Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 422: Young Master Zhong, I Need to Confirm Something with You

Chapter 422: Chapter 422: Young Master Zhong, I Need to Confirm Something with You

Qiao Xi looked at Aunt Qian and said, "I’m fine, you go ahead with your tasks."

"Okay."

Aunt Qian hesitantly walked away.

It was then that Qiao Xi picked up the phone; Aunt Chunhua’s voice was loud and full of vitality. She asked Qiao Xi laughingly what was so important that she called early in the morning.

Qiao Xi spoke softly, "Aunt Chunhua, I remember during the last visit to the village for the memorial service, you mentioned seeing an unfamiliar young man going up the mountain. Could you describe what he looked like to me?"

Aunt Chunhua said, "Hey, he was wearing sunglasses and a mask, so I couldn’t really see his face clearly."

Aunt Chunhua spoke carelessly, "I mentioned it to your husband, and he said that man was a friend of yours. What’s the matter, did you and your husband have a fight?"

Friend.

Qiao Xi didn’t expect Huo Xingzhou to know too, "Aunt Chunhua, what else did my husband ask you?"

Aunt Chunhua told Qiao Xi every detail of her conversation with Huo Xingzhou.

Qiao Xi’s head was buzzing.

She was certain that the man who went to Moon Village was Zhong Yi, and he was injured and had been brought back to the city.

Why would a young master from the Zhong Family in the Imperial Capital go to a remote and poor place like Moon Village?

Qiao Xi’s fingers were trembling.

"Aunt Chunhua, thank you for telling me all this. From now on, don’t talk about it to anyone, including my husband."

"Alright then."

Although Aunt Chunhua didn’t know why, she at least took the advice.

"I’ll hang up now. I’ll visit you again when I have a chance. If there’s anything you need, just let me know, and I’ll bring it to you from the city."

"I couldn’t possibly ask for more from you; the two silk quilts you gave me are already very precious."

Qiao Xi hung up the phone, her heartbeat irregular.

The scene of Ayi’s burial flashed in her mind; he had been declared dead by the hospital, and Grandpa Cheng had personally brought back his ashes to the village.

How could there be such coincidences in the world?

Could it be that Zhong Yi had another purpose for going to Moon Village? Or was it possible that he was supposed to have a twin brother?

Qiao Xi didn’t believe in ghosts or superstitions; she could only interpret everything in the most rational way possible. After all, a dead man suddenly appearing alive before her eyes was something out of a horror movie.

The person she trusted the most was Grandpa Cheng, a serious and respectable old man who wouldn’t lie to her.

But Qiao Xi could never have imagined that these two most unlikely people would put on such an act, deceiving her and everyone else in the village.

Qiao Xi’s palms were cold, and she shakily dialed Cheng Han’s number.

The phone still showed it was out of the service area, disconnected.

Why couldn’t she reach him, had something happened?

Qiao Xi opened WeChat and sent him a voice message.

"Grandpa Cheng, if you get back to Haicheng, please give me a call. I have something very important to ask you."

She couldn’t let it go and continued to ask.

"Grandpa Cheng, did Ayi have a twin brother? I’ve never inquired about his background before, are his deceased parents truly orphans?"

Her throat felt sour.

"Please give me a straight answer, did Ayi... really die?"

These were the furthest stretches of Qiao Xi’s imagination.

Suddenly standing up, Qiao Xi shouted toward the kitchen at Aunt Qian, "Aunt Qian, I’m going to the hospital."

Aunt Qian rushed out of the kitchen in time to see her silhouette, "Why the rush, is the hospital that busy? Hey, you haven’t even had a proper breakfast. Why isn’t the Eldest Young Master up yet?"

Old Chen was eagerly on standby.

He got up to exercise at four or five every morning and took Qiao Xi straight to the hospital as soon as he saw her.

On the way, Qiao Xi clutched her phone tightly, her heart contracting.

She barged into Zhong Yi’s hospital room in a rude fashion just to see if there was a faint scar on his right wrist. People can look similar, and names can be the same, but surely not even the position of a scar could be identical.

If it was there, that would mean...

"Old Chen, can we go faster?"

"Young Madam, we’re already going quite fast. It’s not rush hour; do you have a critical patient to see? I’ll try my best."

Old Chen sped up a bit more.

When the car stopped at the hospital entrance, it was seven o’clock.

The hospital at seven was a lot busier than other places, with patients and their families who had been waiting for their numbers packed inside and outside the lobby. Qiao Xi entered the hospital and ran towards the elevator.

After several elevator rides, she finally got on one.

Her breathing grew rapid, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, she dashed out.

2205!

"Doctor Qiao, good morning."

"Doctor Qiao, you seem rushed, is something wrong?"

"Hey, Doctor Qiao, have you had breakfast?"

Qiao Xi ran past them, her legs numb, and stopped in front of room number 2205. She took a deep breath to steady herself and knocked.

Footsteps sounded.

Wan Jiang gently opened the door.

Seeing Qiao Xi, he was stunned.

"Doctor Qiao, do you start work at the hospital this early?" Wan Jiang looked at her flushed cheeks, unsteady breath, and she didn’t seem as calm as usual.

He realized something.

"Wan Jiang, I’d like to see Young Master Zhong."

"Doctor Qiao, Young Master Zhong is, after all, the Young Master of the Zhong Family. Your rushing over and demanding to see him is somewhat impolite. After all, even President Huo is publicly deferential to our Young Master Zhong."

Behind the scenes letting their Young Master Zhong hide in the trunk and be bullied by chickens.

Qiao Xi’s throat choked with cold air; she swallowed hard and said, "I have something I need to verify with Young Master Zhong."

"This..."

"Wan Jiang, let her in," said the young man lying on the hospital bed, now awake. He propped himself up against the thick cushions and looked in the direction of the door.

"Okay, Young Master Zhong."

Wan Jiang stepped aside, and Qiao Xi entered.

The room was well-decorated, as if afraid that the golden and jade-laden Eldest Young Master would feel aggrieved, even the bedding set was switched to an extremely expensive imported woven fabric with dyed jacquard and top-grade Egyptian cotton.

Qiao Xi had seen this luxurious bedding set before, so she recognized it at a glance.

He was also dressed in comfortable pajamas, no longer wearing the hospital’s standard patient garb.

At that moment, he leisurely leaned back, browsing through his phone, his right wrist still adorned with a men’s watch.

"Young Madam Huo, visiting the hospital so early to see me, is there something you need? Would Huo Xingzhou mind?" He looked at her, his alluring eyes twinkling with a faint smile.

He wasn’t cold to people; even Xiang Mingzhu received his smiles. But Qiao Xi felt that despite his smiling face, his heart was likely colder than Huo Xingzhou’s, having risen from a bastard to a high position by undoubtedly exceptional means.

If he was the person she suspected, it would be...

"Young Master Zhong, I have a very important request for you. I hope you can help me; it means a great deal to me."

"Go ahead."

His gaze remained fixed on his phone, seemingly captivated by something in it.

Qiao Xi’s voice contained restraint, "Could you please remove the watch on your right wrist and let me have a look?"

Ayi had a scar on his right wrist.

All those illusive speculations were of no use; Qiao Xi needed to see it for herself.

Wan Jiang looked at Qiao Xi incredulously, a storm already brewing in his mind—the Young Madam Huo was truly intelligent and sharp!