Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 607: Unconcealable Jealousy

Huo Xingzhou narrowed his eyes slightly, his clenched fists relaxing. He looked at him coldly: "Clean up your mess, and don’t bring danger to her. Otherwise, I won’t mind becoming your enemy."

"We’ve never really been friends, at most allies. Having someone like you as an adversary would be quite amusing."

Zhong Yi’s lips were pale, yet his eyes grew darker and more profound.

Unwilling to back down, he stared back at him.

"Huo Xingzhou, she just gave me acupuncture and you’re already jealous. If you knew our history, wouldn’t you go mad with envy?"

Huo Xingzhou’s handsome face remained chilly, exuding an icy aura.

"Zhong Yi, are you not driven mad by jealousy saying these things yourself? After all, I married her. We share the same bed every night, and you—right now—are nothing more than a stranger who’s met her a few times."

Huo Xingzhou eyed his disheveled appearance and said, "The room is yours to tidy up and fix your image. Look at yourself in the mirror; see the jealousy written all over your face."

With a disdainful yet aloof look, he cast him a glance before leaving the room.

Zhong Yi stood motionless, thinking about his words.

Jealousy he couldn’t hide?

He would see for himself.

Dragging his steps, he walked into the bathroom and stared in the mirror at his reflection. Sure enough, jealousy lingered in his eyes.

He still wasn’t resigned!

The more reality forced him to comply with things he didn’t desire, the more pronounced that unwillingness became.

If he had a choice, he wouldn’t have left Moon Village; he wouldn’t have become Zhong Yi of Imperial Capital’s Bell Family!

Nor would he have married Lu Yingxue!

Nor would he have entangled himself with so many women ambiguously.

Qiao Xi probably thought he was surrounded by rotten romances now—a man who dabbled everywhere.

She hated people like that the most.

Zhong Yi reached out, turned on the faucet, and splashed the icy water onto his face, forcing himself to calm down.

His assistant, Wan Jiang, who he hadn’t noticed, stood cautiously in the room asking, "Young Master Zhong, I brought you clothes. Shouldn’t you change into them now?"

Zhong Yi, with his back turned, asked, "Wan Jiang, do you think Doctor Qiao hates me?"

Wan Jiang’s thoughts churned like a storm, carefully choosing his words: "She probably doesn’t hate you. Doctor Qiao has a good temper and likely doesn’t particularly hate anyone. But she probably really dislikes Miss Lu..."

"Since I’m engaged to Lu Yingxue, she’ll probably hate me by association too. After all, Lu Yingxue is the murderer who took Granny Qiao’s life... My engagement to her is just a means for the Lu Family to pay the price."

Wan Jiang gasped sharply and immediately covered his ears.

"Young Master Zhong, what did you say? I didn’t hear anything, must be too much earwax. I didn’t catch any of that. You should change your clothes now; the engagement party isn’t over yet, and you still need to go downstairs for social niceties."

He handed over the set of formal attire, pressing it into Zhong Yi’s hands. "Oh, by the way, the eldest young master has already left the hotel, probably to go home and complain. Miss Lu is handling the guests alone downstairs; she’s stayed and likely swallowed her grievances for the day."

These marriage alliances are, after all, purely a union of interests.

Zhong Yi took the clothes and began changing, item by item, in front of him: "Of course she wouldn’t leave. Lu Yingxue is the most pragmatic woman in Imperial Capital."

He fastened the shirt’s buttons and donned a black suit jacket.

He glanced at the mirror but felt dissatisfied.

Wan Jiang flattered: "You look great! You’re handsome enough to look good in anything."

"Wan Jiang."

"Here!"

Zhong Yi bent over, picked up the damp white suit with embroidery of golden butterflies from the bathroom floor, and handed it to him. "Get it cleaned and hang it in my wardrobe."

"Understood."

Wan Jiang didn’t dare ask why.

When did Young Master Zhong start cherishing his clothing? His formal attire was usually worn once and discarded.

Perhaps it’s because of the unique golden butterfly embroidery.

He wouldn’t dare guess that Doctor Qiao handpicked the suit, prompting Young Master Zhong to treasure it so much.

"Let’s go."

