Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 100 - Mr. Huo, I Want to Be Yours
Chapter 100: Chapter 100 Mr. Huo, I Want to Be Yours
Qiao Xi’s body shook with tension, her hands clenched tightly under the bedsheet.
What kind of intimate act must have happened, for the perfume scent of Xu Xingluo to linger?
Her eyes felt slightly warm, a bit moist.
She didn’t dare ask for confirmation.
But when Qiao Xi felt the man beside her slowly rising to leave, she didn’t know where the courage came from as she grabbed his arm.
“Mr. Huo.”
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Her soft voice sounded, and she sat up in bed, her arms tightly wrapped around his robust waist.
In the darkness, the man who had his back to her turned around, letting out a light chuckle.
“I thought you were going to continue pretending to sleep,” he said in a warm, lingering voice, while his slender fingers caressed her smooth skin.
Qiao Xi boldly stood up, stepping onto the soft bed to look down at him as she looped her arms around the man’s neck.
Eyes met eyes.
Such a pose instinctively bred ambiguity.
Qiao Xi pursed her lips tightly, feeling extremely uncomfortable.
On one hand, she was too timid to ask about his relationship with Xu Xingluo; on the other, she forced herself to believe in Huo Xingzhou.
The struggle that pulled at her nearly drove her insane.
Suddenly.
Her clear, watery apricot eyes filled with a do-or-die determination, she boldly met Huo Xingzhou’s puzzled gaze and said, “Mr. Huo, my hand is almost healed.”
Direct.
Fervent.
The air stilled for a moment.
Huo Xingzhou’s hand pinched her soft waist, his eyes growing darker: “Qiao Xi, do you even know what you’re saying?”
“I know,” she said in a low voice.
That night, they nearly crossed the line in a moment of passion.
He said that once her hand healed, he wouldn’t let her go, and those “marital joys” hadn’t even come into play yet.
“Qiao Xi, I’m giving you another chance to think this through,” his voice was already hoarse to the point of being unrecognizable, his body a study in ascetic self-restraint. Only the tightening grip of his hands betrayed his agitation.
Qiao Xi felt unbearably pressured by that sour bitterness and inferiority; she shook her head.
No further consideration was needed.
She kissed the man’s thin lips directly, pressing her soft body against his.
An innocent, passionate kiss set the pitch-black night ablaze.
Huo Xingzhou’s body tensed like a drawn sword.
Letting her ignite it, tempt it.
Qiao Xi lightly bit his lip corner, her eyes brimming with a moist light, her voice sweet and soft: “Mr. Huo, I am willing.”
No man could refuse such words.
And Huo Xingzhou was no exception when faced with Qiao Xi.
“Don’t regret it later,” Huo Xingzhou said in a deep voice, his breath scorchingly hot.
Qiao Xi gripped his shirt tightly, her breath rapid.
For once in her life, she wanted to act on impulse, to seize what she desired.
“I want to be yours.”
In the truest sense of husband and wife.
Her words acted like a fuse, igniting all the ambiguity. The man took control, his powerful hormones invading her space, pressing her firmly against the soft bed.
Qiao Xi’s boudoir, with its elegant light fragrance, mingled with the sharp scent on his body. The sweet cloying scent of Xu Xingluo quietly dissipated as if it had never existed.
Lips entangled, clashing.
Qiao Xi’s dress zipper was pulled open, crumpled on her body. The man kissed her fair neck, his slender fingers caressing her skin.
Qiao Xi’s cheeks turned crimson, struggling to cope.
She was extremely nervous; even her red lips trembled.
“Qiao Xi…” His voice was like the ultimate aphrodisiac, enchanting the heart. His well-defined fingers caressed her lower abdomen, whispering, “Here, there might be a child.”
Qiao Xi lay on the bed, her hair spread out, eyes wide open as she looked at him, her expression filled with confusion.
“Mrs. Merry is not one hundred percent effective in contraception,” he said softly. “Let’s wait a while longer.”
His blood was surging, rationality on the brink of collapse, but he still called a halt.
What he wanted to give her was not a first night of such hurried discontent.
Qiao Xi half-lowered her eyes, letting out a sigh of relief at the bottom of her heart, but she felt a tinge of disappointment as well.
Did he not want to touch her because Xu Xingluo had come back?
Suddenly.
The man took hold of her left hand, asking in a low and ambiguous tone, “It has healed, hasn’t it?”
“Hmm?” Qiao Xi looked at him, puzzled.
“Then tonight it shall be put to work,” the man said in a cold, abstinent manner, uttering shamelessly.
It took Qiao Xi a long moment to realize what he meant, and her entire skin began to burn with heat.
She did not resist, allowing his presumptuous movements.
Early summer, Sea City.
Mu Lan clutching a document bag drove towards the Empire Building, it contained the drafted divorce agreement.
Throughout the journey, Mu Lan’s expression was calm, showing no signs that she was a woman about to get divorced.
At eighteen, Mu Lan had tried everything to marry Huo Tingxiao. Seven years had passed, and she thought even a stone would have warmed up by then.
Unfortunately, no matter what she did, Huo Tingxiao treated her as if she were air, just as he had said those years ago, “You will only get the title of Mrs. Huo, nothing more.”
Pale fingers gripped the steering wheel, and during the drive, she received a call. Whatever the other person said, Mu Lan got distracted. To avoid a pedestrian suddenly crossing the road, she instinctively made a sharp turn, causing her white Maserati to spin out of control and crash into the roadside railing.
