Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 629: Do You Want to Be the Third Party?

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Shen Xuanzhi stared intently at her brows and eyes.

He had seen countless sides of Huo Sijiao over the years, but she had always been proud.

Even when he had spoken such harsh words, she could still maintain that air of arrogance.

But now.

The lighting was dim, the night cold and indifferent.

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, and her voice carried a trace of guarded caution. She no longer resembled the radiant and aloof lady she usually was.

Shen Xuanzhi felt a dull ache in his chest, as if several clumps of cotton were clogging it.

"Go ahead."

Huo Sijiao’s voice quivered: "Shen Xuanzhi, were the words you said about hating me true?"

It was the first time in her life she had heard such blatant disdain from someone she liked.

She pretended not to care, but the memory always haunted her during quiet nights.

She had to ask again.

"Shen Xuanzhi, was that truly how you felt?"

Shen Xuanzhi lowered his gaze, looking at the elongated shadow on the ground, his voice steady: "Yes."

That single word fell like a heavy hammer on Huo Sijiao’s heart, shattering every bit of her secret joy and admiration into fragments.

"Miss Huo, your persistence disgusts me. I have never liked you. Please stop disrupting my life. I’ll be getting married soon..."

He raised his gaze, his tone icy as he looked at her, "Miss Huo, you wouldn’t want to become a third party in someone else’s marriage, would you?"

A third party in marriage?

Huo Sijiao’s chest tightened and burned with an aching disbelief.

"Shen Xuanzhi! You can hate me for pestering you, but don’t insult me! I, Huo Sijiao, would never stoop to such disgraceful actions—you can rest assured!"

Tears glimmered in Huo Sijiao’s eyes, but she stubbornly held them back.

"Shen Xuanzhi, rest assured. I won’t ask to meet with you alone again after this. This is the last time. I wish you and Miss Guan happiness and longevity, and may you have many children!"

After speaking, Huo Sijiao turned and left briskly.

Her steps faltered as she descended the stairs and tripped, her palms scraping against the ground and skin tearing. Yet Huo Sijiao quickly pushed herself up, entirely unaware of the two hurried steps the young man behind her had instinctively taken.

She had already embarrassed herself enough; all she wanted to do now was leave.

When she turned back one last time.

The grand door of the Guan family estate was slowly closing, and no figures remained in sight.

It seemed he truly hated her.

Huo Sijiao walked to her car, her tears finally streaming uncontrollably. She crouched by the red sports car, her hands covering her face, sobbing in grievance.

She couldn’t understand why Shen Xuanzhi didn’t like her.

Nor could she fathom why he was rushing to marry someone else.

It felt like all her hopes had fallen to ruins.

She couldn’t hold back her cries.

The piercing cold wind made her feel even worse.

Suddenly.

The sound of a car engine broke through, and a vehicle pulled up in front of her.

Huo Sijiao lifted her teary eyes and saw a tall figure approaching. A warm cashmere coat with a faint scent of sandalwood was draped over her shoulders.

The warmth cocooned her.

Huo Sijiao’s tear-streaked face trembled with a sob as she asked, "Why are you here? Don’t tell me it’s just a coincidence that you happened to pass by."

Xie Xubai crouched in front of her and replied softly, "I came specifically to find you—someone asked me to ensure your safety."

Huo Sijiao wiped her tears absently. "I’m perfectly fine; I don’t need anyone’s deliberate protection."

The more she thought about it, the heavier her heart felt.

And now Xie Xubai had witnessed her in such an embarrassing moment.

Xie Xubai, seeing her stubbornness, didn’t press further but suggested, "The Imperial Capital is expecting a significant drop in temperature tonight; there might be snowfall. How about heading to Mingyang Mountain to see the snow scenery?"

Huo Sijiao sniffled, her eyes still red and swollen.

Her voice, soft and raspy, tinged with slight obstinance: "Is the snow scenery that beautiful?"

"You probably haven’t seen the Imperial Capital’s snowfall while living in Haicheng. Mingyang Mountain’s Guanxue Building is the perfect spot. Sitting in a room warmed by fireplaces on all sides, gazing through floor-to-ceiling windows at snow-covered pines, glistening snow, and moonlight—it’s a rare human indulgence. Layer upon layer, the snow blankets the ground..."

Huo Sijiao was captivated by the imagery his words painted.

It was true; she had never seen the snow of Imperial Capital’s Yangming Mountain.

"Alright, I’ll reluctantly go with you to check it out. But my car..."

"Ride with me. Let Ning Yuan drive your car home to the Huo family for you."

"Fine."

Huo Sijiao wasn’t sure how else to spend the night nursing her heartbreak. Quiet company seemed the answer, and Xie Xubai appeared to be a suitable confidant.

She wiped away her tears. "I’ll pay you for your time."

Xie Xubai’s voice carried a hint of amusement: "Alright, just pay me at market rate. Transportation and snow-viewing fees—transfer it to me later."

"I’m not the type to skip out on paying."

Huo Sijiao slowly stood, her legs numb. Looking at Xie Xubai’s car, she instinctively tightened his cashmere coat around herself.

The weather was unbearably cold.

The tall streetlights cast their glow downward, and faint snowflakes could already be seen dancing in the night sky.

It seemed snowfall was truly imminent tonight!

Xie Xubai opened the car’s passenger-side door, and Huo Sijiao sat inside, her expression still sorrowful, occasionally wiping her tears.

He tossed her car keys to Ning Yuan, instructing him to deliver the vehicle to the Huo family estate.

Then, he got into the driver’s seat.

Xie Xubai drove smoothly, turning on the Bluetooth music. The car’s interior became less quiet and awkward.

He handed her a couple of tissues without hesitation, and Huo Sijiao took them to dry her tears.

"Is Mingyang Mountain far from here?"

"An hour’s drive. You can shut your eyes and rest for a bit."

Xie Xubai activated the car’s heating system, and Huo Sijiao immediately felt her frozen body thawing. She gazed out at the scenery through the window, where snowflakes were growing heavier.

It looked like tonight would bring a thick blanket of snow.

"Xie Xubai."

Huo Sijiao didn’t address him formally as Mr. Xie but called him by his full name instead.

"I actually had my heart broken tonight." Huo Sijiao thought of letting go of Shen Xuanzhi completely, and her chest throbbed with dull pain, like a blade carving into her.

Xie Xubai focused on driving, responding lightly: "That’s not heartbreak—it’s just unrequited love."

"Oh."

She hadn’t even started a romance.

Huo Sijiao took a deep breath, feeling a lightness in her chest, as if part of her frustration had dissipated.

They arrived at the base of Yangming Mountain, faced with the sight of a long staircase, and Huo Sijiao froze.

"You didn’t say anything about climbing a mountain."

"The hotel is halfway up; it won’t take long." Xie Xubai extended his hand. "Let me help you up."

Huo Sijiao felt like she was going insane for agreeing to climb a mountain on such a night, but she still reached out and placed her hand in Xie Xubai’s.

She felt the warmth of his touch travel to her.

The hundred-plus stairs left Huo Sijiao breathless, her cheeks flushed red. For a moment, she forgot her earlier sorrow from Shen Xuanzhi’s cruel words.

When they reached the midway point.

A courtyard and small villa came into view within her scoped vision. The villa nestled into the mountains exuded a rustic appeal.

The courtyard gate swung open, and the proprietor, seeing Xie Xubai, greeted, "Mr. Xie, the rooms have been prepared as per your request."

Huo Sijiao couldn’t resist glancing at Xie Xubai. Rooms?