After changing his jacket, Zhong Yi said.

"Alright." Wan Jiang hurriedly opened the door and pressed the elevator button at the fifth-floor landing.

"Young Master Zhong, please. Most of the guests haven’t left yet. Only the eldest young master’s cronies followed him out." frёewebηovel.cѳm

"Hmm."

...

In the banquet hall.

After examining Ye Ying’s injuries, Qiao Xi left her room, and Huo Sijiao stayed in her room tending to the salon’s first customer.

Qiao Xi lifted her skirt and took a glass of champagne from a servant’s tray, standing on the second-floor sofa in the banquet hall.

Through the transparent glass guardrail, she looked down on the crowd from above, waiting for Huo Xingzhou.

Old Chen stayed close by this time, truly refusing to leave her side for anything.

The Imperial Capital was far more terrifying than Haicheng!

Qiao Xi sipped her champagne lightly, her thoughts drifting.

Images of the scar she glimpsed on Zhong Yi’s lower back played repeatedly in her mind. That scar’s placement was too peculiar.

Absentmindedly, she finished her champagne, masking her distraction.

The servant tactfully poured her refill.

Qiao Xi’s gaze wandered over the faces in the banquet hall, as though she were an outsider replaying everything.

She saw Lu Yingxue in the center of the hall, lifting her skirt and smiling while entertaining guests. She overheard passing upstairs guests praising Lu Yingxue’s poise—remarking she carried herself with the grace befitting a prominent family and was remarkably composed. Any ordinary woman would’ve left the venue by now; she truly lived up to being personally chosen by the Old Master of Zhong Family.

Qiao Xi saw another woman appear beside Lu Yingxue, dressed garishly with a vulgar air.

It was none other than the former eldest daughter of Xiang Family, Xiang Mingzhu.

The two cousins were conversing, but the distance made their words inaudible.

Qiao Xi turned her head and leaned against the sofa, unconsciously sipping her champagne and letting her mind go blank.

Meanwhile, in the banquet hall.

Xiang Mingzhu, with a gloomy face, said maliciously, "At your engagement party, your fiancé slept with another woman. How do you feel, dear cousin?"

Lu Yingxue’s eyes showed slight irritation, her gaze cold as she lowered her voice: "It’s still better than being ravaged by that fat man. Tell me, do you think Zhong Yi despises you now?"

Hatred boiled within Xiang Mingzhu: "I didn’t get Zhong Yi, and neither did you!"

"Who says that? Zhong Yi and I are engaged; no matter what happens, I’ll always be Young Madam Zhong, while you’ll just be Zhao Chang’s plaything."

Lu Yingxue looked at her contemptuously, "Xiang Mingzhu, you’ve always wanted to compete with me and outshine me. Now, what do you have to compete with me? Your scandalous escapades will soon be forgotten. Besides, today’s incident was a set-up against Zhong Yi; it wasn’t his choice."

"Not only does Zhong Yi scorn you, Xiang Mingzhu, do you think he’d even glance at Ye Ying?"

Lu Yingxue wasn’t in a good mood and wanted to twist the knife, crushing Xiang Mingzhu’s hope and sanity.

Lu Yingxue mocked harshly, keeping her voice low: "If I were you, I wouldn’t even show my face at the engagement party. But you’re so cheap, it’s your own fault."

Xiang Mingzhu’s eyes turned red, her hatred seeming to solidify into something tangible: "It’s you who ruined me! It’s your Lu Family that tacitly allowed Zhao Chang to violate me! That’s why he dared to treat me like this without restraint. Lu Yingxue, if my mother knew..."

On Zhao Chang’s bed, he had countless ways of humiliating her, each trampling on her pride.

Utter torment.

Lu Yingxue cut her off: "So what if she knows? Would she even care about the daughter of a rapist? Xiang Mingzhu, you already know why she’s stayed abroad all these years, don’t you?"

Xiang Mingzhu’s last shred of sanity snapped. She screamed with anguish, "Lu Yingxue, you forced me! You ruined me! You!"

Her face twisted in madness.

She pulled out a sharp fruit knife hidden in her purse!

The blade glinted coldly!

The air thickened with the scent of blood.