Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 355: Qiao Xi, I am Your Husband

Chapter 355: Chapter 355: Qiao Xi, I am Your Husband

It was Zhong Yi and Xiang Mingzhu!

Xiang Mingzhu looked aggrieved, tears still hanging at the corners of her eyes. Her beautiful eyes conveyed deep emotions as she gazed at the mysterious nobleman from the Imperial Capital, words seemingly on the verge of escaping her lips but never quite making it.

Qiao Xi’s gaze grew colder, and suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on the back of her hand.

"Hiss."

She involuntarily inhaled a breath of cold air, her eyes reddening physiologically as she looked at the composed man.

Huo Xingzhou held an alcohol swab in his hand, his handsome face remarkably aloof.

He lowered his head and gently blew on the tiny wound on the back of her hand, "Does it still hurt?"

Qiao Xi shook her head.

She glanced outside and noticed that Xiang Mingzhu had gotten into Young Master Zhong’s Cullinan.

The beauty wept, and as her admirer, Young Master Zhong must comfort her somewhat. Whether it was a date or a fleeting romantic encounter tonight, Qiao Xi didn’t know.

A faint resentment stirred in Qiao Xi’s heart, perhaps because his face resembled Ayi’s too much.

It made her discontent when he did such things.

She shouldn’t be so affected!

Huo Xingzhou’s voice grew even colder, "Haven’t you seen enough? Am I not enough for you?"

He didn’t like seeing her captivated by another man.

Qiao Xi leaned closer, looking at his dark expression, "Jealous again? Lately, Aunt Qian hasn’t even needed to add vinegar when she cooks—the Huo Family produces and consumes it specially."

In Huo Xingzhou’s eyes, a stormy darkness churned, but his face remained utterly impassive, "Don’t be coquettish; I don’t fall for that."

Qiao Xi threw herself into his arms and said softly, "I’m just concerned about the relationship between Young Master Zhong and Xiang Mingzhu. I fear they might be up to something, scheming against me behind my back. That’s why I looked at him a bit more!"

She looked up at him deeply, "I’ve observed them carefully! Young Master Zhong’s temper isn’t as good as President Huo’s, nor does he match President Huo’s looks! His love life is a complete mess, nowhere near as sincere and devoted as President Huo’s! I already have the best man; why would I notice the wildflowers by the roadside?"

"Who knows what you think inside?" Huo Xingzhou gently pushed her away, his body relaxing against the leather seat.

He crossed his arms, his face bearing a trace of boundless arrogance and aloofness.

Qiao Xi sensed he wasn’t really angry; she tried to suppress her smiling lips, "During the competition, Shen Xuanzhi helped me. I thought he was just being nice, but as I was leaving, he told me he took money to avoid disasters. Who do you think paid him?"

Her heart was sweet with anticipation.

She had long guessed the truth.

But she hoped to hear it from the man before her.

Huo Xingzhou turned his head, giving her a shallow, fleeting glance, "What do you think?"

"I think... it was you."

Her eyes shined bright, filled with flecks of mirth as she earnestly said, "Who else could it be? This is Haicheng, who else could act against me right under your watch?"

Huo Xingzhou let out a soft chuckle, pinched her nose, and said as he watched her proud little expression.

"The Shen Family is in decline and needs money, and I just so happen to have a lot of money. It was a coincidence that Shen Xuanzhi helped you; if Xiang Mingzhu and the others were willing to compete fairly, then Shen Xuanzhi wouldn’t have intervened."

Qiao Xi took over, "So Shen Xuanzhi was a chess piece you placed, and since Li Songwen was helping Xiang Mingzhu, he helped me. You guys had already studied the rules of the conference thoroughly?"

Huo Xingzhou tossed the alcohol swab aside, took an ointment, and started applying it on the small wound on her hand, "As your husband, I should always consider everything thoroughly for you."

"How do you know Shen Xuanzhi will definitely agree to help you?" Huo Xingzhou spoke solemnly, "He lacks money and despises the Lu Family. Moreover, when we were in the countryside, Mr. Cheng mentioned that he and Shen Xuanzhi’s grandfather were very good friends back in the day; but now, the Shen Family is left with nothing but orphans and widows." He guessed there must be some hidden truth, the downfall of the Shen Family couldn’t be separated from the Lu Family. "My husband is so smart!" Qiao Xi’s smile bloomed like a flower, "You really helped me out a lot! Without Shen Xuanzhi, I would have lost. The person humiliated on that high podium would have been me, and even Grandpa Cheng would have been criticized." Huo Xingzhou gripped her slender fingers, "Qiao Xi, I know better than anyone. You don’t want to lose, and you can’t afford to lose. Thus, I will use every possible way to make sure you don’t lose." Qiao Xi looked deeply into his eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his thin lips. ...

In the night, a Cullinan was speeding along. Xiang Mingzhu’s tears fell like pearls, and she cried with such skill that it tugged at anyone’s heartstrings. "Young Master Zhong, once the news reaches the Imperial Capital, my uncle will definitely scold me." The man sitting half a meter away from her pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, "Wipe your tears. I can’t stand seeing a woman cry." This statement sounded like something a playboy would say. Even Wan Jiang sitting in the front couldn’t help but twitch his lips. Their exceptionally disciplined Young Master Zhong, how adept he was at flirting with women. A man’s mouth, deceitful as a ghost. Xiang Mingzhu took the tissue and gently dabbed her tears, "Young Master Zhong, what should I do?" Young Master Zhong, with his legs casually bent, said, "You were the first to provoke and make bets, turning the matter into public knowledge. Now that you have lost, you can only admit defeat. Anyone with eyes can see how formidable the Lu Family’s ’Ghostly Thirteen Needles’ are, and the Cheng Family has been declining for years; those few words you said won’t shake the Lu Family’s status." His eyes were deep as he looked at her and said, "As long as you win everyone in the final competition, even Lu Yingxue. Then, won’t the rumors fall apart naturally? Mingzhu, am I right?" He called her "Mingzhu," his voice clear and refreshing as a mountain spring. Xiang Mingzhu initially only liked his looks and family background, but after several interactions, she fell for him for real. Such a charming man, how could she resist him? No wonder the otherworldly, fairy-like Lu Yingxue liked Zhong Yi. Xiang Mingzhu slowly nodded, "You’re right, I still have a chance. It doesn’t sit right with me; how could Shen Xuanzhi help Qiao Xi? She was nearly finished." She frowned, her heart not content. It was just one step away. A cold smirk flashed in the depths of Zhong Yi’s eyes, "If you can persuade Li Songwen to help you, of course, she can make Shen Xuanzhi help her. The rules are made for people to abide by and to be used." Xiang Mingzhu held her breath in vexation, "It was my oversight! I didn’t expect the bet to blow up in the forum, that someone would actually help Qiao Xi! The preliminary round of the Needling Conclave was not strict. This won’t happen in the final competition in the Imperial Capital." "Hmm." Zhong Yi’s gaze shifted outside the window, responding nonchalantly. Xiang Mingzhu’s gaze flickered as she glanced at him over and over again. The car stopped at the entrance of the hotel where Xiang Mingzhu was staying. She reached out her finger and gently tugged at Zhong Yi’s sleeve, her charming face wearing a smile mixed with a hint of temptation. "Young Master Zhong, would you like to come up for a cup of coffee? I’m quite skilled at brewing coffee."