Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 415: You Want a Son, I’ll Give You One

Chapter 415: Chapter 415: You Want a Son, I’ll Give You One

Old Chen, clutching the rooster, stood frozen in shock.

Blood?

There were actually bloodstains left inside; lying was not his forte.

Old Chen moved closer to Qiao Xi, looking at the crimson stains on the little pot as he said, "Young Madam, I really don’t know what happened here. Could it be that the chicken was injured? It was jumping around in the car for a long time, maybe it scraped its skin."

Qiao Xi stared at him until his scalp tingled.

Old Chen quickly added, "I’ll call Young Master Zhong and ask him to come back."

He couldn’t afford to say another word before Young Master Zhong returned.

The Young Madam was too sharp; she actually noticed something was amiss.

She was a doctor, after all, and could surely tell human blood from chicken blood.

How did Young Master Zhong even get blood into the car?

It was also his fault for not cleaning up properly—how could he have anticipated the Young Madam returning so early?

Qiao Xi let him make the call.

She would see what explanation they could give her.

Qiao Xi moved the items from the trunk inside; Aunt Qian heard the noise and quickly came out to take over.

"Young Madam, must have been a hard trip for you, right? Why didn’t Young Master come back with you?"

"Him? He went to the company to deal with some things first. He should be back soon."

Qiao Xi glanced at the clock on the wall; it was almost time to get off work.

"Well, that’s perfect, we can have dinner at home. I’ll prepare some of these local products and stir fry a few dishes. Look, there’s even cured meat. It’s been many years since I last had traditionally smoked meat. I’ll give it a try."

Aunt Qian, genuinely pleased to see these local products, was given the opportunity to show off her cooking skills.

Qiao Xi chuckled and said, "The pickled bamboo shoots and stinky mandarin fish are what Old Chen likes. He said he wants you to make him pickled bamboo shoots stewed with lamb one of these days."

She discreetly wiped the bloodstain with a tissue before handing it to Aunt Qian, keeping the tissue with the bloodstain clutched in her hand.

"That works too. These things smell sour and stinky, but they taste refreshing and appetizing."

Aunt Qian, clearly a fan, took the little pot weighing several pounds, looked at it again and again, and even opened the lid to take a sniff, her eyes crinkling into a smile.

An hour later.

Huo Xingzhou and Old Chen sat in the living room, Old Chen shifting uneasily, while Huo Xingzhou leisurely sipped his hot tea.

Qiao Xi looked at them and said, "Give me an explanation, how could there be human blood in the trunk. Those uniformed checkpoint officers, they must have been searching for someone."

Old Chen looked at Huo Xingzhou, hoping he would provide a reasonable excuse.

Huo Xingzhou, holding his teacup, took a sip and said, "There was a person hidden in the trunk."

"Who?"

The thought of a fourth person present in the car made Qiao Xi’s skin crawl.

Huo Xingzhou calmly stated, "It was an old friend of Old Chen, who’s always lived on the edge and got injured; he had no choice but to seek refuge with him. Fearing you’d be scared, we let him stay in the trunk."

"Yes, it’s my friend!"

Old Chen chimed in.

He and Young Master Zhong knew each other; they were friends.

Qiao Xi frowned slightly, looking at them, questioning their unconvincing lie.

Huo Xingzhou reached out to grab her wrist and pulled her into his arms, sitting her on his lap as he whispered, "You know what Old Chen used to do. I’ll need his old friends to help me in the future, so of course, we had to lend a hand this time."

Qiao Xi murmured, "Are they involved in illegal activities?"

"No. Those in uniforms have been bribed, and they’ll be suspended and investigated soon."

"How badly is Old Chen’s friend injured?"

Huo Xingzhou answered, "It’s an external wound; he should be fine. Old Chen’s already sent him to the hospital for treatment."

He had originally intended to find evidence of Zhong Yi’s identity and confess to her.

It was something he should have told her.

But now, it looked like until Zhong Lingxiao, the eldest son of the Zhong Family, had not completely lost his power, he couldn’t tell her.

Zhong Lingxiao was ruthless and valued human life very little. If he could send someone to assassinate Zhong Yi, how could he possibly care about a mere Qiao Xi?

Qiao Xi said softly, "That’s good."

But she still harbored a seed of doubt; the reason Huo Xingzhou had concocted didn’t fit. She was a doctor and had seen many gruesome scenes—how could she be afraid of an injured person?

Huo Xingzhou patted her shoulder and said, "Don’t overthink it, it’s time for dinner."

"Okay."

...

In the night.

In the 22nd-floor ward of Haicheng City Central Hospital.

Zhong Yi lay in his hospital gown propped up on the bed, with Wan Jiang peeling an orange for him.

"Young Master Zhong, I’ve already spread the fake news that you’re hospitalized with a cold and fever. They must know about it in the Imperial Capital by now, and I guess the eldest son is fuming. He didn’t manage to kill you this time, so his chances will be even fewer in the future."

Zhong Lingxiao must have received the news that he was still alive.

Just a simple comparison before and after would make it evident that it was Huo Xingzhou who had brought him back to the city.

"If he can’t kill me, then I must find a way to kill him. After all, one of us has to die," Zhong Yi said softly as he peeled a segment of the orange and ate it.

His complexion was pale, but his brows and eyes were like a stark ink painting of mountains and rivers, those eyes deeply black.

"Where is Lin Xifei?"

"Outside, do you want me to call her in?" Wan Jiang understood Young Master Zhong’s character too well—when he felt uncomfortable, he wanted to torment others.

This time, he has fallen into Lin Xifei’s hands, and he would surely hold a grudge.

"Bring her in."

"Yes."

Wan Jiang stood up to open the door and had the bodyguards bring Lin Xifei in.

Lin Xifei did not look very well. She had been blocked from leaving the hotel and even had her phone confiscated. At that time, she had guessed that Zhong Yi might still be alive, and now seeing him in person, she was even more frightened.

She had heard quite a bit about the methods of this illegitimate child of the Zhong Family.

"Zhong... Young Master Zhong, I don’t know what important matter you have in summoning me here," Lin Xifei’s voice trembled.

Zhong Yi smiled as he looked up, noble yet dangerous, "Miss Lin, don’t you know why I’ve called you here? You almost killed me. What benefits did Zhong Lingxiao offer you to make you so devotedly loyal?"

Lin Xifei shrank back in fear, "Young Master Zhong, I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

Wan Jiang slapped her across the face, "You know what you’ve done. Does our Young Master Zhong need to spell it out?"

"Ah!"

Lin Xifei stumbled from the hit and was then firmly held down by the bodyguards.

Tears welled in her eyes, some hint of despair showing through.

On one hand, she hoped Zhong Yi would fear the power of Zhong Lingxiao and let her go; on the other, she felt that since Zhong Yi had captured her, he was capable of anything.

Zhong Yi stood up and slowly walked over to her.

With a teasing touch, he lifted her chin, admiring the beauty of her face that the entertainment industry called "once-in-a-century," and chuckled.

Lin Xifei was startled, seeing only his reflection in her eyes.

The Zhong Family had always produced beauties, and this Young Master Zhong’s features were even more striking than those of Zhong Lingxiao. He had stunned many a rich heiress with his appearance in the past, and up close, he was even more bewitching.

In such a dire situation, she couldn’t help but be distracted.

He said, "Lin Xifei, I heard you want to have a son? I’ll give you one, how about that?"

Her physiological heartbeat quickened.