Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 142 - : Tonight, Becoming His Person

Chapter 142 -142: Tonight, Becoming His Person

Even casting aside all reserve, without holding anything back.

Huo Xingzhou also harbored the inferior masculine trait of possessiveness, unique and unrivaled.

Qiao Xi, due to her long-standing personality, wasn’t adept at expressing the fondness in her heart. She would silently do things for him, yet found it tough to utter the words “I love you”.

Huo Xingzhou put a lot of effort into it but couldn’t pry open her mouth.

He bit down hard by the corner of her mouth as if to punish her.

His usually stern and gloomy eyes softened into heaps upon heaps of gentleness, “I thought about you all day during the company meeting.”

Qiao Xi’s lovely lips curved slightly, and a bright light flashed in her beautiful eyes.

She sat on the office desk, legs dangling, a tender emotion rippling in the depths of her eyes.

“Actually… I have something to tell you,” she said, her heart fluttering, fearing his different opinion.

“What?”

“Mr. Huo, I resigned from the hospital,” she added proudly, her self-respect evident. “I have some savings, so I won’t be eating for free at home.”

She felt inferior at heart, afraid that he might think less of her.

“That’s good.”

“Hmm?”

Qiao Xi looked at him, puzzled.

“I’ll tell you when we get home,” Huo Xingzhou examined her and gently wiped away the lipstick at the corner of her mouth with his fingertip. “It came off when I kissed you.”

Qiao Xi subconsciously pursed her lips, smearing the remaining lipstick.

She was led by Huo Xingzhou out of the office.

In the corridor.

Chen Xun stood uneasily, bowing slightly as he respectfully said, “President Huo, the documents you requested.”

He had just pushed the door and seen the two of them kissing, inseparable, and immediately backed out, wondering if he would receive a directive next to go buy contraceptives from the pharmacy.

Fortunately, President Huo was not so absurd as to lose control in the office.

“Hmm.”

Huo Xingzhou took the document bag, speaking indifferently.

Qiao Xi looked on curiously, having a sense of mystery.

Huo Xingzhou didn’t say much else and took her home. Throughout the drive, he never spoke, instead he was confirming business matters on his laptop; Qiao Xi hesitated to speak.

She gazed at him again and again with her almond-shaped eyes.

Mr. Huo really seemed so busy, constantly on calls and video conferences throughout the ride. How late would he work tonight if she had not come?

Qiao Xi hung her head low, idly twirling her fingers, occasionally stealing glances at him.

After dozens of minutes, the car stopped in front of a small villa.

Driver Old Chen had already gotten out, leaving the two of them alone in the car.

Huo Xingzhou closed his laptop and turned to her, asking, “What did you want to tell me?”

He hadn’t ignored her subtle actions, it was just that he was stretched too thin. The Zhong Family from Imperial Capital had many meticulous and fussy demands with their order. Many details were like nitpicking.

Even Zhou Yu joked, asking if he had offended the Zhong Family in some way, by digging up their ancestors’ graves or stealing their wife.

Qiao Xi’s throat tightened, and she shook her head.

Those shameful words were hard to speak when they reached her lips.

“Then let’s get out of the car first.”

“Oh.”

Qiao Xi walked out as if in a daze, like a marionette on strings.

Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, too confused to sort out.

She wanted to ask if Aunt Qian would discover the things in the studio. She also wanted to know if the words Mr. Huo said that morning still held true.

What did he mean by that? Was it what she had been thinking?

She spent the entire day excited and nervous, filled with both fear and anticipation.

Would they completely come together tonight? What kind of preparation should she make for it?

Following beside him, Qiao Xi entered the living room, her mind unsettled.

“Young Master, Young Madam,” Aunt Qian greeted them with a smile, “I have cleaned the studio. It’s quite chilly at night, do take care of yourselves.”

Qiao Xi’s cheeks flushed red.

The torn dress, the explicit nude paintings—all had been seen by Aunt Qian.

“Young Master, I’ve framed that painting for you, it looks very nice. Young Madam’s medical books have also been moved to the studio, so it’ll be convenient for both of you to paint or read there.”

Aunt Qian said with a smile in her eyes, teasingly.

“Aunt Qian, when will dinner be ready?” Huo Xingzhou asked, changing the subject as he saw her shyness.

