Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Ambiguous Loss of Control, Thunder and Fire from the Sky

    Qiao Xi hesitated for a moment, then turned around, her back facing Huo Xingzhou.

    Her fingers touched her coat and slowly she took off her coat and inner layer.

    Nothing was left but a bandeau.

    The smooth and fair skin of her back was marred by shocking scars.

    Huo Xingzhou reached out his fingers and combed her long hair strand by strand to the front. He scooped a large chunk of ointment and smeared it on her back.

    He gently lifted her strap with his index finger.

    ...

    Slowly, gently, spreading it out.

    Qiao Xi couldn’t help but shiver, the ointment was cool, bringing much relief to the burning pain of her wounds.

    “For the first time, a woman took a beating for me,” Huo Xingzhou’s eyes were obscure, dark and heavy, lingering long.

    He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her tightly, and Qiao Xi just sat there on his legs. She turned her head trying to see his expression, but a cold kiss landed on her rounded shoulder instead.

    “Mr. Huo...”

    Qiao Xi covered her chest with both hands, her whole body tense.

    He impulsively hugged her tightly from behind, closed his eyes, feeling very calm inside.

    “Qiao Xi, let’s pick up your grandmother and take her back to the countryside tomorrow,” he said, his warm breath on her neck and shoulder.

    “Okay. Grandma has been looking forward to returning to the countryside, she calls every day hoping for it,” she replied.

    “I’ve already spoken to the hospital for you,” Huo Xingzhou said softly.

    He seemed very tired, holding her and gradually falling asleep.

    Qiao Xi didn’t dare to move, allowing him to lean on her.

    That evening.

    A trending search exploded.

    Huo Xingzhou of the Huo Second Branch, breaking away from the Huo Clan! Severance of relations!

    The whistleblower provided evidence that Huo Xingzhou stubbornly went his own way, becoming the family outcast. Below were photographs of Huo Xingzhou, covered in bruises, leaving the old Huo residence.

    Someone managed to get hold of the “Letter of Severance,” a definitive proof!

    In black and white, there was no turning back!

    The precepts of the Huo Family were well known to all!

    The once-favored scion had turned into a complete failure. Those rich and privileged young men who had grown up in Huo Xingzhou’s shadow were now celebrating on their social circles, spreading the news!

    Huo Beiting’s hand stretched beneath the table, running up her sexy black stockings.

    In the dim light of the bar, Su Weiwei kept talking to Fang Anni, dreaming of a blissful future, oblivious to the mischief between the other two.

    “Anni, you have to be my bridesmaid when I get married,” Su Weiwei held her hand, “You’re my best sister!”

    “Of course,” Fang Anni replied, but couldn’t help squealing a little.

    She shot Huo Beiting an angry glance, while he became even more brazen.

    “Anni, what’s wrong?” Su Weiwei asked, her eyes heavy with drunkenness.

    Fang Anni lied with a straight face, “There’s a mosquito.”

    “Mosquitoes... this early in the season?” Su Weiwei’s head felt like it was barely functioning.

    Huo Beiting, getting impatient, coaxed Su Weiwei into drinking a few more glasses of wine.

    “Weiwei, you’re drunk. Let’s go rest in the hotel next door,” Fang Anni, supporting the totally plastered Su Weiwei, stood up to leave.

    Huo Beiting threw a bank card to his buddy, “Just swipe this card for whatever, enjoy yourselves tonight.”

    “Take care, Brother Beiting!”

    “Be careful on the road!”

    Huo Beiting strode out quickly, heading to the adjacent five-star hotel. They checked into a top-floor suite, Fang Anni helping Su Weiwei inside, then let her crash on the sofa.

    Before long, there came a knock at the door.

    Fang Anni reluctantly opened the door and seeing Huo Beiting’s handsome face, she snorted coldly.

    Huo Beiting wrapped his arms around her waist, “Fairy, you’re trying to drive me wild, aren’t you?”

    “The young master should keep his distance; you’re getting married to Su Weiwei,” she turned her face away, clearly jealous.

    They were the ones who knew each other first, keeping an intimate bed relationship.

    “Her?”

    Huo Beiting scoffed, “Her family has money. But you, you’re the one I love most.”

    He kissed her face several times, coaxing, “Calm down, let’s go to the next room.”

    “No! I want it in this room!”

    Fang Anni pouted, “I want to do it with you right in front of her!”

    Dressed in a red spaghetti-strap dress, her makeup heavy, she was a sexy, gorgeous beauty. With her figure and looks, she would stand out in a beauty contest, capable of arousing any man’s primal urges.

    Far more than Su Weiwei ever could.

    Desire surged in Huo Beiting’s throat.

    “What if we wake her up?” he whispered hoarsely, his hands firmly massaging her waist.

    Fang Anni’s fingers traced circles on his chest, her eyes sultry as silk, “Don’t you think that’s thrilling?”