Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 421: Young Master Zhong Hidden in the Trunk

Chapter 421: Chapter 421: Young Master Zhong Hidden in the Trunk

Hidden in the trunk of the Lincoln was not Old Chen’s friend.

But Young Master Zhong.

The fog was thick.

When and where had Young Master Zhong gotten into the car?

Qiao Xi recalled that Old Chen had stopped at many service areas along the way and had taken breaks outside the car. Which service area had he boarded the car at? Or had he been hiding in the trunk since the beginning, back in Moon Village?

And why was Young Master Zhong injured? He was clearly in the center of Haicheng City, so why did he appear outside the city?

Why had Huo Xingzhou saved him?

She tapped her head, feeling that she was about to see the truth clearly.

But that haze enveloped her, and she couldn’t figure out the key point no matter how hard she tried.

"Little Fairy? Miracle Doctor?" Sun Weimeng called out a few times, "Can you hear me boasting?"

Sun Weimeng had been bragging on the other end of the phone for a long time without any response.

Qiao Xi came back to her senses and said, "I heard it, thank you, Young Master Sun. You’ve helped me so much; I’ll treat you to a meal next time."

"Don’t mention it, you’ve helped me even more. I’ve heard there will be a contest soon, you can do it! I’ll go to the Imperial Capital too, to cheer for you at the scene!"

"Thank you, but that’s too much trouble. It’s very late today, so I’m going to hang up now."

After saying a word to Young Master Sun, Qiao Xi hung up the phone.

It was hard to imagine Young Master Sun going to the Imperial Capital, waving banners and shouting slogans; that would be so embarrassing for him.

She wasn’t even sure she could win the contest!

Such kindness was really too much to accept.

After the call ended, the noise of Sun Weimeng’s chatter ceased in her ear.

The room quieted down.

She also tried to untangle the threads, wanting to see clearly what medicine Huo Xingzhou and Zhong Yi were selling in their gourd, as he and Old Chen were in cahoots to hide the truth from her.

Huo Xingzhou did not want her to know something.

If she were to ask him again, she might only get another evasive excuse.

What exactly was it that made him so cautious too?

Qiao Xi closed her eyes, recalling all the details of driving to Moon Village.

That’s right!

Aunt Chunhua had mentioned that a young man had come to the village and gone up the mountain, but then she had been called away by Old Chen to sort out gifts and hadn’t continued listening.

Also, that night Huo Xingzhou and Old Chen had both said they were not used to the place they were staying; she thought it was because they couldn’t sleep in a different environment, but now it seemed there was another hidden reason.

Could it be that at that time, they had already made contact with Zhong Yi?

Had Zhong Yi gotten into the car in Moon Village?

Qiao Xi was startled; the idea that she had firmly suppressed, after denying it time and again, resurfaced in her mind.

She’d call Aunt Chunhua first!

To clarify the details, to ascertain whether the young man who arrived at Moon Village was indeed Zhong Yi!

In a rush of impulse, Qiao Xi flipped through her contacts, only to see the time displayed on her phone.

Half past one in the morning.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head; Aunt Chunhua would already be asleep at this time.

She’d wait some more!

At least until daybreak.

Qiao Xi lay in bed, feeling agitated for the first time. She attempted to send a message to Shu Xue, the night owl, trying to say something to distract herself, but this time Shu Xue did not reply.

A restless night.

...

On the other side of the bustling city.

Shu Xue was taking a shower.

She had drunk so much alcohol that evening and had fallen into a deep sleep for several hours, only to be woken up in the middle of the night by the need to pee. She had been brought to Zhou Yu’s house, where the master bedroom was silent without his voice.

Probably the smell of alcohol on her was too strong; he had gone to sleep in the secondary bedroom.

Shu Xue couldn’t bear the sour stench on her body, and she got up and went directly to the bathroom for a hot shower.

Behind the veil of steaming water from the showerhead, many thoughts flickered through her mind.

