Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Little Divine Doctor, Taste the Huanglian I’m Drinking

    “I’ll go plead with Manager Jin from Tianyuan Group! He’s got real clout there and can have a say in Tianyuan’s affairs.”

    Huo Beiting felt that this solution was quite feasible.

    “I’ll give him many benefits!”

    The old Master Huo weakly closed his eyes, “Go ahead.”

    Greedy as a snake trying to swallow an elephant.

    Huo Beiting quickly stood up and ran out of the hospital room.

    ...

    Wang Fengxian was fuming with anger and said maliciously, “Dad, Huo Xingzhou wouldn’t be in cahoots with Tianyuan Group, setting a trap for us to fall into, would he? The more I think about it, the more I sense something is amiss.”

    “What would a woman like you understand?” Huo Jianjun waved his hand dismissively and said impatiently, “Go out and prepare some food for Dad. I have matters to discuss with him.”

    “Oh.”

    Wang Fengxian left with a resentful look and closed the door behind her.@@@@

    “Dad.” Huo Jianjun sat at the bedside, “Don’t be angry with Beiting, he’s just trying to make some achievements for you to see.”

    “Heh. Achievements? Ten billion from the Huo Corporation down the drain, not to mention a 20% loss of shares? Is that his so-called achievement?”

    The old Master Huo could only feel a burning rage inside him, his frail body alternatively experiencing hot and cold flashes.

    “I’ll give him a good lesson later.”

    “Jianjun, you’re my most beloved son,” the elderly Huo said helplessly, “I’m getting on in years and I don’t want to see a family destroyed fighting over inheritance, nor do I want to witness accidents like that car crash ever again.”

    Huo Jianjun was terrified!

    So the old Master knew it all.

    “Yes.”

    He responded anxiously.

    “Find Cheng Han for me again. My bones ache and I can’t just keep taking painkillers every day.”

    “Zhuo Feng...”

    “Don’t try to deceive me with Zhuo Feng anymore. I know what he is made of, I just didn’t want to shatter the second household’s hope.”

    The old Master clearly harbored resentment in his heart.

    Huo Jianjun obediently nodded his head.

    “Go out and clean up this mess.”

    After this setback, the Huo Corporation would have to watch Tianyuan Group’s mood in the future.

    ...

    As night fell.

    The news of the discovery of a Ming Dynasty Princess’s Tomb in the Western Suburbs of Haicheng has already hit the news, causing heavy financial losses to the Huo Corporation as work was halted.

    Huo Beiting had agreed to meet Tianyuan Group’s project manager Jin Kai at Jinling Garden for dinner and drinks, the faint imprint of a slap still visible on his face.

    Upon entering private room 818, the big red wooden table was laden with Maotai and red wine.

    Jin Kai reclined in his soft chair, with a kind and benevolent face, his beer belly making him look like a Buddha.

    “Youthful Mr. Huo.”

    “There’s no need for formality, General Manager Jin. Just call me Beiting,” Huo Beiting said, lacking pride as he begged, still wearing those gold-rimmed glasses, his appearance dignified.

    He approached Jin Kai to pour him a full glass.

    “Huo Er, you really don’t stand on ceremony, huh.”

    Muttering to himself, Zhou Yu still pushed Huo Xingzhou’s wheelchair out, “Why the rush to go home, eager for a warm, fragrant lady and the comfort of a home?”

    A married man is always family-oriented.

    “To go home, to take medicine.”

    Qiao Xi had warmed up the herbal medicine waiting for him.

    “Even talking about taking medicine sounds so sweet. Huo Er, are you sure you’re not sick in the head?”

    “You’re the one who’s sick.”

    Zhou Yu grudgingly brought Huo Xingzhou home, and as soon as Qiao Xi heard the engine sound, she ran out and affectionately called out, “Mr. Huo.”

    But the first to come out of the car was Zhou Yu, who looked at them both teasingly.

    “Young Master Zhou.”

    Qiao Xi tensed up inside.

    “I’ve brought your Mr. Huo home, he’s been thinking about his medicine,” Zhou Yu said without disturbing them further and then left.

    Qiao Xi walked behind Huo Xingzhou, pushing him towards the living room.

    “Does Young Master Zhou know about everything Mr. Huo has done?” she asked softly.

    “Hmm.”

    Huo Xingzhou responded in a low voice.

    Suddenly, Qiao Xi leaned in closer and sniffed his shirt, “Have you been drinking?”

    “Feeling a bit happy, I had one glass.” He had suppressed his pain for so long, and today he had scored a victory.

    It felt exhilarating!

    “I told you, absolutely no alcohol during the recovery period.” She was a little upset, her tone cooling.

    Huo Xingzhou placated with a phrase, “Won’t happen again.”

    Qiao Xi figured out when he had his drink, then went to the kitchen and brought back a bowl of dark medicine, setting it before him.

    “Mr. Huo, please drink it.”

    Huo Xingzhou picked up the bowl, took a sip, and immediately frowned.

    His mouth was filled with bitterness, spreading all the way to his gut. He thought to himself that even the little white rabbit had a temper as he gulped down the bowl of medicine.

    Setting the empty bowl before her, he asked, “Not mad anymore?”

    “I’m not angry.”

    “Then why did you add coptis?” he countered.

    “How do you know I added... You’re tricking me,” Qiao Xi said unhappily, “Coptis clears heat, dries dampness, drains fire, and detoxifies. This is good for you.”

    Huo Xingzhou’s eyes smiled as he leisurely watched her, “Little Divine Doctor, do you know how bitter coptis is?”

    “Of course, I do,” she tasted all sorts of herbs.

    “But you don’t know how bitter the coptis I drink is.”

    He suddenly leaned in close, his thin lips grazed hers, the residual medicine on his lips clinging to hers.

    The bitterness spread.

    His revenge was too cruel!

    Qiao Xi clenched her fists and abruptly stood up, “I won’t play tricks on you anymore!”

    She stomped her way upstairs.