Chapter 62: Chapter 62 Madame’s Joy, What is It?

    Qiao Xi frantically pushed Huo Xingzhou away, but the man deliberately defied her, hugging her and kissing her incessantly.

    “Mr. Huo, um...someone is coming.”

    “I know.”

    He kissed her enough, and Qiao Xi’s heart continued to race wildly.

    Only when the person outside had reached the entrance did he finally let go of her.

    “Wow! I’ve come at a bad time, haven’t I?” Sun Weimeng, holding a large courier box in his hands, looked with interest at the entangled man and woman on the floor.

    ...

    Her face flushed like peach blossoms, her clothes disheveled.

    Her lips were red and swollen, obviously something was amiss.

    “Huo Xingzhou, are you playing such big games now?” Sun Weimeng made himself comfortable on the sofa, pouring himself a cup of warm water.

    With a tone of sympathy, he said, “I understand how you feel. Sometimes when a man can’t perform, he seeks excitement. The more thrilling, the better. I recommend you try the office with floor-to-ceiling windows on a high floor next time. Usually, those windows are one-way, you can see outside, but no one can see you.”

    “Very stimulating.”

    He talked on and on as if he had a wealth of experience.

    Qiao Xi really wanted to crawl into a hole: “Young Master Sun, what exactly are you here for?”

    She stood up to straighten her clothes and pretended to struggle as she helped Huo Xingzhou to his wheelchair. Sun Weimeng didn’t even notice that Huo Xingzhou’s legs could already walk.

    He gulped down the water and put the cup down.

    “I came to see you guys. I saw there was a package at the door, so I brought it in.”

    As Sun Weimeng said this, he suddenly turned to Huo Xingzhou and asked, “Mrs. Le, what is it? Seasoning?”

    Qiao Xi grew even more mortified.

    Young Master Sun’s curiosity was strong, relentless until he got an answer.

    He turned the courier box to face them and poked heavily at the blue letters “Mrs. Le” on the box, with the sender’s name being Zhou Yu.

    “Why is Zhou Yu sending so many spices to your home?”

    “Young Master Sun, just put the things aside. That’s not important.” Qiao Xi’s embarrassment was through the roof.

    Young Master Sun shook his head, “Zhou Yu is a person of taste, I want to see what exactly he has sent.”

    He took the fruit knife from the coffee table and sliced open the courier tape. Qiao Xi wanted to stop him but was held back by Huo Xingzhou.

    Young Master Sun opened the box, which was filled with small boxes.

    It seemed there were over a hundred.

    Both the front and back were printed with explicit advertising slogans.

    “Tsk.”

    He quickly closed the box, “Sorry to disturb.”

    With so many, how long would it take to use them all?

    Huo Xingzhou snorted.

    He was about to say something when his cell phone vibrated.

    Upon seeing the number, he hung up immediately, then turned off his phone.

    His ears were blessed with instant quiet.

    It didn’t take long.

    Aunt Qian knocked on the door again, “Young Master, there’s a call from abroad.”

    “Hang up.”

    Huo Xingzhou said in a firm tone.

    “I’ve hung up several times already,” Aunt Qian said helplessly. “But the calls keep coming in, and she’s very emotional! I’m worried something might happen...”

    “Got it.”

    Huo Xingzhou’s expression darkened as he maneuvered his wheelchair out the door.

    Qiao Xi was a bit curious; he had been receiving too many strange calls lately.

    “Hey,” Sun Wei called out, drawing her attention, “you and Huo Xingzhou have been married for so long, has there never been... I mean, if he can’t, it must be tough for you.”

    Qiao Xi was embarrassed.

    “Don’t be shy. Intimacy is the best way to foster a relationship, especially for couples like you who got together midway without a foundation of affection.”

    Sun Weimeng, offering bad advice, said, “When you have some free time, you could look for Zhou Yu, he has a lot of good stuff. I’ve heard about it; sometimes it doesn’t have to be Huo Xingzhou... you know.”

    She didn’t want to know!

    Qiao Xi took out a needle and inserted it into his Yamen Acupoint.

    “Lie still, no talking.”

    Sun Weimeng opened his mouth but had to give up.

    Heck, he just worried Qiao Xi was getting the short end of the stick.

    Now that Huo Xingzhou was soaring high, his side wouldn’t be short of scheming orioles and swallows.

    ...

    Haicheng City Hospital.

    Huo Beiting, carrying a takeout bag from the restaurant, walked reluctantly down the corridor. His eyes were shadowed, his heart filled with resentment.

    The old man didn’t want to give him shares, only the title of a vice-president in name without real power, and none of the company people respected him.

    Even Su Weiwei started getting out of line, but thankfully she got pregnant, making it hard for her to find someone else.

    As for the old patriarch, hopefully, he would see the situation clearly. Their faction was the most dutiful.

    Huo Beiting arrived at room 2108 to find the door partly ajar.

    Familiar voices conversed inside, and his face showed surprise.

    He peeked through the crack and, sure enough!

    He stood outside without entering, curious to hear what they were saying.