Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him

Chapter 89: Chapter 89: Mr. Huo, Let Me Help You
 

“President Huo, you’re leaving already? The dishes aren’t all served yet.” Sun Wei tried to persuade them to stay, “Why not wait a little longer?”

Sun Weimeng, quick-witted, interrupted Sun Wei, saying, “Dad, they have things to do.”

Sun Wei didn’t dare to press for details in front of everyone, so he politely said, “Then we won’t keep you any longer. President Huo, let me see you out.”

“No need, just have Young Master Sun take me for a ride.”

Huo Xingzhou’s deep voice rang out, singling out Sun Weimeng.

“Sure thing!”

Sun Weimeng felt incredibly honored.

“Make way, everyone, please make way!”

He took the lead, escorting the couple out.

Huo Xingzhou walked briskly, and Qiao Xi almost couldn’t keep up. She felt that Mr. Huo was a bit odd, and …

His gaze was somewhat frightening.

As if he was about to devour her.

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Sun Weimeng escorted them all the way to the outside of the grand restaurant, even got the valet to fetch the car keys, being attentive and responsible. He couldn’t stop bragging, “You have no idea how prestigious I was today; everyone was sucking up to me, wanting me to introduce them to the miracle doctor.”

“Huo Er, let me ask you one more time. Have you cured your infertility?”

He had Qiao Xi, the miracle doctor, looking after him day and night; surely, he must be cured by now.

Huo Xingzhou gave him a cold look and said, “You talk too much.”

“I’m just concerned about you.” Sun Weimeng grumbled a little, “No good deed goes unpunished.”

“Qiao Xi, you go back to the car first.”

Huo Xingzhou turned his head and softly instructed her, and without any objections, Qiao Xi returned to the vehicle.

Sun Weimeng leaned in closer and said mischievously, “Hey, you deliberately made Qiao Xi leave; you don’t want to lose face, huh? It’s okay to not be cured, why be so secretive about it?”

He was on cloud nine lately, bragging every day.

“Sun Weimeng.”

Huo Xingzhou’s eyes seemed to be filled with tiny shards of ice, causing Sun Weimeng to suddenly startle and not dare to joke any longer.

“Now you go back in and take the utensils Su Weiwei and I used and deliver them to Zhou Yu. He’ll know what to do with them.” His tone was serious and his expression grim.

Upon hearing this, Sun Weimeng knew something was amiss!

Even if Su Weiwei were foolish, she wouldn’t do something disgraceful with Mo Jiajun on such an occasion.

“Alright, I’ll go right now.”

He didn’t ask why; whatever Huo Xingzhou instructed, he did.

“Then you…”

Sun Weimeng walked a few steps, then turned back to look at him.

He suddenly paused and said, “You’ll definitely be fine; you’re so shrewd.”

He was overthinking!

So he hurried back into the grand restaurant.

Huo Xingzhou lowered his eyes, silently got into the car.

The door closed.

He then ordered, “Old Chen, drive back to the small villa.”

“Yes, young master.”

Huo Xingzhou stretched his hand and put down the partition between the front and back seats, creating two separate spaces.

Qiao Xi just watched him, speaking with a hint of worry, “Mr. Huo, something seems off with you.”

As soon as her words dropped,

The man turned off all the lights in the back seat.

It got dark inside the car.

Qiao Xi suddenly closed her eyes, adjusting to the sudden darkness. But then, with a strong force, she was pinned onto the soft car seat.

The breathing near her ear was sizzling hot.

“Mr. Huo?”

She struggled lightly.

The man didn’t speak, only busying himself with kissing her neck.

Hot and moist.

Qiao Xi’s breath hitched, not expecting him to do such a thing.

“Qiao Xi.”

Huo Xingzhou murmured, “Don’t move.”

Qiao Xi dared not move, sensing his body temperature rising even more.

Could it be…

Tonight, Weiwei was obviously not herself; she was very reluctant to be with Mo Jiajun, yet she tearfully admitted it was voluntary.

Could it be possible that she ate something she shouldn’t have?

Qiao Xi didn’t dare to move rashly, so she just let him lean on her.

The heat from his body transferred to hers, and the occasional kisses kept her nerves on edge. She didn’t know what to do in this situation, allowing him to have his way with her as he pleased.

Fortunately, Xingzhou’s consciousness remained very clear.

Other than kissing, he did nothing more.

It was as if clinging to her was merely a way to find relief.

Qiao Xi had never felt the journey home to be so lengthy.

When Old Chen parked the car in front of the small villa, Qiao Xi breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Huo, we’ve arrived!”

She called out to remind him.

The man planted a harsh kiss on her red lips before finally standing up.

His tie was loosened, strands of hair on his forehead were askew and damp.

His eyes were exceptionally dark, staring at her.

Qiao Xi turned her head away unnaturally and opened the car door. The night breeze blew in, scattering the ambiguous atmosphere in the car.

Xingzhou stepped out of the car without a word, and Qiao Xi noticed that he stumbled slightly as he did so.

She wanted to help him but, for some reason, she pulled back her hand.

Xingzhou slowly entered the living room; Aunt Qian was not at home either.

Qiao Xi looked around and figured Aunt Qian must have gone to square dance at this time. She watched as Xingzhou ascended the stairs slower than usual.

Qiao Xi was certain, he must have consumed the same thing as Weiwei!

As for why such a coincidence occurred, she couldn’t rule out Weiwei’s scheming.

“Mr. Huo!”

Qiao Xi followed him upstairs.

But all she heard was a “bang” as his bedroom door closed behind him.

“Mr. Huo…”

Qiao Xi knocked on the door, “Please let me in.”

She could still take his pulse to see what exactly was wrong with him. If it was serious, he might need to go to the hospital.

“Are you sure you want to come in?”

The man asked in a hoarse voice.

Even through a door panel, Qiao Xi could sense the danger.

She hesitated for a moment but, thinking she couldn’t just leave him alone, said, “I’m coming in!”

As the door opened,

Xingzhou grabbed her wrist, spun her around, and pressed her against the door panel.

He leaned in to kiss her.

Passionately.

Madly.

He was not merely tasting as he had been in the car; this was a fierce assault.

The drug that had been severely suppressed burst forth.

Qiao Xi’s breathing became rapid.

Unable to resist, she could only plead pitifully for mercy.

Redness tinged the corners of Xingzhou’s eyes, revealing a seductive charm. His hands gripped her waist as he kissed her all the way to the large bed in the room.

Qiao Xi stumbled, overwhelmed by his overpowering presence as he kissed her on the soft bed.

With a forceful momentum!

It was then she truly understood fear.

But Xingzhou seemed out of control, unlike his usual restrained gentleness. Today he was like a different person. His hands explored her cheongsam, even attempting to undo her frog buttons. Qiao Xi was at a loss.

She noticed he had opened the drawers of the bedside table, and in the quiet room, the sound of plastic tearing could be heard.

Qiao Xi knew what he was doing and, with her nearly healed left hand, she clutched his hand tightly and said loudly,

“Mr. Huo! You must be ill!”

The man finally snapped back to reality and met her eyes.

He took a deep breath.

Realizing that he had stopped his actions, Qiao Xi briefly exhaled in relief.

Anxiety filled the depths of her almond-shaped eyes.

“Mr. Huo, let me help you.”