Chapter 5: Chapter 5 Blushing, Kissed by the Young Master

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    In the villa, Aunt Qian was crying so hard that heaven and earth seemed to blur.

    When Qiao Xi and Du Juan returned, wiping away tears, she said, "Madam, the Eldest Young Master barged into the young master''s room with the doctor and drew a large tube of blood."

    "Where is he?"

    "Still in the room."

    Clutching her chest, Du Juan''s footsteps were chaotic as she rushed towards the stairs. Her high heels twisted, injuring her ankle, and Qiao Xi hurriedly supported her.

    "Thank you." Du Juan''s voice was tight with a choking sob.

    As they reached the entrance of the corridor, they saw the door to the master bedroom open.

    A young man with gold-rimmed glasses and sharp phoenix eyes stood there. His hair was meticulously styled, and he was dressed in expensive fashion. A smile playing on his lips, he looked towards them. His gaze swept past Qiao Xi''s face with a touch of chill.

    "Auntie, is this the country bumpkin from the countryside? To think that Xingzhou, a child favored by the heavens, now only matches with a village woman."

    "Huo Beiting, what exactly do you want to do?" Du Juan coldly demanded.

    With a proud tone, Huo Beiting answered, "I am acting on grandfather''s orders, bringing a doctor to check Xingzhou''s health. Has auntie misunderstood something?"@@@@

    "The checkup is over, right? Please leave."

    "Auntie, please don''t speak to me like that. Over these years, our main branch has been searching for Cheng Han, the National Doctor, for grandfather. The leads we hold are always more than what you in the second branch have."

    When the old master of the Huo Family was young, he suffered a serious injury which caused him to endure unbearable pain in his limbs whenever winter came. Having sought famous doctors to no avail, he pinned his hopes on the National Doctor, Cheng Han.

    Seeing Du Juan''s displeased face, Huo Beiting was satisfied and sneered with pride: "I''ll take my leave then, auntie."

    Flushed with triumph, Huo Beiting''s long-suppressed gloom was swept away, as he had been overshadowed by Huo Xingzhou for many years.

    A lame man, how could he be fit to become the next heir of the Huo Family.

    Du Juan bit her lip as she watched them leave, every movement of her foot sending through a bone-piercing pain.

    "Let me see your injury." Qiao Xi helped her sit down in the corridor, her slender and nimble fingers manipulating Du Juan''s ankle, "It''s all right, the bone isn''t damaged."

    Whatever she did, with just a few strong twists, Du Juan was able to stand and walk again.

    With tears in her eyes, Du Juan looked towards the tightly closed door, then turned her gaze to Qiao Xi, "He... Qiao Xi, could I trouble you to take care of Xingzhou for me? My foot is fine, he''s the one who is important."

    A mother knows her child best.

    After the commotion Huo Beiting had made, it was uncertain what the scene inside the room was like.

    Being so proud, he surely wouldn''t want his closest kin to see him in a state of humiliation.

    Qiao Xi, shrewd as she was, instantly understood.

    She nodded solemnly.

    So he didn''t trust her, all the previous interactions had been just a game to him.

    It wasn''t until now that this proud and steady noble son finally revealed his decisive and ruthless claws. His right hand glided over her tender waist, his fingertips sinking into the softness there.

    All she heard was his cold voice mixed with a barely visible roguishness, "Do you know what methods were used to interrogate female spies in the past?"

    She knew!

    She couldn''t escape torture either way, being harshly tormented.

    Qiao Xi writhed, trying to break free.

    "You''ve pulled down my pants twice, I pull down yours once, that''s not too much, right?" he said again, his fingers resting on the side of her leg.

    Qiao Xi was so angry her eyes reddened, and she fiercely pinched the shoulder well acupoint on his body. Huo Xingzhou''s arm tingled and he released his grip.

    She took the opportunity to roll off the bed, holding up her pants and warily watching him.

    Anger, resentment.

    "You... even if you strip me bare, you... you still wouldn''t be able to do it!" Her voice was tearful and reckless, her cheeks still bearing the imprint of pressure. Qiao Xi pushed open the door and ran out, overwhelmed with shame and anger, returning to her own room.

    The two women who had been hiding around the corner of the corridor then came out.

    "Her clothes buttons are undone."

    "Her hair is in disarray."

    "Her face is flushed, was she kissed by the Young Master?"

    Aunt Qian gave a thumbs-up and praised in a low voice, "The Madam''s strategy is brilliant, having the Young Madam take care of the Young Master." Pretending to be hurt to win sympathy, isn''t that how feelings are cultivated?

    Du Juan glanced at her slantingly, "Piece of cake. I know my son well; he won''t suffer a big loss in front of Huo Beiting unless it''s intentional."

    When has Huo Beiting ever really had the upper hand over him from childhood?

    "The Young Master is clever, just like you."

    In the room.

    Huo Xingzhou fiddled with the tips of his fingers, rubbing them together.

    Soft, like pinching a marshmallow.

    He looked down and thought, what does it mean that he wouldn''t be able to do it?

    If he really had used his methods, would she have been able to turn over and run away?

    Buzz buzz.

    The cell phone on the bedside table vibrated a few times. Zhou Yu was efficient—Qiao Xi''s life history from childhood to adulthood had been compiled into a detailed file and sent over.

    Huo Xingzhou casually opened the investigative report, his fingers paused, a flash of astonished surprise in his eyes.