Chapter 21: Chapter 21: Newlyweds Unable to Restrain Themselves
“What do you say?”
The man leaned against the soft leather seat, his deanor relaxed, and the water in his eyes shimred like a mountain spring under the moonlight.
Qiao Xi deliberated and said, “Mr. Huo, I think you knew all along that the painting was a fake.”
It was just an intuition.
“How so? I’m hardly a master of cultural relics appraisal.”
Qiao Xi furrowed her brows and shared her speculation, “You gave up so decisively at the beginning, and you seed indifferent in the face of Huo Beiting’s humiliation. Most importantly…”
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“What is it?”
“The Mr. Huo I know would never buy a painting for thirty-five million. To you, that money would be better spent on aningful activities.” For example, setting up a foundation or making a donation.
He didn’t have an interest in feigned refinent or the pursuit of fa and fortune; instead, he was down-to-earth and principled. That’s the deanor of a truly noble gentleman, right?
Huo Xingzhou moved closer unexpectedly, staring into her eyes.
“Little Divine Doctor is so clever. But…”
His eyes, like springs reflecting the shimring moonlight, held a smile as he said, “The things that should be bought must still be bought.”
Then, he placed the long red velvet box into the palm of her hand, “This is for you, consider it a reward.”
Huo Xingzhou hadn’t expected that a young girl he had known only briefly could see through his true nature, yet his so-called “family” never understood him.
Qiao Xi opened the box to find a row of Golden Needles gleaming with a cold, sharp light.
Indeed.
As expected.
“Last ti I saw you eyeing Zhuo Feng’s Golden Needles, you looked envious. They’re yours now.”
Qiao Xi wanted to reject the gift but also couldn’t bear to.
Seeing her cute and conflicted expression, Huo Xingzhou said, “We’ll deduct it from your consultation fee.”
“Okay!”
Her eyes curved into crescents as she responded aloud.
His deep eyes brimd with amusent; his Little Divine Doctor naturally deserved the best.
“Mr. Huo, you’re really kind!”
Huo Xingzhou felt his heart stir with warmth at her innocent and trusting deanor. A slow smile spread across his lips, his voice husky and sensual.
“So, Qiao Xi, you should be good to as well.”
“Mhm, mhm.”
On their way, Qiao Xi kept her head down, fondly touching each Golden Needle with such joy that she couldn’t contain it.
The car drove all the way to the house.
At this ti, the villa’s gate was open, and the living room was brightly lit. Aunt Qian would usually have returned to her room to watch TV and prepare for bed by now.
Strange.
“Slow down, make sure you recognize the people before going inside,” Huo Xingzhou’s tone carried a hint of chill.
It wouldn’t be surprising if the main branch of the Huo Family, having suffered a setback, had co straight here.
They were capable of deeds as dire as murder and arson.
Qiao Xi grew nervous after his words. Could there be break-ins even in the affluent districts?
She pushed Huo Xingzhou’s wheelchair slowly through the foyer and saw Du Juan and Huo Jiancheng sitting on the sofa in the living room; she let out a sigh of relief.
“Dad, Mom,” Huo Xingzhou greeted them. “What brings you here?”
Qiao Xi opened her mouth and softly called out, “Mother-in-law, Father-in-law.” Those two titles were still hard to say.
Du Juan’s face was stern, her expression dark.
Huo Jiancheng kept signaling to Huo Xingzhou, hoping he would understand.
“Are your eyes twitching? I’ll take you to the ophthalmologist tomorrow,” Du Juan suppressed her anger as if sitting on a barrel of gunpowder.
Qiao Xi’s heart raced.
“Wife, getting angry can cause wrinkles. Just talk it out with the kids. You also want them to have a good relationship,” Huo Jiancheng was a peaceable man, always the diator at ho.
He was skilled at smoothing over conflicts.
“I also want to talk properly. Aunt Qian, take out what you’ve seen.” Du Juan took a deep breath. Everyone has a ti when they are young and passionate, and can hardly restrain themselves.
Mustn’t get angry.
Aunt Qian silently spread her hand open. Two little blue pills were very conspicuous.
“I found these while cleaning, swept out from beneath the young master’s bed. Ah…” Aunt Qian sighed regretfully, “I’ve been around the block.”
She recognized at a glance what they were.
When Huo Xingzhou saw them, a chill enveloped him.
All Qiao Xi could see in her apricot eyes was confusion, naivety. She had never co into contact with such pills.
“Huo Xingzhou! You’ve always been my pride.” Du Juan shook her head, frustrated by his foolishness, “If your father takes this, there might be so justification. But you’re so young… why rush things?”
“Wife, leave so dignity. When you discipline the child, don’t drag into it,” Huo Jiancheng pleaded.
What’s wrong with a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties taking a little pill?
“Shut up.”
Shouted Du Juan.
Huo Jiancheng shrank down, instantly cowering like a quail.
“I know you are newlyweds, can’t restrain yourselves. But the doctor said you need to take good care of your body, there might still be a chance for recovery in the future.”
Du Juan advised earnestly, “Xingzhou, we have the rest of our lives ahead of us. Besides, you initially… insisted on making Qiao Xi live like a widow, so why…”
It’s one thing to have affection, but forcing the marital act was immature.
Qiao Xi listened, baffled, but she did clarify one thing. The little blue pill was for use by n.
She hadn’t thought Mr. Huo would care so much about male pride.
Huo Xingzhou, seeing her puzzled look, his handso face turned iron blue, and he said through clenched teeth, “That’s not mine.”
Du Juan laughed in disbelief, “Are you saying Zhou Yu deliberately threw it into your room to fra you?”
“Why couldn’t it possibly be his?”
Huo Xingzhou raised his eyes. Those cold, pond-like eyes burned with anger. His hands clenched into fists, the veins on his hands bulging, his knuckles white and crackling.
Qiao Xi, swallowing hard at the tense atmosphere, said, “Huo… Xingzhou didn’t take it.”
Du Juan asked seriously, “Did he really not take it?”
“He didn’t,” she checked his pulse every day, “Zhou Yu did co over the other day.”
Du Juan was skeptical, “Since you didn’t take any, you’re not allowed to in the future either.” She felt more at peace, “I’m confiscating these.”
“Husband, take Xingzhou upstairs to rest. I have so words I want to say to Qiao Xi.”
“Alright.”
Huo Jiancheng, pushing Huo Xingzhou’s wheelchair, headed toward the elevator, away from the place of trouble.
“Qiao Xi, co here.” Du Juan patted the seat next to her, “Sit down, let’s have a talk.”
This girl, the more she looked at her, the more likable she beca.
Qiao Xi walked over and sat down obediently next to her.
“I know you’re feeling wronged, living like a widow. But… so things can’t be rushed,” Du Juan said with a aningful tone, “Once he gets better, won’t you have even more fun?”
“Hmm?”
Qiao Xi was thoroughly confused. Have fun with what?
“That thing.” Du Juan indicated by touching her two thumbs together.
“No, we haven’t…” Qiao Xi began to defend.
“Young Madam, it happened. There’s no need to be shy.” Aunt Qian, grinning, took out her phone and with a snap, placed it in front of Qiao Xi.
There it was, in a burst mode series.
“Look, that day you were drunk, kissing the young master intensely. I heard the noise all the way downstairs.” She flipped through the photos.
“You see, these red marks are from your mouth. That’s why he’s been wearing high-collared white shirts these past days.”
Qiao Xi’s mouth dropped open. Her cheeks turned so red they seed to bleed.
The sha spread from her ears down to her toes, her body burning up, wishing she could just bash her head against a block of tofu.
What bruising!
Qiao Xi, you fool!
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