Once she finished showering and left the room,

she saw Zhou Yu sitting on the sofa of the master bedroom, with none of the room lights on. It was pitch-dark, only the outline of his figure becoming visible through the light seeping in from the outside.

Zhou Yu looked up at the sound of her movement, "I thought you might be hungry, so I prepared some late-night snacks. The housekeeping auntie isn’t here tonight, would frozen dumplings be okay?"

On the coffee table in front of the sofa was a bowl of hot dumplings, small in size, perfect for a single bite.

"That’s fine."

Shu Xue walked over and sat next to him, obediently eating the dumplings from the bowl. She wondered how many women had experienced Zhou Yu’s consideration in the middle of the night.

He appeared to be dissolute, but surely he must have a tender spot in his heart.

It’s a pity, though, that tender haven didn’t seem to belong to her. She shouldn’t have discovered those things in the storage room, nor should she delve into the name he had searched for on his phone.

"Shu Xue."

Zhou Yu’s tone carried a tinge of apology, "On Saturday, Tianyuan Group will host a designer salon at the big hotel, and I’m now responsible for the Future City project. The attending designers are all somewhat famous domestically and internationally, I might..."

A designer salon, which was more of a social cocktail party for the design industry, where like-minded individuals could engage in deep conversations, was more casual than formal meetings. You could enjoy wine and pastries while speaking freely.

As she ate her dumplings, Shu Xue said, "What coincidence! I just wanted to tell you that my parents are busy this weekend and can’t make it. We can schedule another time. It was a bit hasty when we talked about getting our marriage certificate, you haven’t even proposed to me."

She smiled at him.

Zhou Yu smiled in return, looking as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

Shu Xue lowered her head, Zhou Yu’s reaction was within her expectations. To Zhou Yu, it seemed, other than that person, everyone else was just a compromise.

She even guessed the reason why he didn’t marry.

"Next week, I’ll arrange to dine with your parents at Fuchun Garden. Then we can talk more about our marriage..."

"Whenever you are free is fine. I’m full now and want to take a walk around the neighborhood to digest. You should go to sleep first."

Shu Xue no longer felt such an urgent need to marry herself off.

"Zhou Yu, I’m thinking of moving back to stay with my parents. I don’t really want to live in that small apartment anymore. They’re getting older..."

Zhou Yu responded with a sound, "That’s fine."

...

The next day.

It was still dim outside.

Qiao Xi, who hadn’t slept all night, got up and reached out for her phone to call Aunt Chunhua in the countryside. The phone went unanswered for quite some time, leaving her inevitably feeling anxious and restless.

Qiao Xi went to the bathroom to freshen up, using cold water to fully wake herself.

She looked at her pale skin where the dark circles under her eyes stood out quite prominently and decided to thinly apply foundation as a base to cover them up. After leaving the room, she tried calling Aunt Chunhua again.

Still no answer.

Rural folks are busy in the mornings, maybe she didn’t have her phone with her.

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and walked downstairs.

Aunt Qian yawned as she came out of her room, seeing the clock on the wall indicate it was just six o’clock, realizing Qiao Xi had already gotten ready to come downstairs.

"Young Madam, you’re up so early? I haven’t made breakfast yet." Observing her expression, Aunt Qian said, "Young Madam, how about I make you a bowl of wontons? It’ll be quick."

"Alright, that would be nice. Thank you, Aunt Qian."

She occasionally glanced at her phone screen, still no calls.

Aunt Qian served the fresh and fragrant wontons, sprinkled with green onions and seaweed, contrasting with the celadon bowl and making it particularly appetizing.

"Thank you, Aunt Qian."

Qiao Xi thanked her and kept her eyes on the documentation on her screen, while she scooped up a plump wonton with a white porcelain spoon.

"Ss!"

Her tongue was scalded severely, leaving a tingling and painful sensation.

"Young Madam, quickly drink some cold water. What has you so distracted today? I..."

Buzz buzz buzz.

Qiao Xi’s phone vibrated, it was Aunt Chunhua calling.

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