Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 132 - : High Fever Nightmare

Chapter 132 -132: High Fever Nightmare

In the study.

Huo Xingzhou sat before his desk, a faint hint of red at the corners of his eyes, lazily leaning back in his office chair.

On the desk lay a small black object the size of a fingernail—a pinhole camera—Chen Xun, with his wide knowledge and experience, recognized it immediately.

Chen Xun’s forehead broke out in a cold sweat, his body rigid, clueless about what had just happened.

Huo Xingzhou lifted his eyes, devoid of any warmth, “Chen Xun, would you like to explain, or shall I?”

“President Huo, I’m not sure what you mean.”

“The things you’ve done for Xu Xingluo since returning to Haicheng,” Huo Xingzhou said coldly, staring at him. “You know I detest traitors the most. I’m giving you one last chance to come clean.”

A jolt of shock went through Chen Xun’s heart, his blood almost freezing.

“President Huo, I’m sorry,” Chen Xun had thought that if Qiao Xi went easy on him, the matter would be over.

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But he hadn’t anticipated Huo Xingzhou would settle scores after the fact.

“Go on,” he said, dropping his gaze, sounding utterly disinterested.

Chen Xun straightened himself, his voice trembling as he spoke, “The first time was when Miss Xu wanted to get into Tianyuan Group; I let her through the door. I thought you still had feelings for her.”

“The second time was in Imperial Capital. Young Madam called you, and I deleted the call log. Then I told her you were very busy these days and that she shouldn’t call.”

“Also… I took video of you at the hotel and sent it to Miss Xu. She… she did it on purpose; she sent it to Young Madam, but Young Madam didn’t misunderstand, and she had come to me in private about it.”

“I’m very sorry, President Huo.”

Huo Xingzhou sneered coldly, “You really went out of your way to help Xu Xingluo, driving a wedge between my wife and me.”

“I’m sorry, I realize I was wrong,” Chen Xun said, head bowed in shame.

The room was silent for a long time. Chen Xun’s leg muscles ached as he heard Huo Xingzhou say, “And this? Did you install it?”

The man’s slender fingers twirled the tiny camera, his eyes brimming with disgust.

“Not me!” Chen Xun replied urgently, “I haven’t done anything else.”

Huo Xingzhou let out a cold laugh, “Then I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself. This device was found in the master bedroom, and the images and videos on it are all synced to the other party’s cloud server.”

“Within two days, find Fei Luan, delete every backup, and make sure there’s no leak.”

Chen Xun was internally crying out in despair. The top female hacker Fei Luan had a terrible temper, but President Huo was even more frightening.

“Yes, I’ll get right on it.”

With a hint of “kindness,” Huo Xingzhou reminded him, “If you fail, consider yourself transferred to the Arctic to work on the natural gas project.”

“I will get it done!” Chen Xun, thinking of the desolate and frigid Arctic, felt an unprecedented surge of motivation.

“You may leave.”

Huo Xingzhou slightly closed his eyes, his fingertips massaging the Taiyang Acupoint.

He hadn’t slept in twenty-four hours, his under eyes tinted with faint dark circles. A slight smell of alcohol lingered on him, fatigue washing over.

Leaning against the chair back, half-asleep and half-awake, Huo Xingzhou seemed to see the snow cave from ten years ago.

In the dark, finger-invisible snow cave, a delicate girl warmed him with her body.

From all the girls on the camping expedition, only Xu Xingluo stayed.

When he woke up in the hospital, everyone told him it was Xu Xingluo who had saved him. Since then, he had always been more forgiving and special towards her, willing to protect her for life.

But tonight, in a haze, the face in the snow cave had become that of a young Qiao Xi.

What did she look like as a young girl? Was she as he imagined?

…

The night passed.

Early morning screams awoke Huo Xingzhou, who’d spent the night in the study.

“Young Madam, what are you doing sleeping on the living room floor!” Aunt Qian saw her cheeks tinged with an abnormal red, reaching out to touch her forehead.

She was burning up!

“Young Madam, wake up,” Aunt Qian said, supporting the groggy Qiao Xi, “Let’s go back to the room.”

As they reached the corridor, Huo Xingzhou opened the door of his study and asked with furrowed brows, “What’s wrong?”

“Young Madam has a fever.”

“I’ll take her,” Huo Xingzhou said as he took Qiao Xi from Aunt Qian and deftly picked her up. She felt burning hot to the touch.

He placed the woman in his arms onto the large bed and called a private doctor to come.

Qiao Xi’s body was burning up, her lips cracked, and the air she exhaled was hot. She opened her eyes weakly to look at the man standing by the bed and hoarsely called out, “Mr. Huo.”

After her shift had ended at four or five in the morning, she felt so exhausted that she fell asleep on the couch.

And once she slept, she lost consciousness.

“Drink some warm water,” Huo Xingzhou said as he poured her a cup of warm boiled water and brought it to her lips.

Qiao Xi obediently moved forward and took a few sips, then complained pitifully, “It’s bitter.”

Aunt Qian fetched a thermometer and took her temperature.

“Oh, 39.2 degrees,” she said with hesitation, “I’m not sure what kind of medicine she should take.”

Qiao Xi coughed twice and said with difficulty, “Just fever-reducing medicine will do. It should just be the flu from the hospital, it’s nothing serious.” She had been too busy working these past few days and had not taken proper precautions.

At the change of seasons, such problems easily arise in the summer.

She instructed Aunt Qian to fetch a particular fever-reducing medicine from the medical kit and swallowed it down with water.

“I’ll be fine after some sleep,” she said, not so delicate.

Aunt Qian watched her with concern, feeling distressed.

She then turned to Huo Xingzhou and said, “Young Master, you should rest in the next room. I can take care of Young Madam here.”

Flu is contagious, after all.

“I’ll stay here with her. Aunt Qian, please go to the kitchen and make some light porridge and side dishes. She loves pickled cucumbers and sea cabbage, which might help whet her appetite.”

He always had a good memory and kept her preferences in mind.

After taking the medicine, Qiao Xi drifted in and out of consciousness, not very energetic, and not knowing when she fell asleep. From time to time, she could hear someone whispering by her ear and the door opening and closing.

It was as if she was in a dream, yet it seemed real.

Her forehead and palms were burning while her legs felt cold. She curled up under the covers, feeling as though she was covered in snow. She lay on the warm back of a thin, young boy carrying her.

He had a scent on him that was extremely pleasant.

“Ah…”

She clenched her eyes shut, wanting to call out to him but found herself trapped in a nightmare.

The scene shifted, becoming more bizarre.

She dreamed that everyone close to her had died, leaving her alone in a vast, empty world.

“Grandma…”

With her face stained with tears, Qiao Xi sobbed and couldn’t wake up.

“Qiao Xi…” Huo Xingzhou gently patted her cheek, “Qiao Xi, wake up.”

He sat by her bed, listening as she mumbled a name unclearly and watching her cry sorrowfully in her dream.

He didn’t know what she was dreaming of that made her so distressed.

“Qiao Xi!”

Huo Xingzhou leaned over, his eyes tender and soothing, “It’s just a dream, you’ll be fine once you wake up.”

Qiao Xi’s eyelashes were wet, and she stared at him blankly as she opened her eyes.

Suddenly, she sat up and hugged him tightly, bursting into tears in his arms.

Huo Xingzhou gently patted her back, again and again.

Qiao Xi could not stop sobbing as she clutched her heart, feeling a real pain, “Mr. Huo, I dreamed that Grandma had passed away. I have no family left…”