Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 382: Qiao Xi, You Are Destined to Be Mine

Chapter 382: Chapter 382: Qiao Xi, You Are Destined to Be Mine

Qiao Xi’s sleepiness had completely vanished, her mind was crystal clear.

Xu Xingluo was intent on dying, she even had a talk with Huo Xingzhou before her death. Qiao Xi didn’t know what they had said, but she was certain Xu Xingluo loved Huo Xingzhou.

She loved him so much that she wanted to die on this day, to be eternally remembered by Huo Xingzhou!

Qiao Xi tightly pursed her lips.

The car stopped right in front of the small villa. Huo Xingzhou, pulling Qiao Xi with him, got out of the car and turned back to instruct, "Old Chen, take Zhou Yu home."

"Alright, Young Master."

Huo Xingzhou led Qiao Xi by the hand into the house where Aunt Qian came out to greet them, "Young Master, you surely didn’t eat much at the banquet, did you? I’ll go to the kitchen and prepare something."

"Hmm."

Aunt Qian left for the kitchen.

"Let’s go, upstairs," he said, his tone calm, yet peaking of great restraint.

Qiao Xi followed behind him, her emotions complex. On a day that should have been joyful, the news of Xu Xingluo’s death swept that joy away.

In the master bedroom.

Huo Xingzhou seemed unaware of Qiao Xi’s mood, casually taking off his suit jacket and hanging it up. The constant temperature glass kettle contained warm water, with steam condensing into droplets that slid down the side of the kettle.

He took the kettle, poured a cup of warm water, and put it in Qiao Xi’s hands.

"You drank some wine at the dinner and must be feeling dry. Have some warm water first."

"Okay."

Qiao Xi held the glass with both hands and took a few sips.

She looked obedient and remained silent, not voicing the doubts in her heart.

A whirlwind of thoughts, unsure where to start.

Huo Xingzhou reached out and, with the pad of his finger, wiped the moisture from the corner of her mouth, "I’ll give you some time to ask anything you want to know. Tonight, I have something very important to do."

"Can I ask anything?"

Qiao Xi looked up at him.

A man like him undoubtedly had his secrets.

"Ask anything."

"Xu Xingluo died today, what are your thoughts?" Qiao Xi considered today an important day—it was the birthday Granny Qiao had given her. Yet Xu Xingluo had chosen this day to die.

The man took a sip of water and said, "Every day, thousands of people die around the world, what thoughts should I have? Her choice to die is a kind of escape, otherwise, given her prideful and arrogant character, grinding away in prison every day would have truly driven her mad."

He showed no fluctuation in emotion.

To him, Xu Xingluo had become a stranger.

Besides, there was no longer any life debt to consider.

Huo Xingzhou did not dwell on the favors Xu Xingluo had requested over the past ten years, to tolerate her using his life-saving grace for her benefit was already a tremendous leniency.

"What... did you two talk about when you were alone in the room?"

Qiao Xi’s apricot eyes fixedly looked at him.

"Zhou Yu was there too, it wasn’t a private meeting," Huo Xingzhou said casually, sitting down on the sofa beside her, placing the glass on the coffee table, "She asked about the avalanche that happened ten years ago."

Huo Xingzhou’s gaze was focused, looking at her.

With a hint of concealed affection.

"The avalanche? Do you mean the incident where Xu Xingluo saved you?" Qiao Xi had always been bothered by Xu Xingluo’s insistence on this matter; people even said that Huo Xingzhou was ungrateful.

The debt of a life was significant.

"She didn’t save me."

Huo Xingzhou’s voice was gentle and slow, his eyes warm as they trailed off.

Looking at the black glass vase on the coffee table with two delicate, dewy white roses, he said, "Have I never told you in detail about what happened ten years ago?"

Qiao Xi nodded.

His fingertip gently lifted the petal of the white rose, the one with its thorns trimmed. With refined elegance, he said, "Ten years ago, I went camping with friends in Moon Village. We were caught in an avalanche and ended up trapped in a dark icy cave. It was pitch black, and I thought I was going to die."

Qiao Xi listened with slightly parted red lips, her back straight as he continued.

"I remember someone held me, warmed me with their body for a long time. I didn’t see her face." His fingers brushed over the pruned rose stem as he turned to ask her.

Qiao Xi, ten years ago. You were only twelve, weren’t you?

The young boy and girl Xu Xingluo saw in the snow must have been her and "Ayi".

Qiao Xi stared, incredulous.

"Xu Xingluo said something very true."

Qiao Xi’s breath was light, her voice soft, "What did she say?"

"All encounters are not by chance, they’re destined," Huo Xingzhou leaned in close, his breath scorching, "Can you tell me who the girl that saved me is?"

Who was it?

It was her.

Ten years ago, she had been up on the mountain to gather herbs.

She had encountered someone in the cave, who seemed to be suffering from hypothermia, so she had tried her best to warm him. But she had overestimated her strength and ended up shivering uncontrollably, nearly fainting.

She only remembered being in the cave on the snowy mountain, warming each other up with a young boy, as if in a fantasy, not knowing if it really happened or if it was a dream.

Later, she followed Ayi back to the village, called for help, and then passed out. She had fever for many days, became weak for a long time, and ended up with the chronic pain of dysmenorrhea.

She heard that no one died in the avalanche, only some were injured.

She then lost interest and rarely recalled that night.

But Qiao Xi never imagined that by sheer coincidence, she had saved Huo Xingzhou when he was young.

Despite being married for so long, they had never mentioned it, truly a twist of fate.

"Are you telling the truth?" She was still somewhat doubtful.

Why was it such a coincidence!

"It’s a lie." Huo Xingzhou teased her, "If I said it was all a lie, would you believe me?"

Qiao Xi glared at him annoyedly but was then pulled into his arms.

He deposited delicate kisses on her cheeks, no longer hiding his emotions like in the banquet hall.

His overwhelming kisses nearly suffocated her.

Her lips tingled slightly, her eyelashes fluttered, gazing into his eyes as deep and cold as an autumnal pool.

She saw the seriousness and devotion within.

"Qiao Xi, I held back the whole way, on the cruise ship I wanted to hold you tight, just like ten years ago! I was thinking how lucky I am," Huo Xingzhou said in a hoarse voice.

She might never understand how tumultuous his heart was the moment he guessed the truth.

Like a hurricane sweeping up massive waves, a hundred-meter-high crest crashed over him, that uncontrollable joy and love came surging forth.

It was fate.

It was a bond that could never be broken.

Even if Xu Xingluo and Zhong Yi tried to interfere, it was a fate solid as a fortress!

Moisture filled the bottom of Qiao Xi’s eyes, his kisses deep with affection.

She couldn’t help but succumb.

"Huo Xingzhou, how can there be such coincidences in this world?"

They were people from two different worlds, yet had repeated intersections at different times.

Huo Xingzhou yanked off his tie and tossed it aside, his Adam’s apple moving, "Because you are my redemption."

He enjoyed the feeling of conquest over her, loved that she had eyes only for him.

"Xu Xingluo has been your lifesaver for ten years."

Qiao Xi’s clear eyes looked at him, with a touch of relief, "I’m glad you didn’t end up with her."

It was a close call!

If not for that car accident, he might have married Xu Xingluo.

But Qiao Xi also felt sorry for him having that accident, suffering so much.

Huo Xingzhou’s fingertips stroked her cheek, his presence dominantly pressed against her, his eyes displaying an untamed torrent of emotion, "Without the accident, something else might have kept me from being with someone else."

"Qiao Xi, the matchmaker god must have tied many red strings on us. You are meant to be mine."

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