“Soon, there’s still a pot of soup in the kitchen, I’ll bring it over.”

“Hmm.”

Huo Xingzhou took off his coat and hung it up, placing the documents on the coffee table. He sat down at the dining table with ease, while Qiao Xi moved hesitantly towards it and slowly took a seat.

Aunt Qian brought over the soup, lifted the lid and said, “Ginseng, astragalus and Chinese wolfberry soft-shelled turtle soup, it’s nourishing for the parts it targets.”

Huo Xingzhou’s expression turned a bit peculiar.

Qiao Xi, being familiar with medicinal cuisine, naturally knew what the soup was for, it was intended to strengthen the kidneys and bolster yang energy.

Especially when she saw that the soup contained eucommia, which strengthens the liver and kidneys, and fortifies the sinews and bones. It’s particularly effective for those who suffer from weakness and soreness in the waist and knees.

“One bowl each, you must finish it,” Aunt Qian insisted as she served them each a bowl and placed it in front of them.

Under Aunt Qian’s supervision, she made sure Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou finished their soup before she left satisfied.

Qiao Xi glanced up stealthily at Huo Xingzhou, catching his focused, burning gaze.

Undercurrents stirred, and an ambiguous tension arose.

“Mr. Huo, I’m full,” Qiao Xi said softly.

He responded calmly, “First take a bath and change into the dress, see you in the studio?”

Qiao Xi nodded ever so slightly.

She fled as if escaping calamity, while Huo Xingzhou leisurely served himself another bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup, taking his time to savor it, though it was somewhat fishy.

The good intentions of Aunt Qian should not be wasted.

…

Qiao Xi entered her room and immediately locked the door behind her.

She found the black lace spaghetti strap dress and nervously took out the USB given to her by Shu Xue. Could some last-minute cramming still be of use?

How could she satisfy Mr. Huo? What should she do in a special situation?

Her cheeks were flushed red, and in her urgency, she could only call Shu Xue for advice. The call connected promptly, but Shu Xue’s voice sounded a bit strange.

“Shu Xue, what should I pay attention to for the first time?” Qiao Xi asked, embarrassed.

“Hmm… use protection to enjoy pleasure longer,” Shu Xue hoarsely replied, “But since you’re a married couple… it’s okay either way.”

She paused for a moment then continued in fits and starts, “Qiao Xi, men are usually… very quick their first time. Is it his first time? Anyway, you… just make sure you enjoy yourself.”

“I… um!”

Qiao Xi frowned and asked, “Is your dog giving you trouble again?”

“Yeah, I have to hang up now.”

Beep, beep, beep.

After a string of busy signals from the other end of the phone, Qiao Xi felt that Shu Xue said a lot, yet said nothing substantial.

Feeling feverish with a spinning head, she accessed the USB and opened the file “Use the Barbarians’ own methods to subdue them,” hoping to learn something new. She forced herself to watch for over ten minutes before mustering up the courage to grab the battle gown and head to the bathroom.

She lingered in the bathroom for an hour, scrubbing her skin until it was pink and radiant.

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Underneath, she wore the almost transparent black dress, and wrapped herself with an impenetrable sleeping gown, making her way step by step to the studio on the top floor.

She gently pushed open the door to find the man already seated there, his forehead’s stray hairs dotted with droplets of water. He was dressed in a silky dark blue nightgown, apparently having already taken a bath.

As she entered, he lifted his eyes towards her in a captivating manner, scrutinizing her serious yet resolute little face.

“Are you coming as if to meet your demise?” he asked.

Qiao Xi took deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling.

If offering herself was akin to meeting her demise, then she indeed came for that very reason.

“Come in, lock the door,” he said with a composed air.

Qiao Xi obediently closed the door and as the lock clicked, her heartbeat instantly lost its rhythm.

The painting from last night hung on the wall, and she stood transfixed by it.

Behind her, the man approached, his large hand tracing a path up from her thigh, the warmth of his breath in waves upon her face.

The skin, freshly bathed, was exceptionally sensitive.

She began to tremble uncontrollably.

Qiao Xi stretched out her hands to stop his wandering ones, pleading almost to the point of begging, “Mr. Huo, that’s too fast…”