Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 533: Qiao Xi Woke Up

Chapter 533: Chapter 533: Qiao Xi Woke Up

A thin and hunchbacked old man with an imposing aura was respectfully invited into the villa.

An hour later, he left quietly.

Without disturbing anyone else.

As casual as when he came.

Dusk was gathering.

The vibrant Imperial Capital was lit up like daytime, and lights were on in the Huo Mansion as well.

Everyone moved and acted in silence.

The nutritious porridge that Xiaoyun was stewing in the kitchen was bubbling, Sun Weimeng had returned from outside and was boringly grinding the medicine powder with the pestle.

He mumbled: "Everyone outside is praising that old man’s medical skills, so why hasn’t Qiao Xi woken up yet?"

Old Chen reminded him: "Young Master Sun, we didn’t have any old men visiting our villa today. You have got to keep your mouth shut and not leak any information."

"Oh."

Sun Weimeng obediently nodded his head, "I’m very tight-lipped, no old man today. But it’s getting dark and she still hasn’t woken up. What will we do about the race tomorrow?"

Young Master Sun was deeply worried.

Old Chen patted his shoulder: "Young Master Sun, go and see what tasty food there is in the kitchen. I’ll grind these herbs, you’re not strong enough."

"Hey! Old Chen, you’re looking down on me again!"

As if in a huff, Young Master Sun pushed the pestle so that it squeaked and creaked, "I’m very strong. Tell Xiaoyun to make the food smell even better, maybe Qiao Xi will wake up if she gets hungry enough."

Old Chen chuckled from the side.

...

In the main bedroom on the second floor.

The wall lamp was dim and soft.

Qiao Xi was lying on the large bed and slowly opened her eyes. She felt weak all over, staring blankly at the snow-white ceiling.

She was out of it for a while.

It felt like she had slept for a very long time, her head heavy.

She slightly turned her head and saw the man sitting on the sofa with his back to her; his side profile was shaded, yet his sharpness could not be concealed.

In front of him was a laptop, the screen displaying lines of red and green.

Qiao Xi didn’t understand it, but she knew it was the stock market.

She just quietly watched.

Perhaps the gaze was too intense, the man turned his head.

"Awake?"

Huo Xingzhou stood up and came to her bedside, "Want some water?"

Qiao Xi propped herself up with her hands and sat up, leaning on the bedside, nodding her head. Her throat was hoarse, almost unable to speak.

Huo Xingzhou handed her a cup of warm water to her lips, and Qiao Xi sipped a few mouthfuls of hot water.

"That’s enough."

Qiao Xi’s voice was weak and soft.

She looked pale and raised her eyes to deeply look at Huo Xingzhou, without blinking.

As if afraid he would run away.

Huo Xingzhou wiped her face with a towel and asked as he saw her dependent expression: "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Qiao Xi’s eyes reddened, her eyelids swollen.

"I had a very long dream, a very sad and terrible dream."

Now thinking about it, there were tears in her almond-shaped eyes.

"What dream?"

Huo Xingzhou stretched out his hand to hold her, rubbing her cheek with his own.

Her voice was choked, carrying the fragility of post-illness: "I dreamed of the day you had that car accident."

Her dream was filled with bright red blood, wrecked cars, and the man’s life hanging by a thread as he slipped into a coma.

Surrounding her were the exclamations and screams of bystanders, the piercing siren of the ambulance.

All she saw was Huo Xingzhou lying in a pool of blood, barely breathing.

She dreamed of the day Huo Xingzhou had the car accident.

"I could only watch you, I couldn’t save you. Like a bystander, watching you being sentenced to death by the doctor. Watching you lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, grievously injured and in a coma, not waking up... so much blood..."

Qiao Xi’s tears began to fall.

These were scenes she had never seen before.

But they were real experiences Huo Xingzhou had gone through.

Huo Xingzhou wiped away her tears, looking at her seriously and said, "Look, I’m standing right before you now, my body warm."

He took her left hand and placed it over his heart: "My heart is beating, very powerfully."

Then he slowly moved it up to the corner of his lip.

"This mouth can say Qiao Xi, I love you."

Further up was his straight nose bridge.

And his eyes, slightly long and narrow.

He said, "These eyes of mine can clearly see your expressions; I am standing alive before you. Those scenes from your dreams won’t happen again; we will live to a ripe old age and grow old together."

Qiao Xi’s sobbing gradually weakened as she looked at him with teary eyes.

She nodded emphatically.

"No more crying."

Huo Xingzhou gently embraced her, patting her back to comfort her.

He seldom saw Qiao Xi this vulnerable.

Gurgle, gurgle.

A few sounds came from the room; Huo Xingzhou looked down.

Qiao Xi’s cheeks turned red, a bit embarrassed.

"I’m hungry."

She hadn’t eaten anything for a whole day and night, naturally, she was hungry.

Huo Xingzhou chuckled and wiped away her tears, then dialed the internal line to ask Xiaoyun downstairs to bring up dinner.

Xiaoyun quickly brought up a tray with nourishing porridge, side dishes, and also prepared some desserts.

"Young Madam, please eat more. That way, you’ll have the strength for tomorrow’s competition..."

"Thank you."

Xiaoyun left promptly, not staying to disturb Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou.

Qiao Xi changed her position to grab the spoon to eat the porridge, then she suddenly realized the pain in her right arm wasn’t as pronounced. Skeptically, she moved her right hand; the pain was still there.

But it was within a tolerable range.

"What’s going on?"

She looked at Huo Xingzhou in confusion, "The toxin in the wound hasn’t been completely cleared, Grandpa Cheng’s burn medicine is effective, but it shouldn’t work this fast, right?"

It was almost a miracle!

"Huang Bingyi came by; he used Gold Needle Technique to extract the heat toxin, saying it would help reduce the fever and the injury would heal faster."

"Him?"

"He came by stealth, with no one noticing. I had originally asked Sun Weimeng to keep an eye on him, but didn’t expect him to come by himself."

This was also beyond Huo Xingzhou’s expectations.

Qiao Xi couldn’t help feeling astonished, "The Gold Needle Technique really lives up to its reputation, no wonder so many people want to learn it."

With her injury improving, she was less worried about tomorrow’s competition.

She looked at the wound again and again, amazed.

Huo Xingzhou walked over, handing her the phone.

"A lot of people called you. I was afraid it would disturb your rest, so I turned it off."

Qiao Xi turned on the phone.

Surely, many missed calls and messages popped up, almost blowing up the phone at one point.

All of them were 99+ notifications.

Qiao Xi opened the unread messages, a whole bunch of people had sent her texts. Even Shu Xue, who was far away in Africa on a medical support mission, said that she had watched the live broadcast and was filled with righteous indignation, wanting to come back to the country to deal with those demons.

Zhou Yu even said he wanted to come to Imperial Capital to catch demons and eliminate evil, their way of speaking was the same.

And Xu Yunye said he had contacted most of the herbal medicine dealers across the country, decided to use Tianyuan Group’s investment to reform the joint herbal medicine market, and would definitely become her support, protecting her all the way.

Surprisingly, there was also a message of concern from Zhao Yuzhen, which was truly rare.

She was so touched that she was about to reply to each one.

All of sudden, an unmarked number called again.

This was the 16th call from that person.