Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 480: He’s Not Going to Sacrifice Himself, Is He?

Chapter 480: Chapter 480: He’s Not Going to Sacrifice Himself, Is He?

Huo Xingzhou watched her getting angry, his cold features softening a bit.

"I am in Haicheng, at least I didn’t do anything to wrong you."

Qiao Xi released his wrist, somewhat frustrated with his complacency: "Your pulse is thin and weak, indicating a deficiency in essence and blood, clearly from too many sleepless nights. Also, you have liver qi stagnation and a weak spleen and stomach, your diet must also be irregular, probably with a lot of alcohol."

The last time they spoke on the phone, he was out drinking for business.

Qiao Xi didn’t understand.

He was already the president of the Tianyuan Group, and his wealth ranked among the top nationwide, why was he still pushing himself so hard?

What’s so important that he needs to entertain personally?

Huo Xingzhou stretched out his hand and rubbed her head, saying, "Little Divine Doctor really is insightful. Just by taking my pulse, you know what I’ve been doing, even if it’s not directly under your eyes."

Qiao Xi deliberately tightened her face and said, "I’m not joking with you."

She just felt sorry for him.

It hadn’t been easy all the way.

"I know," Huo Xingzhou lowered his head and kissed her cheek, "You always mean well for me, I won’t stay up late often in the future."

He was just used to the lamp in the master bedroom being on when he came home. After she went to the Imperial Capital, he suddenly felt lonely.

He couldn’t wait to come to the Imperial Capital to see her.

So, he compressed all his workloads in the shortest possible time.

Qiao Xi looked at him and said, "You promised me, no going back on your word."

Huo Xingzhou nodded, coaxing her: "Doctor Qiao, then how should I take care of my body?"

"This is a thin pulse, appearing in young adults generally due to lack of rest from staying up late, it’ll be fine with some time to recuperate. Also..." Qiao Xi paused, her voice lower and more reserved, "At night, you need to conserve and accumulate energy."

Some things should no longer be done.

Last night was so absurd; it surely made him even more tired.

"Conserve and accumulate energy?" The man chewed over these words, "A young adult can recover with just a night’s sleep, I know my own body."

Qiao Xi had heard these words so much at the hospital that her ears could have formed calluses.

"I know better than you, your pulse shows that you’ve been depleted in that area. I’m the doctor, you should listen to me."

"Can such a minor depletion really show up in the pulse?"

Qiao Xi nodded: "Traditional Chinese medicine can detect subtle changes in blood and qi that Western medical equipment can’t pick up. Everyone’s body is different, so standard data cannot apply to everyone."

Huo Xingzhou’s lips curved, his eyes twinkling with an unexplained smile.

Qiao Xi asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"I just find it funny that other wives have to check their husband’s phones to find out if they are unfaithful, while you, you just need to take my pulse to guess what I’ve been up to."

There are no secrets in front of traditional Chinese medicine.

Qiao Xi blushed with embarrassment, her bright eyes glaring at him.

Huo Xingzhou stretched his arm to embrace her into his chest, his eyes filled with warmth. His thin lips gently touched her red lips, unstoppable.

Qiao Xi gradually gave in and closed her eyes.

Feeling the man’s kisses deep into the silent night.

...

At the end of the street corner.

That Beijing A License Plate Cullinan had been parked all along, its car lights off in the pitch-black night.

The atmosphere inside the car was tense, with Wan Jiang in the front seat hardly daring to breathe.

His gaze fixed on the Rolls-Royce two hundred meters ahead, wondering why the Huo Family’s car hadn’t left yet. What were they doing out here so late at night?

If he saw it right, it was President Huo and his wife in that car.

What could the young couple possibly be doing in the car in the middle of the night?

They were both respectable people; it shouldn’t escalate to a blazing passion, right?

Wan Jiang’s lips were tightly pursed, feeling chills creeping up his back. Young Master Zhong better not get angry, because once he does, he looks for someone to vent on. Right now, there wasn’t another scapegoat around.