With a “bang”, the airbag deployed instantly!
The huge impact buzzed in her head, the sudden car crash drew more and more onlookers.
“There’s someone in the car, call 120 quickly.”
“My gosh, she’s bleeding so much, the lady looks badly hurt.”
“Miss, miss, can you hear me speak? Can you tell me your family’s contact information?”
Mu Lan’s vision was blurry; she could only see the mouths of the people around her moving, but couldn’t hear their voices.
Her mind was filled with the words the person on the phone had said, continuously agitating Mu Lan.
Suddenly, her eyelids uncontrollably drooped, and the next second, she lost consciousness entirely.
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The next morning.
High-level surgical ward at the First People’s Hospital.
Standing beside the bed, the man frowned deeply at the still-unconscious Mu Lan.
Upon receiving the news of Mu Lan’s car accident and hospitalization, Huo Tingxiao did not rush back immediately but waited until he had finished all his work before arriving at the hospital.
His physique was tall and straight, wrapped in a dark shirt, and his features were sharp, especially his eyes, which, when looking at someone, resembled a black panther locking onto its prey, emitting an intimidating aura.
“Why hasn’t she woken up yet?”
The tone was as cold as an ice-pick, scaring the attending physician behind him into shivering.
“Huo… Mr. Huo, Mrs. Huo’s condition is somewhat special; the car accident caused a head impact, thus forming a clot, so…”
Before he could finish explaining, Mu Lan showed signs of response on the bed.
This made the attending physician sigh with relief; thank goodness, if she hadn’t woken up, he really feared that Huo Tingxiao would freeze him to death with his gaze.
However, before his heart could settle, a new crisis emerged.
Mu Lan moved slightly, and involuntarily let out a moan from her lips.
“Hiss…”
Headache!
She slowly opened her eyes, looking bewildered at the entirely unfamiliar surroundings. Mu Lan’s mind blanked for a moment.
The white ceiling, the faint smell of disinfectant in the air, and certain fragmented images momentarily flashed through her mind. Her gaze landed on the unfamiliar man before her, and instinctively, Mu Lan became somewhat defensive.
“This… Where is this?
Sir, you… who are you?”
Sir?!
This term made Huo Tingxiao’s already furrowed brow look even more twisted.
The doctor was also confused by the situation in front of him, a bad premonition swirling in his mind.
He held out two fingers in front of Mu Lan and waved them.
“What is this?”
Mu Lan couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
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“2”
“What’s your name?”
“Mu Lan.”
“And him… who is he?”
“I don’t recognize him.”
Huo Tingxiao’s face completely darkened, already somewhat unapproachable, now he looked even more like King Yama.
The attending physician, on the verge of tears, wondered if this was some kind of stunt Mrs. Huo was pulling during an argument.
“Then do you remember what happened before?”
“Of course I remember. I felt awful with menstrual pain during the comprehensive science exam this morning, and I fainted right after I finished the answer sheet…”
Mu Lan sat up, her tone already somewhat impatient.
What was with this doctor, asking her all these unnecessary questions.
“Exam… Comprehensive science? Filling in an answer sheet?”
This answer baffled the attending physician.
Of course, seeing him like this, Mu Lan was even more confused.
“Yes, it’s the second day of college entrance exams today, the comprehensive science test in the morning. This… isn’t this the school infirmary?”
“Mu Lan, enough, this act is really boring.”
The tone of Huo Tingxiao’s voice made Mu Lan frown and retort sharply.
“Who are you, sir? Speaking so rudely. What’s this about boring or not boring?
Glancing at the wall clock, Mu Lan, in a rush, pulled out the IV needle from her hand and attempted to get out of bed.
“It’s already noon, and I still have an English exam at three. I don’t have time to dilly-dally with you all.”
But she had barely lifted the corner of the blanket when Huo Tingxiao restrained her, the difference in strength rendering her completely immobile, crouching on the hospital bed like a small quail.
Their distance suddenly so close they could feel each other’s breath, Mu Lan staring blankly at the handsome face before her, the complex emotions in Huo Tingxiao’s eyes deep as dark pools, almost seeming to suck her in completely, leaving her momentarily disoriented.
The situation was completely unexpected, frightening the attending physician into hastily arranging a series of tests for her.
But just after the CT scan, Mu Lan protested.
“What’s wrong with you people? I just have menstrual pain, I don’t need any tests. If you delay any longer, what if I’m late and can’t take the exam? Can you all just let me be?
Hey! Why are you carrying me?! Ah! Help! Kidnapping! Is there no law anymore?!”
The attending physician secretly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, pondering to himself — law? In Sea City, the law is Huo Tingxiao.
After the examination, Mu Lan was taken back to the ward by the bodyguards, while Huo Tingxiao was led to the consultation room, where five or six specialists and the dean surrounded the new CT and lab reports, discussing her condition.
The conclusion reached was — Mu Lan might have lost her memory.
“Memory loss?”
A tone full of skepticism.
Clearly, Huo Tingxiao did not accept this conclusion.
He spoke again, “There is one thing I need to caution you about. No matter what the Liu Family asks you to do, don’t agree.”
Qiao Xi furrowed her brows, “Why?”
Could it be that Grandpa Cheng had some conflict with the Liu Family?
