Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 206 - Dont Say Divorce Lightly
Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Don’t Say ‘Divorce’ Lightly
Chapter 206: Chapter 206: Don’t Say ‘Divorce’ Lightly
Huo Xingzhou’s thin lips turned red, and uncollected tides of emotion lingered in his eyes.
He spoke indifferently, “I didn’t hear you clearly, say it again.”
Having exhausted all her strength with that previous sentence, Qiao Xi pushed away from Huo Xingzhou’s embrace and swam towards the shore.
Huo Xingzhou’s strong palm instantly grabbed her ankle and pulled her back. Amid their entanglement, he lifted his hand to support the back of her head, forcing her to look into his eyes.
Coldness crept into his heart as repressed anger climbed to his head.
Yet, he maintained his composure all the while.
“Qiao Xi, I taught you how to swim not so that you could escape from me one day,” he said, staring into her eyes, each word deliberate.
Water mist filled Qiao Xi’s eyes, but she looked back at him more stubbornly, silent.
He leaned in close, his thin lips tracing her face, “I understand that grandma’s death has hit you hard, and I can comprehend your rash words in the moment. But do not speak of divorce.”
Qiao Xi closed her eyes tightly, feeling a sourness in her throat.
She let him kiss her, let him carry her ashore, and helped her back to the room to clean up.
After returning to the master bedroom.
Huo Xingzhou thought she was just acting out of spite and forgave her momentary slip of the tongue.
As long as they weathered this tough time, she would return to her usual spirited self.
When he was about to change her into her nightgown, Qiao Xi sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed his wrist, her voice hoarse, “Mr. Huo, I’ve thought it through.”
Her voice still raspy, “This marriage was a transaction from the start.”
She took out the “Marriage Agreement” from the bedside table and placed it in front of him, “I treated your legs, with a three-month term agreed upon. Now that three months have passed, this agreement has come into effect.”
Her pretty face was resolute, “Now, we are at the stage of an agreement-sanctioned divorce.”
“The clinic has burned down, and I do not plan to reopen. Many people previously pleaded with me for house calls, and I refused. During this time, I will make house calls to repay the debt I owe you. Please give me some time.”
She emphasized each “you” and “debt.”
Marking a clear distinction between them.
A dark surge of blood welled up in Huo Xingzhou’s eyes as he looked at the “Marriage Agreement,” regretting why he had signed it in the first place and feeling somewhat resentful of her heartlessness.
For some reason, after her despair, she wanted to settle accounts with him as well.
He thought Qiao Xi’s recent silence was due to her anger at him for not answering the phone that night, the overwhelming grief of the grandmother’s death, and her resentment towards his status, which had embroiled her with Xiang Huai and Xu Xingluo.
It was like a silent contest with him, but he never thought it was about gradually distancing herself.
She calmly decided everything and then proposed divorce to him.
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“Qiao Xi, so now… in your heart, are we just a relation of debtor and creditor?” he asked, his gaze terribly icy.
Countless emotions tugged at Qiao Xi’s heart, and she said with pale lips, “Yes.”
Huo Xingzhou nearly laughed in anger.
But he couldn’t bear to be angry with her, fearing his words would hurt her.
He felt resentment towards himself.
“You…”
He was about to speak when his phone on the side buzzed annoyingly like a fly.
He walked over and answered the phone with an unpleasant tone, “Hello, what is it?”
Zhou Yu was on the other end, chattering away. Qiao Xi sat on the edge of the bed, her heart in her throat. In fact, she also felt panicked and nervous, afraid that her words would earn her a good scolding.
She stealthily glanced at his expression, his face cold and practically temperatureless.
His tone was unfriendly as he said to the other side, “Come right away.”
He hung up the phone, looked at Qiao Xi, holding back his anger, “Get some good sleep at home, and let’s pretend you never mentioned divorce.”
For someone as proud as him to endure such trampling was indeed not easy.
Huo Xingzhou picked up his jacket and walked out of the room, his movements to close the door still deliberately softened.
Qiao Xi lay in bed, listening to the sounds outside.
She certainly didn’t think he was off to see Xu Xingluo, she knew that the whole night had been an accident. But Qiao Xi couldn’t swallow such an accident, it left a thorn in her heart.
She too was squeezed by that marriage certificate from Huo Jiancheng, unwilling to let half of Huo Xingzhou’s empire slip away into others’ hands.
She had seen him shining brightly, adept and spirited in the business world, how could she bear to see that star dim.
The sound of an engine rang out at the entrance of the villa.
Soon, the car had driven far away.
The villa quieted down again, she lay in bed, the distinct yet indiscernible scent lingered. Resting upon this bed of lucid dreams, she slowly closed her eyes.
…
The night was like water.
That conspicuously numbered Rolls-Royce headed towards Fuchun Garden Club. From the rearview mirror, Old Chen caught sight of his young master’s icy demeanor and shivered.
He was truly angry now.
He didn’t know who had upset the young master this much.
He stepped on the accelerator and sped up the car a bit more.
Eventually, the car stopped at the Fuchun Garden Club at a quarter past eight in the evening.
Old Chen, driving into the parking lot, said, “Young master, wait for me. I…”
He hadn’t finished his sentence when he saw Huo Xingzhou open the car door and quickly walk towards the underground elevator.
Fuchun Garden was a little mansion in Jiangnan style, exceptionally exquisite, and a top club in Haicheng. The guests who came here to relax were all either rich or noble, refined and full of taste, visually very upscale.
Huo Xingzhou, with a stern and extraordinarily handsome face, clad in a suit and leather shoes, entered the club.
The guests sitting in the lobby looked at him in surprise.
Compared to other young elites, Huo Xingzhou rarely came to the club unless it was for business discussions or to talk about important matters with Zhou Yu. It was rare for him to appear alone.
The club manager carefully watched his expression, Huo Er’s expression was off, and he approached like a fearsome deity.
Had their club done something to offend him?
“Huo… Huo Er, are you…”
“I don’t have an appointment, I’m looking for Zhou Yu.”
Huo Xingzhou’s face was as cold as jade, and his tone was equally cold.
After he spoke, Zhou Yu appeared. He ran down the stairs from the second floor and said to Huo Xingzhou, “You finally came. That son of a bitch is drinking in room 820, surrounded by a bunch of bad company.”
He looked behind Huo Xingzhou, “Old Chen didn’t come? Should I find a few more people temporarily?”
“He’s parking.”
“Oh, then I’m relieved. I was worried those sons of bitches would be reckless, not giving you any respect once they see you. You know once they drink too much, they lose all reason, letting their hot blood overrule everything without caring who you are—just going for it first.”
Zhou Yu looked at him, kindly warning him.
Huo Xingzhou glanced at him and said, “I cherish my life very much.”
He was someone who had walked through King Yama Hall, his legs also painstakingly cured through Qiao Xi’s dedicated acupuncture massage.
He wouldn’t risk his life for just anything unless it was for Qiao Xi.
Zhou Yu blinked his eyes, spotting Old Chen appearing at the entrance of the club, his eyes twinkling with intrigue as he said, “Let’s… stir things up then!”
He had been waiting for a long time.
He was quite restless.
He could finally deal with those damned bastards.
