Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 133 - Little Vinegar Pack, What Can You Understand

Chapter 133 -133 Little Vinegar Pack, What Can You Understand

Huo Xingzhou stroked her disheveled hair, tender and patient as he said, “Dreams are always the opposite.”

Qiao Xi’s cheeks pressed against his chest, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, she didn’t dare let go.

“Mr. Huo, I saw you in Xu Xingluo’s hospital room yesterday. She asked you to feed her fruit…” Her voice was soft and hoarse, seeking an explanation.

“I didn’t feed her.”

The corners of Huo Xingzhou’s mouth turned down slightly as he said, “Nothing at all. It was Xu Xiuyuan who called me, insisting that I come over because…”

Qiao Xi interrupted him, “I understand, she saved your life before.”

What saddened her was not his midnight visit to Xu Xingluo, but the words Huo Jiancheng said to her. She dared not ask Huo Xingzhou directly, fearing it would affect their father-son relationship.

“Little jealous girl, what do you understand?” Huo Xingzhou laughed, rendered speechless.

Forget it, it’s still best not to tell her about that, so she wouldn’t have to worry and be frightened while sick.

“Young Madam, have something to eat,” Aunt Qian said as she entered with a tray, on which were four or five small dishes, and a bowl of thick, fragrant white porridge.

There was even a layer of rice oil on the porridge, which made it look appetizing.

“This white porridge was specially cooked in a clay pot, sweet and delicious,” Aunt Qian said as she placed the tray beside the bed, “Your favorite pickled cucumber, sea kale, I also stir-fried some taro shreds and fresh bean sprouts, all to whet the appetite.”

Her side dishes were top-notch.

“Just focus on recuperating these few days. The doctor said it was overwork that caused your immunity to drop, leaving you vulnerable to the flu. Director Xu personally granted you a three-day sick leave.”

Feeling embarrassed, Qiao Xi replied, “Thank you, Aunt Qian.”

“Poor child, you’ve suffered,” she said as she wiped Qiao Xi’s face with a towel, “You’ve cried yourself into a little calico cat.”

Aunt Qian treated her like her own daughter, pitying her for the early death of her father and her unreliable mother, the young girl advancing step by step through sheer grit. Even the strongest people have their moments of vulnerability.

Qiao Xi’s eyes welled up with hot tears, breaking into a smile, “I’m not a little calico cat.”

“Aunt Qian, I’ll take care of her. You’ve been working hard for a long time, go rest,” Huo Xingzhou insisted.

“Alright.”

If the young couple needs to cultivate their feelings, let them be. If the young master falls sick as well, then Treat it as a holiday.

Aunt Qian gently closed the door behind her.

Huo Xingzhou picked up the bowl of white porridge, a hint of a smile on his lips, “I’ll feed you.”

Qiao Xi’s face reddened, and suppressing the insecurity in her heart she leaned over to take a sip. Her clear and soft eyes gazed at him, “Have you only fed me?”

“That’s not the case.” Huo Xingzhou’s thin lips parted lightly.

Qiao Xi felt a tinge of disappointment.

The man leaned over, covering her red lips with his, his thin, scorching lips parting her teeth.

In the thick of passion, he said, “Only you have been fed this way.”

“Mr. Huo, it’s contagious…”

“It’s bound to be contagious,” He couldn’t possibly let her recuperate in this room alone.

Qiao Xi’s chest heaved as she gasped, pushing him away, “Your phone is ringing.”

“I’ll go out to take a call,” Huo Xingzhou pulled out his phone and saw it was Chen Xun calling. He stepped away from Qiao Xi.

He must be calling about the hacker Fei Luan.

…

Qiao Xi watched his retreating figure, the smile on her face slowly fading.

She clutched her chest, that sense of unease struggling to escape.

The scenes from her dream vivid in her mind, the thought of her grandmother leaving her made Qiao Xi’s throat turn sour and dry.

