Chapter 5 Blushing, kissed by the young master
In the villa, Aunt Qian cried her heart out.
Seeing Qiao Xi and Du Juan coming back, she wiped her tears and said, "Madam, the eldest master brought a doctor into the young master's room and drew a large tube of blood."
"Where are the people?"
"Still in the room."
Du Juan clutched her chest and rushed up the stairs in a disorderly manner. Her high heels twisted her foot and Qiao Xi quickly supported her.
"Thank you." Du Juan's voice was tense and choked.
When they reached the entrance of the corridor, they saw that the door of the master bedroom was open.
A young man with gold-rimmed glasses and sharp eyes, his hair meticulously combed and expensively clad, looked at them with a smile. His gaze swept across Qiao Xi's face, a hint of coldness in it.
"Second Aunt, this is just a country bumpkin, right? A man of heaven's pride like Xingzhou can only marry a village woman now."
"Huo Beiting, what exactly do you want to do?" Du Juan asked coldly.
Huo Beiting said proudly, "I followed Grandpa's orders to bring a doctor to check on Xingzhou. What did Second Aunt misunderstand?"
"Have you finished the inspection? Please leave."
"Second Aunt, please don't talk to me like that. Our first branch has been looking for Mr. Cheng Han for Grandpa all these years. We have more clues than your second branch."
The Huo family's grandfather had suffered a serious injury in his youth, and every winter, his limbs and joints were in excruciating pain. He had sought help from renowned doctors but to no avail, so he placed his hope in the traditional Chinese medicine practitioner, Cheng Han.
Seeing Du Juan's ugly face, he was satisfied and smiled smugly: "Second Aunt, I'll leave first."
Huo Beiting was full of vigor and energy, and the gloom that had been suppressed by Huo Xingzhou for many years was swept away.
How can a cripple be qualified to be the next heir of the Huo family?
Dujuan bit her lip and watched them leave. Every time she moved her feet, she felt a piercing pain.
"Let me take a look at your injury." Qiao Xi helped her sit down on the porch. Her slender fingers flexibly pressed Du Juan's ankle. "Fortunately, there are no broken bones."
No one knew what she did, but she just twisted her feet a few times and Dujuan was able to walk again.
Du Juan looked at the closed door with tears in her eyes, then shifted her gaze to Qiao Xi, "He...Qiao Xi, could you please take care of Xing Zhou for me? My foot is fine, it's him that's important."
A wise child is better than his mother.
Huo Beiting made a big fuss, and no one knew what was happening inside.
He is so proud that he certainly doesn't want his loved ones to see him humiliated.
Qiao Xi was smart and understood it immediately.
She nodded solemnly.
"I'll go in. Aunt Qian, please help Madam to rest."
"Why."
As soon as they left, Qiao Xi opened the door.
It was a mess inside and the ground was a mess.
The man leaned against the edge of the bed, his profile a picture of unparalleled elegance. His clothes were disheveled and stained with blood. Hearing the noise, he slowly turned his head. His glance was like the sharpest sword in the world, stinging Qiao Xi's back with a chill.
"My mother-in-law asked me to clean up for you."
Qiao Xi bent down to pick up the pillow, documents and water cup on the ground and put them in order.
A man's low voice sounded from behind: "Are you here to clean up the room or to clean up mine?" What was there to clean up after he had smashed those things on purpose?
Otherwise, how could Huo Beiting believe that he had a mental breakdown and could never recover.
Qiao Xi suddenly raised her eyes and saw him waving with an unexpected look on his face.
"I need to change my clothes."
"...Okay." Qiao Xi took out a set of pure white cotton home clothes from the cloakroom. When she walked over to Huo Xingzhou, he had already spread out his hands as if it was a matter of course.
She unbuttoned his shirt and took it off.
The thinly muscled body was exposed before her, the cold white blinding her eyes, her heart pounding. She quickly put his shirt on, but she held the trousers in her hand, her heart heavy with worry.
"Weren't you very majestic when you took off my pants? Why are you pretending to be pure and shy?" His lips were very pale, almost bloodless, and his words were harsh.
Qiao Xi was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and viciously pulled open his pants, inch by inch.
Really white.
Really tight.
These long and powerful legs must be very suitable for farm work.
Huo Xingzhou leaned against the bed, his eyes tightly closed, looking like a broken jar. The cool, soft fingers occasionally touched his skin, causing a series of shudders.
"Reach out your hand."
Qiao Xi wrung out the towel and wiped the blood off his arm. The needle hole was conspicuous, and the skin around it was tinged with blue. They had deliberately drawn so much blood.
Huo Xingzhou's dark eyes passed over her face, and he grabbed her wrist with his backhand. With a force, Qiao Xi fell into the wide bed.
Before she could stand up, his upper body pressed down on her. His hot breath licked her cheek, and a deep male voice rang out, "What benefit did Huo Beiting give you?"
Qiao Xi's chin was pinched by his hand, forcing her to tilt her neck back to look at him, with tears in her clear almond-shaped eyes.
"I don't know him."
It turned out that he didn't believe her and was just teasing her before.
Until now, this proud and steady nobleman finally revealed his decisive and ruthless claws. His right hand pressed against her soft waist, his fingertips digging into her waist.
All I could hear was his cold voice, mixed with a barely perceptible scoundrel: "Do you know what methods were used to interrogate female spies in the past?"
She knows!
No matter which side you go, you can't escape being tortured and tormented.
Qiao Xi twisted her body, trying to break free.
"You pulled my pants down twice, so I'll pull yours down once. That's not too much, right?" he added, his fingers touching the side of her leg.
Qiao Xi was so angry that her eyes turned red, and she pinched his shoulder acupoint fiercely with her fingers. Huo Xingzhou let go when his arm became numb.
She took the opportunity to roll off the bed, holding up her pants and looking at him warily.
Angry and resentful.
"You...even if you strip me naked, you...you can't do that!" She spoke without thinking, her voice tearing away, and there were marks on her cheeks. Qiao Xi opened the door and ran out, returning to her room in shame and anger.
The two women hiding at the corner of the corridor finally came out.
"The buttons on my clothes are all loose."
"My hair is messy."
"You're blushing, because the young master kissed you?"
Aunt Qian gave a thumbs up and praised in a low voice, "Madam, this is a brilliant idea. Let the young mistress take care of the young master." By using a self-inflicted injury and showing sympathy, wouldn't feelings be cultivated?
Du Juan glanced at her sideways and said, "No big deal. I know my son well. He won't suffer a big loss in front of Huo Beiting unless he does it on purpose."
From childhood to adulthood, when has Huo Beiting ever been able to completely get the upper hand at his hands?
"Master is smart, it's up to you."
In the room.
Huo Xingzhou twisted his fingertips and rubbed them again and again.
Soft, feels like marshmallow when squeezed.
He looked down and wondered what he meant by "he can't do it"!
If he really used some tricks, could she still turn around and escape?
Buzz.
The phone on the bedside table vibrated several times. Zhou Yu was very efficient. He had compiled a detailed document about Qiao Xi's life from childhood to adulthood and sent it to him.
Huo Xingzhou casually opened the investigation report, his finger paused, and a look of astonishment and surprise flashed in his eyes.
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