Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 631: She Knows Zhong Yi is Ayi

Qiao Xi slowly opened her eyes and glanced at the sender of the message on the glowing phone screen beside her bed.

It was Xu Xiuyuan—a newly sent text message.

She glanced at the time displayed on the phone screen. It was already past one in the morning.

Qiao Xi’s mind was far from calm.

She turned her head to look at the sleeping Huo Xingzhou beside her. After some contemplation, she finally got up, put on a coat, and tiptoed toward the door.

Click—a quiet sound as the door softly closed.

She walked along the hallway to the glass window at the end, where she could take in all the scenery outside. It was also far from the guest rooms, ensuring she wouldn’t disturb Old Chen and Sun Weimeng.

She took a deep breath and tightly wrapped the coat around her body. free𝑤ebnovel.com

It was snowing tonight in the Imperial Capital, and the villa was already heated. But near the window, the temperature was colder than the room, with the chill frantically squeezing through the cracks.

Qiao Xi took out her phone again and reread Xu Xiuyuan’s message. He said the matter she’d asked him to handle last time had an outcome, and she could call him whenever it was convenient.

Qiao Xi dialed his number.

Beep... beep... beep.

After a few rings, the call was quickly connected.

"Hello, Qiao Xi." Xu Xiuyuan’s voice was low yet soothing.

"Sorry for calling so late. I wanted to ask if the handwriting analysis is out?" Qiao Xi asked softly.

Her palms were cold.

She wanted to hear the answer, yet wasn’t sure what she’d do once she had it.

"Qiao Xi, the experts said that the two handwriting samples visually appear very different. But upon closer inspection, the strength in the pen strokes is consistent. Despite differing styles, it should be from the same person. Standard handwriting analysis can easily lead to confusion and mistakenly assume they’re from two separate individuals."

But the Liu Family’s expertise in jewelry and antiques gave them immense authority. Any of their live-in experts could easily be called masters.

Qiao Xi’s breathing halted.

"Are you certain it’s the same person? Is there any chance of a mistake?"

"I’m certain. To ensure the accuracy of the results, I consulted five different calligraphy and painting appraisal experts simultaneously. All confirmed it’s from the same individual. That’s why I messaged you."

Xu Xiuyuan wished he could do something useful for Qiao Xi to make up for the past wrongs the Xu Family and Liu Family had brought upon her.

This was the first time Qiao Xi had asked him for something, so he’d set aside all else to prioritize her matter.

There was absolutely no error in the result!

"I understand."

Qiao Xi’s voice was barely audible, her mind buzzing.

"Thank you for helping me. If there’s ever something you need my help with in the future, don’t hesitate to ask."

Xu Xiuyuan caught the strange tone in her voice and tentatively asked, "Whose handwriting is this? Is it very significant to you?"

"Very significant, but I don’t know how to deal with it yet."

Qiao Xi let out a bitter laugh.

If Zhong Yi really was Ayi, how was she supposed to face him?

He was now a member of the Zhong Family, and Lu Yingxue was his fiancée. They were bound to get married eventually.

And she couldn’t let go of the hatred for her grandmother. Would they ultimately end up on opposing sides?

Things were getting more complicated.

Xu Xiuyuan comforted her, "If you need more help, you can always reach out to me. I promise I won’t tell anyone about this. I was very cautious when I contacted those experts—no one else knows except us."

"Thanks for keeping this confidential. But I need to confirm this further myself."

"Alright. It’s late, so make sure to rest. Women shouldn’t stay up all night. I’ll hang up now." Xu Xiuyuan could sense something was off in Qiao Xi’s voice. She likely had no time to waste on him now.

Thus, Xu Xiuyuan tactfully ended the call.

Qiao Xi leaned against the window, mindlessly flipping through her phone.

Closing it and reopening it.

She finally typed Zhong Yi’s name into the browser. All that came up were articles about the Zhong Family’s illegitimate son and Zhong Yi’s recent business deals.

Iron-blooded tactics.

Unmatched intelligence.

Since his return to the Zhong Family, he had accumulated significant achievements over the years, climbing step by step toward being a potential heir—even overshadowing the legitimate Zhong Lingxiao.

Simultaneously, gossip media had been digging into the identity of his mother and his childhood experiences.

Qiao Xi had previously suspected and searched for news about Zhong Yi. However, Zhong Yi returned in a year different from Ayi’s "death," so she hadn’t pursued that line of thought.

Deep down, there seemed to be a voice stopping her.

She didn’t want Zhong Yi to be Ayi.

Even though their faces were similar and they shared the same name, Zhong Yi and Ayi’s personalities and ways of handling things were completely different.

She couldn’t bear to think about what could’ve turned him into someone entirely unrecognizable.

No wonder he went to Moon Village. No wonder Aunt Chunhua mentioned someone paying respects. No wonder he oscillated between Xiang Mingzhu and Lu Yingxue, sowing discord among them.

Qiao Xi’s throat tightened, and she forcefully suppressed the surge of emotions within.

Regarding Zhong Yi being Ayi, neither Zhong Yi nor Xingzhou wanted her to know.

These two men had long been in communication, determined to keep her in the dark.

She tried to recalibrate herself emotionally.

Unaware of the elongated shadow nearing her in the hallway.

"Qiao Xi."

Huo Xingzhou stood in the interplay of light and shadow, softly calling her name.

Qiao Xi jumped, startled, and turned around abruptly to see the tall figure only two or three meters away. His expression was calm, his deep-set eyes holding a mix of concern and puzzlement as they rested on her.

"Why are you awake? Did I disturb you?"

Qiao Xi walked toward him and asked gently.

Huo Xingzhou extended a hand, clasping her chilly fingers. "Why aren’t you asleep? Your hands are freezing. Can’t you wear something warmer?"

"I came out... to make a call. I didn’t want to wake you up."

Qiao Xi’s voice was soft, suppressing the storm of emotions threatening to spill over.

"What kind of call requires you to come out here to make it?" Huo Xingzhou took her hand and led her back toward the room. "Don’t return calls at such ungodly hours anymore. Sleeping is more important."

"Mm."

Qiao Xi responded quietly, "I understand."

"Let’s go back to the room."

Huo Xingzhou pushed open the room door, letting her enter first.

Then, he closed the door behind them.

He removed the coat she wore and hung it nearby, placing both hands on her shoulders and slightly lowering his head to look at her.

His voice was deep: "You sneaking out to make calls at midnight might make me think you’re doing something behind my back. Something like... having an affair."

Qiao Xi pressed her lips together and handed him her phone. "Go ahead and check if you want—none of my records have been deleted."

Huo Xingzhou took the phone from her, pretending to seriously examine it.

He saw that his chat was pinned at the top and his lips curved into a faint smile.

Then he placed the phone aside without checking anything further.

His eyes sparkled with mirth as he looked at her and asked, "Would you like to see my phone instead?"

Qiao Xi’s interest piqued.

Normally, both of them trusted each other and rarely snooped into one another’s phones.

But Qiao Xi couldn’t help being curious about what might be inside his phone.

The secrets hiding in President Huo’s phone belonging to Tianyuan Group.

She licked her dry lips and asked, "Can I?"

His lips tugged upwards, his tone carrying a playful edge: "If you make me happy, then yes, you can."