Unable to resist, she pulled out her phone, went through the contacts, and dialed her grandmother’s number.

The phone rang for a long time, until finally it was answered.

“Nannan.” The familiar address brought tears brimming in Qiao Xi’s eyes.

“Grandma, I miss you,” Qiao Xi sniffled, suppressing her crying for fear the old woman would hear.

“Silly child, have you been wronged in Haicheng? Is Xingzhou treating you well? How is the Huo Family treating you?” Grandma Qiao’s loving voice came through the phone.

Qiao Xi covered her lips as the tears began to fall.

When people are sick, they tend to become fragile and tender.

“Grandma, Xingzhou has been very good to me, and the people of the Huo Family too. It’s just that I haven’t seen you in a long time.” Qiao Xi sniffled and said in a coquettish manner, “I’ll come to see you when I get a break.”

“If you’re happy, this old bag of bones can rest easy. I always worried that you were all alone with no one to look after you.” Grandma Qiao sighed endlessly; her health was poor, and she wouldn’t live for many more years.

“Grandma, you’ll live to be a hundred years old.”

“What’s the use of living that long.”

The conversation between grandmother and granddaughter continued for half an hour before they finally ended the call.

Qiao Xi yawned wearily. Holding her phone, she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, in Moon Village.

Grandma Qiao let out a sigh—she always felt that the child wasn’t very happy and wondered what was on her mind.

The shouting of the courier outside interrupted Grandma Qiao’s thoughts.

“Grandma Qiao, a package from Haicheng!”

“Coming!”

Grandma Qiao walked briskly and collected the package.

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“Grandma Qiao, surely it must be something Qiao Xi sent you again. Your granddaughter has really made something of herself—she’s quite something now!”

“The child has always been dutiful.”

Grandma Qiao received the envelope and glanced at the sender—it wasn’t Qiao Xi. She didn’t think much of it since Qiao Xi often bought things online to send to her.

But this time, it was a document.

It felt square and hard to the touch.

Grandma Qiao tore open the seal, and inside were a stack of printed photos.

She drew out the stack of photos with confusion, looking at them one by one.

She froze, her gaunt fingers trembling.

Her lips were tightly pursed, her face turning pale and ashen.

All at once, Grandma Qiao’s spirit seemed to drain away as she crumpled to the ground.

Her heart ached as if it were being cleaved by a knife. She covered her mouth crying pitifully—her Nannan was not doing well at all in Haicheng.

No wonder her calls always sounded so aggrieved.

Who sent these things? What was their purpose?

She checked the sender again and saw an unfamiliar name.

Grandma Qiao, with trembling fingers, followed the number of the sender and dialed it.

On the other end of the line, a younger woman made threats and insults.

After hearing those words, Grandma Qiao, overcome with rage and panic, fainted.

…

The next day.

Qiao Xi’s condition improved, and Tian Tian’s acupuncture sessions were moved to the Huo family’s small villa.

Tian Tian sat in the second-floor treatment room, holding her right cheek and looking around, “This is where Huo Xingzhou and Sun Weimeng were cured, right? It’s really professional.”

Hopefully, her facial paralysis could be cured too.

“Lie down,” Qiao Xi said, pointing at the bed.

Tian Tian obediently lay down, feeling nervous as she stared at Qiao Xi who picked up the Golden Needle, “Did you hear about Xingluo’s suicide a few days ago?”

She and Xu Xingluo were good friends, and she couldn’t help but worry about her.

“I know,” Qiao Xi replied indifferently, holding the Golden Needle and choosing acupuncture points near the Sanyinjiao Acupoint, Yingxiang Acupoint, and away from the Sanzuli Acupoint, Fengchi Acupoint.

As the needle penetrated the skin, Tian Tian hissed in pain.

It still hurt a little.

Tian Tian hemmed and hawed, seeming like she had something else to say but hesitating.

Qiao Xi glanced at her, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

“Then I’ll say it, but please don’t get angry!”