Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 691: She Came to Fulfill the Regrets from Years Ago

Chapter 691: Chapter 691: She Came to Fulfill the Regrets from Years Ago

The voice on the other end of the phone was frantic and urgent.

Qiao Xi’s expression grew increasingly grim, and finally she spoke, "Got it."

Then she hung up the phone.

Her fingers trembled slightly.

As if many years ago on that night washed by rain, hearing the news of the young man’s tragic death.

Qiao Xi’s breath hitched.

That day, she couldn’t keep him.

This time, she couldn’t leave regret behind.

Qiao Xi stepped out of the bathroom quickly, shouting, "Old Chen!"

Old Chen was nearby and came rushing at her call.

"Young Madam, what’s the matter?"

"Prepare the car, I need to go to Thirteen Bay Wharf."

"Going now?"

"Yes! Don’t let the news leak!"

She lifted her skirt and headed toward the elevator. Old Chen looked puzzled but followed closely behind.

"Young Madam, what about Master?"

"Once we get in the car, I’ll send him a message informing him of our whereabouts." Qiao Xi felt as though her heart was tightly bound by a thin thread, closing in.

Her cheeks were void of color.

Old Chen, seeing her so distraught, swiftly mobilized a few people.

The two descended directly from the top floor to the basement parking lot, took the Rolls-Royce, and left Tianyuan Building.

"No."

Qiao Xi looked at the dark, eerie night outside, like a beast devouring flesh and blood.

"Old Chen, we can’t drive this car over. Find an ordinary, inconspicuous car, we...we can’t reveal our identities."

She couldn’t involve the entire Huo Family, nor become a target for the opponent.

Too conspicuous!

"Yes."

Old Chen asked no questions and immediately exchanged it with the guarded car behind.

All these cars were modified, appearing all too ordinary, blending into traffic without a trace.

"Young Madam, will this do?"

"Mm, have them stay outside Thirteen Bay Wharf, don’t go inside! Going in would be too conspicuous."

Qiao Xi sat in the car, forcing herself to calm down.

She looked at her floor-length gown and fiercely tore off the hem.

Then took out her phone, her fingers numb, tapping the screen to send a short message to Huo Xingzhou.

Finally, she took a deep breath and took out the needle pack from her bag.

Clutched it tightly in her palm.

The night was dense, growing nervously closer to Thirteen Bay Wharf.

This place was far from the city center, with thousands of ships docked.

The dazzling white lamps made the dock bright as day.

Freight merchants and inspectors, along with retailers and workers, moved back and forth.

Thirteen Bay Wharf at night was even more chaotic than during the day.

Chaos allowed for fishing in troubled waters.

Old Chen parked the car to the side, observing Thirteen Bay Wharf. Among these people were many skilled fighters.

They looked indistinguishable from ordinary people, but Old Chen’s sharp eyes could instantly identify them.

The vigilance was strange too.

Differing for entry and exit.

Entering inspections were lax, but exiting required searches of every person and vehicle.

As if signaling something.

Only entry, no exit.

Were they looking for someone? Or something?

"Young Madam, what should we do next?" Old Chen followed Qiao Xi’s instructions entirely, whatever she said was what they did.

Qiao Xi slowly exhaled, the car was so hurried the air conditioning hadn’t even been turned on.

The year-end weather was indeed cold, yet she wore only a gown.

Walking out now would be too noticeable.

"Go around to the left, circle around to Warehouse 0782. Find a corner to let me down, don’t be seen."

"Yes."

Old Chen sensed a somber atmosphere and dared not delay Qiao Xi’s serious matter.

He deliberately circled several times before taking a long route to Warehouse 0782, parking at the back door, carefully watching nearby passerbys.

Sensed something was off.

"Young Madam, I’ll get out first to draw them away. You watch for the right moment to get out."

"Okay, thank you."

Old Chen purposely opened the car door with a bang, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Holding a phone in one hand, he exaggeratedly spoke in a northeastern accent.

Speaking in some jargon about picking up goods.

Those suspicious people gave him only a glance and then turned to walk to the other side.

They must be looking for someone too.

Qiao Xi seized the opportunity to slip into Warehouse 0782, her high heels hindering her, so she discarded them to the side.

Barefoot stepping on the icy ground.

This warehouse was large, extremely cold inside.

A warehouse full of sea goods, and upon entering, a strong smell of fish. The floor was wet, and she shivered in her thin gown.

Suddenly.

A cold dagger was at her neck, accompanied by a strong smell of blood.

Qiao Xi’s heart rose to her throat.

She cautiously turned to look, a handsome face of Zhong Lingyuxiu appeared before her.

"Zhong Yi."

Her throat tightened, calling out the name.

Zhong Yi’s eyes flashed astonishment, his pale lips parted, "Why are you here?"

She should be at the banquet.

As the protagonist enjoying all the praise and flattery, not appearing in the secluded and messy warehouse at Thirteen Bay Wharf.

He lowered the dagger, clutched his abdomen in pain.

"It was Wan Jiang who called me. He said you were seriously injured and trapped at Thirteen Bay Wharf, it’s only a place to enter but not exit. He wants me to...help you."

Qiao Xi looked at him covered in blood, the fresh blood still flowing.

She knew that if it continued, he would indeed bleed out, as Wan Jiang said.

The opponent’s goal was clear, to trap him at Thirteen Bay Wharf.

"Young Madam Huo, there’s no relation between us. You don’t have to take such a big risk to save me. Just quickly leave, we have a way to leave Thirteen Bay Wharf." Zhong Yi’s tone was indifferent, leaning against the shelf, unable to stand.

His eyes were bright but cold.

"You meet me alone at midnight, some might misunderstand you have feelings for me. Although I’d like to cause Huo Xingzhou some trouble, tonight I am indeed powerless. Shall we...reschedule?"

His words carried a teasing flirtation.

And a touch of playful ridicule.

Qiao Xi took a deep breath, "Are you hiding here trying to use the fishy smell to cover the blood?" When I came I saw some people outside looking severe, as if searching for someone. Right now the exits of Thirteen Bay Wharf are tightly blocked. Every car is searched, are you...sure you want to argue with me?"

She took out her needle pack and opened it.

Took out a long needle, asked, "Extend your hand."

Zhong Yi saw her resolute and unwavering, eyes lit with a fierce fire, yet his mouth remained annoying.

"Young Madam Huo, you should leave, I have my ways, this place is not where you should be. Otherwise, I’ll call Huo Xingzhou and say you abandoned him to...have an affair with me."

He knew tonight was exceedingly dangerous.

He hadn’t expected Wan Jiang to invite her here on his own accord.

"What ways do you have? Wan Jiang said he was helpless, so he called me, he’s likely creating a distraction to buy you time now, isn’t he?"

"What does it matter to you!"

The injured man’s tone was hostile, extremely uncooperative.

Qiao Xi gazed at his blood-soaked attire, eyes misting.

Pressing down her shaky voice, she said, "What does it matter to me?"

Tonight, she wasn’t here to save someone.

But to redeem an old regret.

A regret that tormented her countless nights and days.

Her eyes reddened, suppressing the pain as she looked at him, "Last time I couldn’t save you, do you think this time I’ll watch you die?"