Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 161 - : He Asks Her, Is It Soft?
Chapter 161 -161: He Asks Her, Is It Soft?
Shu Xue struggled to suppress the sourness and anger in her heart and said, “I’m fine.”
She clumsily changed the subject, looking at Qiao Xi and asking, “Do you think Liu Zongyun in Room 2121 will be resuscitated successfully?”
Qiao Xi hid her doubts and was led by her words into a train of thought.
She recalled the sight of Liu Zongyun in the resuscitation room and replied, “I think so, his will to live is very strong.”
When she went in, Liu Zongyun had weakly extended his index finger, hooking it onto her sterile gown. It was then that Qiao Xi realized his fingers could still move slightly, albeit with minimal range.
His murky, dim eyes shimmered with a desire to survive.
Qiao Xi thought, surely heaven wouldn’t fail someone who is suffering so much.
Shu Xue remarked with emotion, “If he hadn’t made it, then Xu Xingluo would have been indirectly responsible for the death of her own uncle and would likely feel guilty for a lifetime.”
“Mhm.”
Qiao Xi took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a tightness in her chest.
She didn’t have much work today, so she stayed at the nurse’s station with Shu Xue while waiting for news from the resuscitation room.
Two hours later.
News finally came from the other side; Liu Zongyun’s condition had temporarily stabilized, but he was to be transferred to the intensive care unit for observation.
The heavy stone in Qiao Xi’s heart also fell.
Shu Xue smiled at her, “You can relax now, right? Xu Xingluo and Liu Huimin were so rude to you, yet you still pay special attention to Liu Zongyun?”
With a faint trace of a smile in her eyes, Qiao Xi responded, “I don’t know.”
She lowered her head to glance at the text message on her phone and said to Shu Xue, “I have to leave for a bit later, I’ve already asked for leave. If anything comes up, give me a call, and I’ll rush back to the hospital.”
“Okay, don’t worry.”
Qiao Xi put away her phone and hurriedly walked towards the hospital exit.
…
A stretched Lincoln was parked at the hospital entrance. The Huo family’s old mansion butler, Azhong, saw her coming out and courteously opened the car door, saying, “Young Madam, watch your head.”
“Thank you.”
Qiao Xi got into the car, the Lincoln heading towards the Huo family’s old mansion.
Ever since Huo Xingzhou and Old Sir Huo cut ties, her visits to the old mansion had dwindled to once a week. Each time, butler Azhong would personally come to pick her up at the hospital’s entrance.
More than an hour later.
The car stopped in front of the heavy and rustic gates of the old mansion, and Azhong opened the car door. Qiao Xi got out and followed him inside.
Wang Fengxian, once the great-aunt, confronted them. She was plainly dressed, gone was her previous flamboyance. Her gaze upon seeing Qiao Xi was cold, as if harboring many grudges.
With Huo Jianjun in prison and Huo Beiting exiled without Old Sir Huo’s permission, they wouldn’t be able to return to the country in this lifetime.
Qiao Xi walked past her and continued inside.
Following the butler upstairs, she entered Huo Weiguo’s room.
“You’re here,” Huo Weiguo’s hoarse voice sounded. He looked much better, and the frequency of his cold symptoms had reduced. After so many years, he was finally savoring the taste of living.
“To administer your acupuncture.”
Qiao Xi put down her needle pack, and Azhong skillfully began preparations for the Old Sir.
Huo Weiguo lay on the bed while Qiao Xi, holding a slim needle, pierced his acupoints with a stern face throughout the procedure.
Huo Weiguo couldn’t help but speak, “I heard you brought Liu Zongyun to consciousness?”
Qiao Xi calmly responded, “He woke up, but it’s uncertain if he’ll survive. His condition was entirely due to delayed treatment; had he gotten to the hospital earlier, he might have awakened sooner.”
Old Sir Huo chuckled, “You’re too modest; I know all about that incident from back then.”
He reflected on the past with many emotions, “You saved Liu Zongyun, have you also thought about the consequences you’d face?”
“What consequences?”
Qiao Xi looked at him, puzzled.
Old Sir Huo was surprised; apparently, she didn’t know yet.
He swallowed the words that had reached the edge of his lips, “It’s nothing. Perhaps because you are younger, they might not be too harsh. Cheng Han is your mentor, he will definitely protect you.”
The elders probably wanted to protect her, not wanting her to panic, so they temporarily didn’t tell her about the consequences.
Qiao Xi furrowed her brows slightly.
It seemed everyone knew, even Grandpa Cheng was hesitant and faltering.
Huo Weiguo looked at her and admonished earnestly, “I heard Xingzhou has given you a clinic, so you should take this opportunity to build your network and reputation. He, a businessman, can’t protect you all the time.”
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One was the bloodless battlefield of commerce, the other was the strictly-ruled Chinese Medicine Community.
If Lu Bannong and the Northern Sect really wanted to make an issue out of Qiao Xi breaking the rules, the influence of Tianyuan Group might not be able to protect her much.
Unless, she was willing to leave the Chinese Medicine Community.
Huo Weiguo felt that Qiao Xi wouldn’t be willing to do so.
Each time she inserted a needle, her eyes were bright.
Qiao Xi didn’t quite understand his meaning, but she still responded, “Understood.”
As she inserted a row of long needles into Huo Weiguo’s body, Azhong suddenly came in from outside and said, “Old Sir Huo, Young Master Xingzhou has arrived.”
Huo Weiguo chuckled twice, “He still worries about me.”
His voice had barely fallen.
The man, dressed in a suit and dressed to the nines, strode in with a cold aura.
He looked at Qiao Xi and asked, “Are you done?”
Qiao Xi nodded, “Yes, but the needles still need another half an hour before they can be removed…”
“Removing the needles is something anyone can do,” Huo Xingzhou said, holding her hand and completely ignoring Old Sir Huo, “Let’s go home first.”
Old Sir Huo was forced to lay on his stomach in bed, unable to turn over.
He roared, “You brat! Are you treating me as air?”
Huo Xingzhou glanced at him indifferently, “We have already severed ties.”
Old Sir Huo gasped for air, his voice heavy, “But we’re still blood relatives. I admit my fault; can we let bygones be bygones?”
He was sincerely apologizing, a rare occurrence indeed.
But Huo Xingzhou said indifferently, “What’s done is done.”
He pulled Qiao Xi and walked outside.
Old Sir Huo’s eyes were moist; he would have to spend the rest of his life repenting for the favoritism he showed in the first half.
Outside the old residence.
Qiao Xi got into Huo Xingzhou’s battered Rolls Royce and asked, “Mr. Huo, do you really not plan to forgive him? The old man is of age and quite pitiful.”
His eyes closed, he said, “He brought this upon himself.”
Qiao Xi let out a chuckle, mimicking Huo Xingzhou’s previous manner, extending her hand to touch his lips.
“Turns out a dead duck’s mouth is soft, huh?”
Huo Xingzhou’s gaze was dangerous as he carelessly opened his lips and bit her index finger, staring at her.
Qiao Xi was taken aback.
Her finger was sensitive, and the soft touch of his lips and tongue as they grazed her fingertip sent an electric shiver through her body.
She quickly retracted her finger, curling it into a fist.
Warm, moist.
His fair face, with a hint of presumptuousness, asked lightly, “Soft or not?”
Qiao Xi felt a tingling sensation in her scalp.
Soft.
Her thumb unconsciously rubbed her index finger, somewhat overwhelmed by his seductive boldness.
Seeing her uncomfortable and not answering, Huo Xingzhou grew even bolder.
“Do you prefer a soft duck, or a hard one?”
