Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 423: Do You Trust Huo Xingzhou That Much?

Chapter 423: Chapter 423: Do You Trust Huo Xingzhou That Much?

Zhong Yi’s lips curved slightly, rendering his handsome face even more bewitching. Due to excessive blood loss, his complexion was pale, yet it added a fragile beauty.

He looked up and asked, "Why?"

"It’s related to a friend of mine," Qiao Xi’s eyes reddened. "Young Master Zhong, you surely weren’t hospitalized for a fever or pneumonia, were you? Your face says a lot."

Zhong Yi smiled at her, "I shouldn’t underestimate traditional Chinese medicine’s diagnostic methods, especially since you are Grandpa Cheng’s disciple. But how does my being hospitalized concern you?"

Qiao Xi clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, "Why did Young Master Zhong go to Moon Village? And why did he hide in the trunk of my Huo family’s car on the way back to the city?"

Zhong Yi spoke slowly, "Shouldn’t you be asking Huo Xingzhou these questions? Or is it that your marital relationship isn’t that strong, and he hasn’t even told you this?"

Qiao Xi’s voice was hoarse, "If he doesn’t tell me, there’s naturally a reason considering my welfare. I respect his intentions by not asking. Now that I’ve discovered something else, it’s natural for me to ask the person involved. I don’t want him to worry over something uncertain."

Huo Xingzhou did not know much about Ayi.

Huo Xingzhou often grew jealous.

Qiao Xi did not want any complications.

If Zhong Yi really was the person she thought, she would turn around and explain everything to Huo Xingzhou; if not, she’d act as if nothing had happened.

She did not believe the dead could come back to life.

Yet, some clues compelled her to delve deeper.

Zhong Yi, not very pleased upon hearing this, said, "You really trust Huo Xingzhou, believing whatever he does is for your sake. Why do I remember you entered the Huo family out of convenience, and he wasn’t sincere about marrying you at the beginning?"

"Being sincere now is what counts. At least my love for him is genuine."

Qiao Xi wouldn’t allow him to speak ill of Huo Xingzhou.

Wan Jiang defended, "Doctor Qiao, our Young Master Zhong is very faithful. You do not know everything, so please do not misunderstand." He witnessed every single move of Young Master Zhong.

There was no one more devoted than him.

"Young Master Zhong, please don’t try to change the subject," Qiao Xi’s eyes locked on him sternly, "Tell me, why did you go to Moon Village?"

Zhong Yi laughed lightly, "I was shot, and Zhong Lingxiao sent people to hunt me down, forcing me to flee there. I have no influence in Haicheng, so I had to seek Huo Xingzhou. He’s also waiting for me to invest in the Future City project, so why would he want his investor to die? He just didn’t want to scare you, which is why he had me hide in the trunk."

"Young Madam Huo, you also saw the checkpoints and the search for people. If I’d hidden in a regular person’s car, I would have been dead hundreds of times over. You care so much about my whereabouts; just be careful not to be misunderstood."

It seemed like he spoke with reason.

But Qiao Xi didn’t listen to his words, only trusting her own verification.

"Young Master Zhong, please show me your right wrist," she said, her entire demeanor tense. Were some of her speculations indeed absurd?

Young Master Zhong casually extended his right hand, "Take a look yourself."

His left hand held a phone, casually scrolling through videos, appearing very composed.

Qiao Xi slowly approached, inspecting his watch.

Ayi’s right wrist bore a faint scar from when he had saved her, and if it really was there...

Hesitating, Qiao Xi stretched out her hand, unbuckling his watch strap. The watch face hung loosely from his wrist.

Zhong Yi raised his eyes to her side profile.

A light scent of shampoo drifted from her hair, slightly unfamiliar, seemingly assimilated by that man, Huo Xingzhou.

Stubborn foolish girl.

She must have done a lot of psychological preparation for this visit, probably overturning her own guesses while battling the urge to act impulsively.

Zhong Yi’s heart felt a slight pang, somewhat bitter.

"Have you seen enough, Young Madam Huo? Does my right wrist have flowers or something?" Zhong Yi smiled nonchalantly, his tone laced with mockery.

Qiao Xi unintentionally touched his skin and took off his watch, revealing smooth, cold white skin beneath.

Where were the scars?

None.

She froze, feeling as if all her energy had drained away in that moment, leaving her utterly weak.

Zhong Yi withdrew his hand, "Could it be that my wrist really has flowers?"

Qiao Xi pursed her lips, her eyes brimming with moisture.

She desperately held back her tears, maintaining a calm facade as she spoke, "Sorry, I was mistaken. You are not the person I am looking for."

"Who did you mistake me for? Is that person even more important than Huo Xingzhou?" Though Zhong Yi’s voice sounded calm, his fingers curled up tightly; he too wanted to know the answer.

"I thought you were... but this also means Grandpa Cheng and he did not lie to me."

Qiao Xi struggled to muster a smile, a look that was heart-wrenching.

Zhong Yi diverted his gaze, asking, "Is he someone you loved?"

Qiao Xi shook her head, "No, he was my best... irreplaceable friend."

"So you didn’t love him. Does that person look a lot like me?"

"Yes, similar looks and the same name. But his personality and way of handling things are worlds apart, as are our backgrounds. I remember he was an orphan, whom Grandpa Cheng took pity on and brought up... but he is dead, so when I saw you..."

Zhong Yi’s face maintained a faint smile, "Next time, don’t mistake someone else for him, or your friend would feel sad even in death. I also hope Young Madam Huo doesn’t see me as a substitute. Otherwise, I might have to go complain to Huo Xingzhou."

Qiao Xi gently nodded, looking at him earnestly.

Her clear, almond-shaped eyes contained myriad emotions, making her difficult to read in that moment.

"Sorry for the disturbance. I’ll leave now..."

As she turned to leave, she accidentally knocked over a small stool. She bent down to pick it up, her steps quickening as she exited the hospital room.

She looked pitiful.

Wan Jiang watched her retreating figure until she was out of sight, then he closed the door.

"Young Master Zhong, you truly have a divine foresight."

He moved the small stool next to Zhong Yi’s hospital bed, saying, "You haven’t been in Haicheng for long but underwent laser scar removal surgery, always wearing that watch to cover the crusted skin. I never thought Doctor Qiao would really make such a request."

He remembered that day Young Master Zhong was particularly upset, but the effects of the scar removal were indeed excellent!

Zhong Yi spoke lightly, "It was just a precaution. She’s naive and very obstinate. She trusts Ayi too much, believing Ayi would never deceive her. She also thinks that the young man from the past is indeed dead..."

He set down his phone, his voice carrying an indistinct chill, "Now she wants to see my scars, which only means one thing. We have revealed too much. Wan Jiang, do you really think she believed what I said?"

Wan Jiang countered, "Didn’t she believe it? She seemed very disappointed."

Zhong Yi shook his head, "This time I didn’t admit it, and she had no other choice. But once doubts arise, given her character, next time she’ll confront me with evidence and force me to confess!"

He knew her temperament well.

Purely black or white.

Either no doubts at all, dead means dead. Once suspicious, she would investigate thoroughly to eliminate any doubts in her heart before she could let it go.

Wan Jiang inquired further, "She seems so frail, yet so fierce? What should we do?"

Zhong Yi slightly closed his eyes, exhaling a breath tainted with turbidity, "Leave Haicheng."