Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 479: He Doesn’t Like Green Stuff

Chapter 479: Chapter 479: He Doesn’t Like Green Stuff

Qiao Xi followed Huo Xingzhou out of the cafe, only spotting the car at the corner.

It was somewhat hidden.

The man opened the passenger door of the Rolls-Royce, and Qiao Xi slowly settled inside.

Her gaze followed Huo Xingzhou, as she contemplated how to voice the doubts in her heart, appearing somewhat preoccupied.

Huo Xingzhou walked around the car, sitting in the driver’s seat with a casual air.

His glance swept toward Qiao Xi, noticing her being lost in thought, then leaned over to pull her seatbelt, preparing to fasten it for her.

Qiao Xi’s nose caught a crisp, subtle fragrance as her eyes flickered back to consciousness, meeting the man’s cool visage.

Her breath hitched.

Suddenly, she heard a click sound; the seatbelt was fastened.

Feeling Huo Xingzhou pulling away, she instinctively reached out and grabbed his tie, drawing him closer.

Perhaps a bit too forcefully.

The man’s forehead collided with her smooth one.

Huo Xingzhou let out a soft grunt, his deep eyes looking into hers.

Their breaths were close.

Qiao Xi could feel the warmth from his body; just a bit closer, and she could kiss his thin lips.

He asked, "What’s wrong?"

Looking into his cool, light eyes, Qiao Xi unthinkingly asked, "Didn’t you drink your coffee?"

His body lacked the rich aroma of coffee although she had noticed a cup in front of him when he walked in.

Huo Xingzhou’s mouth corners slightly dipped, getting even closer.

The atmosphere inside the car seemed to have a layer of ambiguity, and even the inconspicuous air seemed to carry a bit of warmth.

The man’s thin lips were almost touching the corner of hers, his voice very soft, "I don’t like matcha lattes."

Qiao Xi nodded thoughtfully, her voice also much softer, "I remember you used to drink lattes at the company, you don’t like matcha."

Huo Xingzhou looked up slightly, his reflection caught in the clarity of her eyes.

"Matcha is okay."

He just didn’t like the green stuff Young Master Zhong gave.

It irritated him.

Qiao Xi hesitated and then asked, "So, your midnight visit to Young Master Zhong, was it for business?"

The man countered, "You and Sun Weimeng came, was it to catch a cheater?"

"Not at all."

Qiao Xi was steered by his rhythm and quickly denied, "I was genuinely worried you were in danger and chose to hide it from me. Plus, I was a little curious. Who deserves a midnight visit from you."

Didn’t expect it was Zhong Yi.

Huo Xingzhou asked darkly, "So, how did you feel when you saw Zhong Yi?"

Qiao Xi’s eyes twinkled, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, "I felt, indeed I haven’t loved the wrong person! You couldn’t possibly be like what Young Master Sun said, sneaking out at night to meet someone of the opposite sex."

Huo Xingzhou’s throat let out a light laugh, "I was asking... never mind."

He meant to ask her feelings about seeing Zhong Yi, not her feelings about discovering her husband meeting a man at night.

But Huo Xingzhou was pleased with her reaction.

She didn’t dwell on meeting Zhong Yi.

As if all confusions and doubts were left behind in Haicheng, dissolving into nothing. After arriving in the Imperial Capital, she hardly mentioned "Ayi", not even once.

Has she truly let go?

Or is she biding her time, waiting for the chance to investigate "Ayi’s" affairs from the past?

Huo Xingzhou didn’t probe further.

Instead, his gaze rested on her fair face, her hand still clutching his tie.

In such circumstances, it seemed almost wrong not to do something.

His eyes half-closed, his burning gaze landed on her red lips, and he leaned down to touch.

Like a feather gently brushing by, it tickles Qiao Xi’s heart.

She unconsciously licked her lips, but accidentally licked his thin lips, and she froze slightly.

The man’s eyes slowly lifted, glancing at her, filled with a hint of amusement.

Qiao Xi awkwardly turned her face away and said, "I have something to ask."

She couldn’t hold it back anymore.

"You say."

His lips landed on the side of her face, patiently pecking and waiting for her to speak.

Recalling the blurred sight upon entering the door earlier, Qiao Xi cautiously and tentatively said, "When Young Master Sun and I barged in, there seemed to be a file on the coffee table. What was that?"

Wan Jiang hurriedly hid it behind him, looking very flustered, obviously unwilling to let her see it.

Qiao Xi sensed they had a secret.

It was clearly a medical record.

As a doctor, she was most sensitive to such things, and her eyesight wasn’t bad either.

The printed fonts on the top of the medical record were relatively large, and she vaguely saw the words "Haicheng."

It seemed like a medical record from some hospital in Haicheng.

Could it be that Huo Xingzhou and Zhong Yi were meeting in the middle of the night to discuss a medical record?

Whose medical record was it?

Huo Xingzhou’s voice was deep, "It’s a medical record."

He didn’t hide anything.

He wasn’t foolish; he could naturally feel her emotional anomaly.

Qiao Xi’s eyes widened slightly, surprised that he actually said it.

She bit her cheek, tentatively asking, "Whose medical record is it? Is it yours?" As she spoke, she became slightly frantic with concern.

She wanted to grab Huo Xingzhou’s hand and take his pulse.

During the time they were apart, she hadn’t thought about this. He had been seriously injured in a car accident and had also been in a coma. The human body is so mysterious, who knows what hidden issues there could be?

Huo Xingzhou grasped her wrist back, resting a hand on the soft back of the chair and said in a low voice, "It’s not mine, it’s Young Master Zhong’s. He was shot in Haicheng before, you know this."

Following his words, Qiao Xi said, "Initially he told others it was a fever that caused pneumonia, but in fact, he was injured."

"This is one of the medical records regarding his gunshot wound, it must not fall into the wrong hands, I took it to give to him."

Huo Xingzhou’s tone was indifferent, his eyes also didn’t reveal any other emotions.

Qiao Xi listened to his words and slowly nodded.

"So that’s it."

Qiao Xi looked at him, "But I still need to take your pulse to be reassured. I’m really worried about you, Huo Xingzhou."

If heaven could grant her a wish, she would wish for Huo Xingzhou to live a long, smooth life without any more turmoil.

"Okay."

Huo Xingzhou’s voice seemed to blend all his tenderness.

He slowly created some distance between them and extended his wrist for her to take his pulse.

Qiao Xi’s fingers rested on his wrist, holding her breath to feel the pulse beat.

She frowned slightly.

This pulse...

Qiao Xi turned her head and looked deeply at Huo Xingzhou, "Your nightlife in Haicheng seems quite rich."

Traditional Chinese medicine is profound; with deep knowledge, anything could be examined.

"Light blade scraping bamboo, rough and not smooth."

This is a hesitant pulse!

Huo Xingzhou looked at her, his gaze calm and somewhat innocent.

He asked, "What does this mean?"

Qiao Xi glared at him irritably and said, "You should ask yourself that, what have you been doing behind my back."