Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 204 - Birthday Banquet As You Wish
Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Birthday Banquet, As You Wish!
Chapter 204: Chapter 204: Birthday Banquet, As You Wish!
Xu Guangyao’s voice couldn’t be restrained and faintly penetrated into the ward.
Liu Zongyun peered through the crack in the ward, watching the viper father and daughter leave.
He slowly opened his eyes, his eyes brimming with immersion and calculation.
He moved his fingers, gradually flexing his joints. Then he opened his mouth, like a baby learning to speak, striving to regain his speech function.
He did these rehabilitative exercises away from everyone’s eyes.
Last time, Xu Xingluo had caused him to catch the flu, nearly costing him his life.
He was uncertain whether there were any specialists on his current medical team who had been bribed by the father and daughter. If any individual specialists gave him something to eat, he would wait for them to leave and then spit it out.
Liu Zongyun knew that he couldn’t take any more risks.
He couldn’t always be this lucky.
If he died,
The wrongful grievances of twenty-two years ago would be buried with the yellow earth.
After his death, how could he face his little niece?
He deliberately didn’t eat, or he would vomit out anything he had eaten, making his complexion look poor. In front of the Liu Family, it was the same.
Xu Guangyao was clever.
Having deceived everyone for so many years, he couldn’t give away any hints.
Before he could speak clearly about everything, he couldn’t reveal a hint of progress, not even to his mother or older brother.
Liu Zongyun bit his teeth, straightening his hand bit by bit. His fingers curled one by one, struggling to form a fist, then releasing it.
He practiced repeatedly.
His clumsy tongue was constantly practicing tongue rolling and articulation.
He muted his voice, calling out name after name, indistinct and unclear. But the name he called out the most was Xu Guangyao.
“Shh… Guangya.”
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His face turned red, and his forehead broke out in a lot of sweat.
Simple movements drained much of his energy; whenever he heard any movement outside the door, he would close his mouth and pretend to fall back into unconsciousness.
The bastard girl prayed that on her birthday feast, she hoped to hear him wish her a happy birthday.
He would try, as she wished!
He hoped that on the day of her birthday feast, she would still be able to smile sweetly!
…
Evening.
The sun set in the west.
A tangerine-red sunset spread across half the sky.
In the main bedroom of the Huo Family’s small villa.
Qiao Xi slowly opened her eyes, her mind blank for a moment. She stared at the familiar ceiling above her head, and for an instant, she didn’t react.
Had she returned to Haicheng?
The last fragment of her memory was attending her grandmother’s funeral.
After that, it seemed like she lost consciousness entirely, slipping into a deep sleep.
She didn’t expect that when she woke up, she would be in Haicheng.
“Young Madam.”
Aunt Qian knocked on the door and walked in, carrying a bowl of thick osmanthus and red bean sweet soup, saying, “You must be hungry? The young master specifically instructed this, saying that you particularly love it.”
Qiao Xi had a sweet tooth, perhaps because she had suffered too many hardships in her childhood.
Any hint of sweetness was worth cherishing for her.
“Thank you.”
Qiao Xi looked at the bowl of crimson sweet soup and said softly, starting to drink it in small sips.
Aunt Qian looked at her sympathetically and said, “Young Madam, you’ve lost weight; I’ll prepare some nutritious food for you in the coming days. It’s better for girls to be a bit plumper.”
Qiao Xi didn’t say much, and after finishing her meal, she placed the empty bowl on her tray.
At this moment.
The cellphone on the bedside table rang, and Qiao Xi turned to answer the call.
“Hello.”
As she looked at the note on the phone, her fingers tensed nervously.
“I… have time, I can do it now,” Qiao Xi said into the phone, “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
She hung up the phone, feeling even heavier in her heart.
Aunt Qian, noticing her troubled expression, paused and asked, “Young Madam, where are you going? I’ll have Old Chen drive you there.”
“I still have some matters to take care of, but I’ll be back soon.”
She paused and then said to Aunt Qian, “If Mr. Huo asks, tell him I went to see Shu Xue.”
“Alright. The young master went to the company, and I don’t know when he will return.”
Aunt Qian didn’t ask further.
She thought to herself that Qiao Xi must be quite busy recently, with the clinic having been burned, it possibly needed renovation. There were also many friends to deal with, as well as some procedural matters.
Qiao Xi changed her clothes and walked briskly out of the villa, hailing a ride to the nearest coffee shop.
After she paid for the ride using her phone.
Standing in front of the small coffee shop, her palms began to sweat profusely.
For a moment, she didn’t know whether she should push the door open.
She didn’t know what kind of words she was going to hear next—possibly insults, maybe embarrassment, likely pity. Qiao Xi closed her eyes for a moment, then stretched out her hand and pushed open the glass door.
She walked in.
The coffee shop was very quiet, with a rich aroma of coffee wafting through the air, the decor elegant and refined.
In the corner sat a graceful and cultured man, bearing a slight resemblance to Huo Xingzhou, although his features were not as sharp.
“Dad.”
Qiao Xi slowly walked over, her voice hoarse as she called out.
“Sit down, don’t be too formal,” Huo Jiancheng handed her the menu, “Order whatever you’d like to drink. The Rwandan Summer here is good; I used to come here often, and Xingzhou likes it too.”
Qiao Xi pursed her lips, setting the menu aside, and said, “If you have something to say, please just say it.”
Huo Jiancheng’s lips curled into a wry smile and he said helplessly, “That’s just like you, not even leaving any face for pleasantries. Your straightforward and no-nonsense character doesn’t fit in with high society at all, leaving nobody a way to step down gracefully.”
His tone was gentle, but Qiao Xi knew he meant she was not suited to be the Huo family’s Young Madam.
She had never aspired to fit that role; the role she wanted to fit was with that person.
“I’m sorry.”
Facing an elder, she didn’t know what to say, so she could only start by bowing her head and apologizing.
Huo Jiancheng looked at her with a complex gaze, a far cry from his former aggressiveness when he was compelling her to divorce Huo Xingzhou. This time he seemed more filled with sympathy and pity, “Logically, with your grandmother just having passed away, I shouldn’t be saying such things.”
Qiao Xi raised her eyes, her round, clear ones clean and transparent: “When you called me, you had already decided to say those things today. Since I’ve come, I’m also prepared.”
She was always able to see through people’s hearts. In that world tainted and corroded by money, she was like a breath of fresh air.
She drew people’s attention and made them unable to resist the desire to destroy her.
“Fine,” Huo Jiancheng crossed his arms and took a deep breath, looking at her, “I would like to ask you to divorce Xingzhou.”
Qiao Xi did not ask why.
Because she knew that at the Jinling Grand Hotel that night, Huo Jiancheng was present. If he truly wanted her and Huo Xingzhou to grow old together, he would have tried to stop the affair between Huo Xingzhou and Xu Xingluo.
But he didn’t.
Huo Jiancheng took out an envelope.
He handed it to Qiao Xi, saying, “Take a look, and you’ll understand my difficulties. I actually have… no other choice, so I can only take advantage of a young girl like you.”
He knew well enough to pick on someone weaker than himself.
Qiao Xi took the envelope and pulled out an old contract from it.
The paper was yellowed, evidently many years old.