"Wan Jiang."

Hearing Zhong Yi’s voice.

Wan Jiang shivered, feeling an urge to rush to the restroom.

"Yes, Young Master Zhong, do you have any instructions?"

Zhong Yi leaned back in the soft leather chair, holding the yellowed medical record in his hand.

This was the only evidence linking him to his past self, proof that he was "Ayi"!

Zhong Yi extended his hand and gently tore the medical record.

Page by page.

Tearing it into shreds!

He tossed it beside him.

Destroying this evidence personally.

He turned his head to look out the car window at the bustling Imperial Capital, suddenly feeling a surge of loathing.

Loathing that he couldn’t choose his own origin.

But since he had already embarked on this point of no return, he no longer had the right to look back.

Zhong Yi softly asked, his voice carrying a hint of indifference, "Do you also think I am inferior to Huo Xingzhou?"

Wan Jiang was terrified.

It turned out Young Master Zhong cared about the gossip from the Guan Family’s birthday banquet.

It was said that Mr. Guan and Miss Guan, in front of the guests, talked about how Huo Xingzhou was better than Zhong Yi, better because he had Qiao Xi.

Wan Jiang hurriedly said: "You are definitely more formidable than President Huo! But Mr. Guan’s words aren’t entirely wrong either, without his divine doctor wife, he’d have met King Yan by now. How could he compare to you, Young Master Zhong!"

Zhong Yi’s beautiful eyes were obscure and unclear, his tone even colder: "What if... he no longer had Qiao Xi?"

Wan Jiang was extremely scared!

Was Young Master Zhong planning to steal another man’s wife?

At such a critical time, internal strife should absolutely be avoided!

Stuttering, Wan Jiang blurted out without thinking: "It’s okay, you also have Miss Lu. If you don’t like Miss Lu, you can marry a girl who is even more impressive than Miss Qiao in the future, surely surpassing President Huo."

That will not happen.

In heaven and on earth, there is only one Qiao Xi.

Zhong Yi closed his eyes momentarily, suppressing all the malice in his heart as he asked.

"Wan Jiang, would you betray me?"

Wan Jiang jumped in fright: "Young Master Zhong, my loyalty to you is as clear as day and night, how could I possibly betray you? In life, I am your person; in death, I am your ghost."

Zhong Yi’s frosty and refined eyes briefly scanned him as he said, "If you betray me, I will immediately turn you into a ghost."

Wan Jiang kept shaking his head: "I dare not, I dare not!"

He had already seen Young Master Zhong’s methods; being a fence-sitter or a double-dealer surely led to no good end, only by choosing the right side could one reach the pinnacle of life!

Just like Sun Weimeng, that young real estate owner from Haicheng!

Truly epitomizing what it means to cling to the powerful!

Zhong Yi gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and said, "Huo Xingzhou must have partnered with the Xie Family; the Imperial Capital is going to be lively. After the Trial Needle Conference, it’ll be year’s end. The change of power for the great families in the next year, the new Four Great Families will be born."

It is indeed a surge of great events.

The Xie Family, being the fifth great family, covets the Four Great Families.

He should keep some cards in hand.

After kicking out the Xiang Family from the Four Great Families, then he can compete with Huo Xingzhou, winning or losing is still uncertain.

He is not willing to concede.

But the urgent matter at hand is to expel the Xiang Family.

"Wan Jiang, call Xiang Mingzhu, ask her to meet at..." he pondered for a moment and said, "Qiyun Grand Hotel."

Wan Jiang looked at Zhong Yi in horror.

"What are you staring at? Haven’t you made the call yet?"

Wan Jiang frantically took out his mobile phone and responded, "Yes, I’ll make the call right away."

Could Young Master Zhong truly be planning to sacrifice himself?

Wan Jiang, trembling with fear, called Xiang Mingzhu while sneakily glancing at Zhong Yi.

A storm is coming!