Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 783: Is She Really That Impressive?

Huo Xingzhou naturally wouldn’t do something that would shoot himself in the foot.

If he drove Zhong Yi away today, Qiao Xi would be in a difficult position.

Even though they are husband and wife, there must be a bit of discretion.

He couldn’t wear down her love for him.

Zhong Yi softly said, "I will keep vigil here tonight too."

"Suit yourself."

Huo Xingzhou said calmly, but the disdain in his eyes was unmistakable.

"I heard there was some trouble at the Xie Family’s engagement banquet last night, and your sister got caught up in it. Was the matter with Pei Chun arranged by you or Xie Xubai?" Zhong Yi didn’t attend last night and only knew limited information.

He came over just to use the process of elimination to narrow down the scope.

Huo Xingzhou knew what he was talking about and, drinking tea, said, "I didn’t intervene."

Zhong Yi said, "Xie Xubai wouldn’t act so ruthlessly; he’s a gentleman."

Huo Xingzhou sipped his tea, saying, "He administered the drug, perhaps others disliked Pei Chun. I only look at the outcome, and this matter is not important to pursue."

It’s nothing much to mind, won’t disrupt his plans.

"The live broadcast wasn’t done by Xie Xubai." Last night, Zhong Yi had Wan Jiang rule out those second-generation rich kids and even sent someone to check the site.

If it wasn’t Xie Xubai, nor those people, then it became interesting.

He thought of the list Wan Jiang presented, the Wind Jasmine Hotel guest list filtered out ten or so people, but only one appeared at the Xie Family engagement banquet yesterday.

Feng Nanxi.

An eighteen-year-old girl, capable of such skills?

Zhong Yi instinctively denied his own thoughts yet maintained a probing mindset.

His peripheral vision caught Huo Xingzhou standing up, then asked, "Where are you going?"

"I’m in my own home, do I need to report where I’m going to you? If you really want to know, I’m going to the kitchen to help Qiao Xi. Suit yourself..."

Huo Xingzhou left him and walked away.

Zhong Yi placed the teacup on the coffee table and said faintly, "Wan Jiang, is it true that Pei Qian is going to meet with Feng Nanxi for a blind date?"

"That’s the rumor. They say the Pei Family wants to ally with the Feng Family. The Eldest Young Master of the Feng Family is merely an incompetent fool, and the Miss of the Feng Family is young and easier to manipulate. Although the Feng Family has declined to a second or third-rate family, the Pei Family firmly believes that a dying camel is still bigger than a horse."

So using their own unpromising son to get an opportunity to control the Feng Family assets is quite worthwhile.

"When is the blind date?"

"Seems like it’s set for tomorrow noon. The two youngsters have been arranged to have a meal together. This meal is over the elders’ explicit arrangement, probably hard to refuse."

"Good, find out the address and tell me."

"Yes."

Wan Jiang tentatively asked, "Young Master Zhong, do you really think the live broadcast at the Xie Family’s engagement banquet last night was done by Fei Luan? But why would she do that?"

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Zhong Yi also couldn’t figure it out.

"Finding Fei Luan is quite difficult. Young Master Zhong, I think we’ve checked the wrong direction, that Feng Miss definitely has nothing to do with Fei Luan. She’s just a straightforward, foolish college girl, perhaps a little clever. She was previously obscure, always quite ordinary."

Wan Jiang had naturally checked all the information thoroughly.

"We’ll find out by trying."

Zhong Yi also leaned towards Wan Jiang’s view, but it was too coincidental.

Too many coincidences aren’t coincidences anymore.

Have to try and see.

"Are we really eating New Year’s Eve dinner and keeping vigil here?"

"Why not!"

Zhong Yi propped himself up on the sofa and softly said, "Help me up, I’m going to the third floor to see Grandpa Cheng. We haven’t met for so many years; I should have a good chat."

"Yes."

Wan Jiang cautiously helped him up.

Zhong Yi’s injury had mostly recovered; today he was holding out without using a wheelchair to come over. His body was still weak, but the doctor said that generally, he could move more often.

As Wan Jiang supported him slowly up the stairs, he said, "You should still use a wheelchair, I can push you to save your strength. By the ninth of the new year, you should be able to stand and walk on your own."

Zhong Yi glanced at him and said, "Meeting the elder, I dare not sit in the wheelchair to worry them."

"Oh."

Turns out it was sheer filial piety.

Wan Jiang dared not say much more.

...

The Huo Family’s New Year’s Eve dinner was quickly prepared; the kitchen had utilized cooking methods including frying, steaming, boiling, with Sun Weimeng’s Buddha Jumping Over the Wall looking decently authentic.

It smelled very fragrant.

The soup also appeared thick and was made with top-quality ingredients.

The whole family sat together at the large round table, Cheng Han seated at the head, Qiao Xi and Zhong Yi sat on either side. Below them were Huo Xingzhou, Sun Weimeng, and others.

"Cheers! Happy New Year!"

Everyone raised their glasses and clinked, producing a crisp sound.

Then they sat down.

Sun Weimeng enthusiastically greeted everyone, "Try my Buddha Jumping Over the Wall; I’ll serve it for you."

He was like a busy butterfly, serving a portion for everyone.

"Eat up! Don’t be shy! I obtained this secret recipe specifically; I’ve tasted it and it’s quite good." Sun Weimeng watched Old Chen and Xiaoyun drink before feeling satisfied.

On such a day, others didn’t decline his hospitality, symbolically drinking a few sips; the taste wasn’t bad.

Only Qiao Xi didn’t touch it, as crab and coix seed inside would cause uterine contractions, so she had to decline Sun Weimeng’s goodwill.

Sun Weimeng placed her bowl in front of Huo Xingzhou, saying, "She’s your wife, she can’t drink it; you substitute for her. Don’t waste this Young Master’s generosity; even my parents haven’t enjoyed such treatment."

Zhong Yi said with a half-smile, "I see President Huo isn’t very willing. But I like it very much; Young Master Sun, give me that bowl."

"Alright!"

The chef delighted in having his creations consumed, Sun Weimeng bypassed Huo Xingzhou and placed Qiao Xi’s bowl of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall in front of Zhong Yi.

Huo Xingzhou’s eyes grew slightly cold.

Cheng Han ate a bite and then placed the Buddha Jumping Over the Wall aside, taking everything in.

On one side is Zhong Yi, close to him; the other is his disciple’s husband.

Both are his flesh and blood, he wouldn’t get involved.

Just a reminder, "Ayi, you used to share from the same bowl with Miss Qiao when you were young. Now grown up, you should mind your limits."

"Habit unchanged, careless at times."

Zhong Yi ate heartily, and before long, two bowls were gone.

Then, he took out a big red envelope and had Wan Jiang give it to Qiao Xi, saying, "This is a New Year’s gift, making up for the previous ones missed."

"I have one too."

Cheng Han also gave a red envelope to Qiao Xi, "Keep it safe."

"Ayi, Grandpa Cheng..." Qiao Xi held the two thick red envelopes with a sore nose, "This is my first time spending New Year with so many people."

Zhong Yi said, "Every year from now on, I’ll spend New Year with you."

Huo Xingzhou looked slightly gloomy.

Sun Weimeng, chewing food with puffed cheeks, casually said, "Huo Er, why do you look so upset? Haven’t you prepared any New Year’s gifts for Qiao Xi?"

Quite a few pairs of eyes turned to him, Huo Xingzhou’s face turned completely black.

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