Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 396: Qiao Xi, You Should Live in the Light

Chapter 396: Chapter 396: Qiao Xi, You Should Live in the Light

Shen Xuanzhi walked past as if he hadn’t seen her.

Huo Sijiao stood rooted to the spot, her expression frozen.

"Shen Xuanzhi!"

She turned around and shouted loudly.

The man slowly stopped and looked at her with a heavy gaze, as if asking what she wanted.

He was not a traditionally handsome man, nor as delicately noble as Zhong Yi, but resembled a desolate pine shrouded in a hint of sickness, his complexion morbidly pale.

This face was enduring to look at.

His back was always straight, usually expressionless, yet conveyed an unmistakable chill.

It seemed like nothing could move him.

He probably had never been accustomed to accepting others’ kindness.

He asked, "What is it?"

Huo Sijiao gathered her courage and said, "Do you need help? Shall I get you some water so you can go back to your room and take care of your mother? Didn’t my sister-in-law say you need to take out the needle yourself?"

"Does the young miss know where the hospital’s water room is?" His tone was mild, yet always seemed mocking.

Huo Sijiao felt a surge of competitiveness in her heart, "Don’t underestimate me, I certainly know where the hospital’s water room is. I have helped my sister-in-law quite a lot."

She reached out to grab the kettle but ended up grasping his hand.

It was unexpectedly cool.

"Shen Xuanzhi, I feel that since you helped my sister-in-law last time, we in the Huo family are grateful and return favors. So that’s why I’m helping you, nothing more."

Their hands both rested on the kettle, neither pulling away.

Huo Sijiao noticed that there was a string of small Bodhi rosary beads on his wrist, round and thick, the color deep like lacquer.

Did he still believe in Buddhism?

Shen Xuanzhi’s eyes, dark and profound, stared at her: "Didn’t the Huo family tell you, I took money for the service? Cough cough..."

"What?"

He forcefully took the kettle, covered his chest, and stepped forward, coughing as he walked toward the water room.

"Shen Xuanzhi!"

Huo Sijiao called out, "Do you really not remember me? Half a year ago..."

The gaunt man was unaffected, his steps unceasing, heading straight for the water room.

Huo Sijiao pouted, watching his retreating figure, feeling an unprecedented sense of being thoroughly ignored from her heart.

She refused to believe it, her fiery temper particularly liked to rise to a challenge!

Shen Xuanzhi entered the water room and his gaze fell on his right hand.

There seemed to be lingering warmth.

She had worn a very pleasant-smelling perfume, and her palm was burning hot, as if it could warm those around her.

Much prettier than that day.

Like a pampered rose in a royal garden, unsuitable for barren land.

...

Evening.

Qiao Xi got off work.

The rain outside had intensified, pouring down so heavily it nearly obstructed vision.

The hospital entrance was completely jammed on rainy days, with some undisciplined drivers incessantly honking.

The sound of rain, the drip of cars, added to the continuous cacophony of voices.

The sky was also enveloped by dark clouds, thoroughly black.

Huo Sijiao had left in the afternoon, saying something urgent had come up. Qiao Xi didn’t ask much, only feeling that she was very distracted today.

Qiao Xi walked to the entrance of the hospital outpatient clinic, looking at the congested traffic outside.

She thought that Old Chen’s car might not be able to get through either, so she should borrow an umbrella and wait for him in the shopping mall across the street.

She had just thought of this when she saw a man with an umbrella coming quickly in the pouring rain, stepping onto the platform.

Rain splashed onto his suit pants.

Through the misty rain, his handsome face was distinctly visible.

It was Huo Xingzhou.

A smile unconsciously lifted the corners of Qiao Xi’s lips as she watched him, her tone light, "How come you are here?"

"The rain is heavy, I came to pick you up."

His hand holding the black umbrella was pale and cold as he embraced her, "Let’s go."

Qiao Xi nestled in his arms, listening to the rain splattering loudly against the umbrella. It seemed like no matter how chaotic the outside world was, she had a warm place to hide.

Her heart beat a little faster, and even her heart felt warm.

Old Chen had parked the car in the temporary parking lot opposite the hospital, and hurriedly opened the car door when he saw them coming.

"Young Master, Young Madam. Hurry into the car, the rain outside is too heavy."

The rain was so heavy that Old Chen’s voice was both loud and shouting.

Huo Xingzhou gently pushed Qiao Xi onto the car, and she sat on the innermost side.

When Huo Xingzhou entered the car, his body carried traces of moisture. Half of his body was wet, as the umbrella had been tilted mostly towards Qiao Xi.

Qiao Xi quickly said, "Take off your coat. Old Chen, could you turn on the heating?"

"Of course, Young Madam."

Qiao Xi then rummaged through the glove compartment and handed him a clean towel.

Huo Xingzhou took off his suit jacket, and his white shirt was also wet, looking a bit see-through. He took the towel and wiped the water droplets off his body, but the shirt could not be dried.

Qiao Xi said, "Why don’t you take off the shirt too?"

As she finished speaking, the partition between the front and back seats snapped shut.

Old Chen tactfully refrained from looking at the couple. He was just a driver.

The atmosphere in the backseat suddenly became ambiguous.

Huo Xingzhou unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing his muscular physique. He handed the towel to Qiao Xi, "I can’t reach my back, help me."

He said it seriously and even turned his back towards her.

Qiao Xi took it, wiping his back, but her gaze drifted to the red mole almost hidden in his dress pants.

Qiao Xi forced herself to look away, her cheeks flushing. Even though she had already experienced the strength of his body, she still couldn’t help blushing.

Her thoughts began to wander.

With a parched throat, Qiao Xi changed the subject, "I met Shen Xuanzhi at the hospital today. His mother is ill and needs my help. I think he was taking money before to pay for his mother’s treatment."

Huo Xingzhou was well aware of the families in Haicheng, "The Shen family still has debts unpaid, and Shen Xuanzhi participated in the trial assembly to compete for the substantial prize money.

Over twenty years ago, Shen Xuanzhi’s father was framed and incurred debts. Even by selling their assets, the Shen family couldn’t overcome the debt. His father jumped from a building, and it caused quite a commotion back then. The Shen family has been poor and sickly ever since."

Huo Xingzhou glanced at Qiao Xi and said, "Don’t think he’s just a weak sickly person, his schemes and depth are not less than mine. Anyone could be used by him as a pawn. Such a person can only be a partner, not a confidant."

He reminded Qiao Xi because he was afraid she would be used by Shen Xuanzhi.

Qiao Xi grasped the key point, "Was the Shen family’s downfall orchestrated?"

"No evidence."

Since Huo Xingzhou said so, it meant he believed it too.

Qiao Xi’s voice was frosty, "If I had gone through such events, I’d also harbor hatred."

Her grandmother had died, and she harbored endless hatred.

No wonder Shen Xuanzhi carried an indelible gloom in his eyes, given that he bore the fate of his clan.

Huo Xingzhou held her hand, kissed her fingertips, "Qiao Xi, your hands are always meant for saving people."

Let him handle the dirty and sly tactics.

At least one of them must live clearly in the light; those people don’t deserve to stain her life.