Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 384: Qiao Xi, I Want to See the Moon Tonight

Chapter 384: Chapter 384: Qiao Xi, I Want to See the Moon Tonight

Huo Xingzhou said softly, "I owe you an apology for Xu Xingluo’s incident. I anticipated her appearance but did nothing to stop it. Although there was no real harm done, it still ruined your birthday banquet."

Qiao Xi shook her head, "What you ruined was the birthday dinner of Young Master Huo’s wife, not Qiao Xi’s birthday."

Holding up the blue and white porcelain soup bowl, she said with a slight lift, "This is my birthday, you’ve spent a very unforgettable one with me."

"With you by my side, a bowl of clear soup noodles is more than enough for my birthday."

She had never been one to chase after material possessions.

This was also her first time falling in love with a man, unsure of how to be with another half. But if two people could simply be together, living unpretentiously, that must be happiness, right?

Huo Xingzhou stretched out his finger and gently tapped her nose, "Get ready to wash up."

Qiao Xi rubbed her stomach and said, "I want to see the moon."

She was still thinking about the fireworks he had set off, the fireworks were now gone, but the moon was still there.

Huo Xingzhou looked at her.

Deeply.

A very light laugh escaped his throat as he said, "I also want to see the moon."

His eyes were like the placid waters of a lake in the night, seemingly calm, yet a closer look revealed the whirlpools beneath the surface.

An undercurrent surged.

Entwined threads of affection nearly wound her in.

She was sure that the moon he spoke of was definitely not the same one she referred to.

Qiao Xi’s ears heated up slightly, restraining herself from smiling as she asked, "How do you want to see the moon?"

His voice laced with seduction, he answered with eyes dark as lacquer, "I want to see if there’s a jade rabbit on the moon, how Wu Gang cuts the cassia tree, and to see if the moon would surrender to me."

The air was brewing with lingering affection.

He reached out and lifted her up, and Qiao Xi instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, "What are you doing?"

His voice was so hoarse it was unrecognizable, "You want to see the moon, wait to see the full moon in a while. Tonight, let me gaze at the moon first."

He deftly carried her into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water could be heard.

The bedroom’s sheer curtains floated, the fragmented moonlight spilling all over.

Huo Xingzhou had watched the moon all night.

...

The next day.

Qiao Xi slept until noon.

When she opened her bleary eyes, she stared blankly at the ceiling, her consciousness taking a while to gather. Last night’s Huo Xingzhou had been somewhat fierce.

She didn’t know how she fell asleep.

The phrase "my moon forever hangs unsetting" kept flashing in her mind; she almost yielded last night.

Qiao Xi lifted the light silk quilt, stood up with limbs feeling sore, her body heavy. Both the master bedroom and bathroom had been tidied clean, yesterday’s casually torn off clothes and headpieces were nowhere to be seen.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

It was always hard to imagine Huo Xingzhou, a man of such a kind, covering up after doing something ridiculous, trying to avoid being discovered by Aunt Qian, somewhat adorable.

He was decisive and commanding in the business world, yet clumsy with household matters.

Qiao Xi took a loose, modern-styled long dress from the dressing room and put it on, the cool fabric comfortable against her skin. She fastened both buttons and the small standing collar also helped cover any ambiguous marks on her neck.

After carefully checking herself in the full-length mirror, she finally went downstairs.

Aunt Qian was in the living room, unpacking a large pile of gift boxes and logging them in the register. When she saw her get up, she said, "Young Madam, I’ve prepared some red bean and glutinous rice balls for you. Have a bowl first to fill your stomach, and then you can have a proper meal later."

"Okay."

Qiao Xi served herself a bowl of red bean and glutinous rice balls soup while watching Aunt Qian bustle around.

"Are these all gifts from last night?" she asked.

Aunt Qian said, "Yes. I’ve already gone through some of the gift lists with Old Chen. Some valuable gifts from people who aren’t very close we decided to return. They couldn’t get an invitation, yet insisted on sending gifts, hoping to gain presence in front of the young master for potential cooperation."

She had Old Chen send them back.

The Huo Family didn’t just accept anything.

"The remaining gifts are from guests who need to be carefully considered. Some are high-ranked, some we’ve had long collaborations with, and some are relatives. Look, even Old Sir Huo specifically sent someone with a gift."

Naturally, Aunt Qian’s mention of Old Sir Huo referred to Old Sir Huo.

Huo Xingzhou’s relationship with the Huo Family was now somewhat ambiguous and unclear. Initially, ties had been cut, and they hadn’t been mended, but with the meddling of the main family gone, the second family and Old Sir Huo could sometimes exchange a few words.

"Young Madam, you should be the one opening these gifts, but the young master specifically instructed me this morning before heading to the company to sort them out. I took care of the less important ones. What’s left are these. Why don’t you have a go?"

Aunt Qian made room for her, and despite saying there were only some left, they were piled up like a small mountain.

Qiao Xi finished a bowl of red bean and glutinous rice balls soup and plopped down on the carpet, calling Aunt Qian over to help handle them.

The two got along as if they were mother and daughter, huddling together and sharing laughs.

The gift from Old Sir Huo was proper and very valuable—a collectible calligraphy and painting.

"Young Madam, let’s hang this painting in the study. It looks auspicious..." Aunt Qian placed the painting case aside.

It was a picture of pomegranates, symbolizing plentiful offspring.

"Okay."

Qiao Xi opened the gifts from Huo Sijiao and Shu Xue, then quickly closed the gift box, feeling her ears burning. Aunt Qian curiously asked, "What happened? What did the young ladies send?"

"Nothing much, just some daily necessities. I’ll take them back to my room later."

She pushed their gift boxes back to prevent Aunt Qian from unpacking them.

Aunt Qian, seeing through her pretense but not saying anything, chuckled at the idea of daily necessities.

She picked up a valuable purple sandalwood box and said, "This is a gift from the Imperial Capital’s Zhong family. Just the box looks expensive." Aunt Qian had been with the Huo Family for many years and had higher standards than the average nouveau riche.

Naturally, she could tell.

When Qiao Xi heard her mention the Zhong family, her eyes flickered and she looked over.

Upon opening the intricately carved purple sandalwood box, inside was a bright red velvet cushion cradling a round and shiny mutton fat jade Peace Lock. The Peace Lock looked very delicate, clearly designed for women.

"Wow, this is not cheap. It’s warm, smooth, and slippery to the touch. Young Madam, why don’t you feel it?"

Qiao Xi leaned over and touched it.

Indeed, it felt like silky goose grease, very luxurious.

She immediately pulled out her phone to check the market price for mutton fat jade, as well as the prices at major auction houses.

Seeing those auction houses selling pieces of lower quality for millions, she knew the gift from Young Master Zhong was very valuable.

This one, she feared, might not be acceptable to keep.

Qiao Xi sent Huo Xingzhou a message, explaining the situation and also sent a photo of the mutton fat jade for him to appraise. When she got the reply that it was valued at five million, the Peace Lock felt even hotter in her hands.

She inquired as to whether such a gift should be returned.

He quickly sent back a voice message.

Qiao Xi clicked on it and listened to his voice, calm and deep.