My respected, great brother, are you calling me with some instructions?"

Huo Xingzhou’s tone was very cold: "You went out to eat with your sister-in-law today, did you meet anyone special?"

As the saying goes, what occupies the mind during the day will appear in your dreams at night.

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