Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 632 Good night, husband

Qiao Xi looked into his deep, mesmerizing eyes and asked softly, "How should I please you?"

"Pleasing me is something you’re best at." Huo Xingzhou’s eyes, like a bright lake, rippled faintly.

He was indeed a little bothered by her running out late at night to make a call, curious about whom she had called and what it was about. When flipping through her phone earlier, he hadn’t checked the call log.

Because he wanted to give her some space, and also... he didn’t want to delve too deeply.

Qiao Xi understood his meaning.

She tilted her head slightly to look at him and said, "It’s already very late. Aren’t you busy with the launch of the Tianyuan Group branch recently? You should rest early. Don’t overwork yourself."

"I’m not tired, and I don’t think matters between a husband and wife count as overexertion—they’re just the spice of life."

In certain areas, the man was resolute.

Qiao Xi couldn’t help but sigh, then leaned up on her tiptoes and pecked the corner of his lips. "How about now?"

"Half-hearted."

Huo Xingzhou pressed down on her lips, his warm breath enveloping her. His strong arms encircled her waist, kissing her with intensity.

Lips met teeth.

Both of their bodies gradually grew warmer.

He knew better than anyone what she couldn’t withstand, and it seemed as if he was intentionally teasing her.

Unnoticed, Qiao Xi backed up to the edge of the bed. Any further, and there was no retreat.

Her nightgown was slightly disarrayed, the neckline open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

At the crucial moment, Huo Xingzhou stopped. He reached out to straighten her neckline and, breathing lightly, said, "In a few days, when you’re feeling better."

Qiao Xi’s ears tinged red.

He still remembered that matter.

Huo Xingzhou let her go and handed over his phone. "Your fingerprint is registered for the lock screen. You can open it directly."

"Shall we look together?"

Qiao Xi took his phone, as if holding another piece of his trust.

A person’s phone contains traces of their past; she rarely heard him talk about his life before.

Huo Xingzhou’s teenage years, his old circle of friends.

How he grew step by step into the man he is now.

"Mm."

Huo Xingzhou lifted the covers and placed a pillow on her side, saying, "Lean on this and look."

"Alright." Qiao Xi burrowed under the blanket, which was still warm. She leaned against the pillow but turned her head toward Huo Xingzhou’s side.

She opened his phone’s WeChat and began browsing through his recent chat windows.

"You and Zhou Yu chat every day? Looks like there’s a lot going on over in Haicheng. Every time he calls, it’s a voice call that lasts at least half an hour." Qiao Xi remarked softly as she browsed.

"Mm."

Huo Xingzhou responded lightly. Actually, half the time Zhou Yu was venting to him about being separated from Shu Xue across two different locations and wondering when he’d finally get enough leave to reunite with her in Africa.

Qiao Xi mused, "I wonder when Zhou Yu and Shu Xue will finally get married. It’s hard to communicate from Africa, and Shu Xue seems so busy. Calling her, even getting through twice out of ten attempts feels like a success. I don’t even know how she’s holding up anymore..."

"Zhou Yu still needs to prove himself,"

Huo Xingzhou said softly.

Qiao Xi slid her finger down the screen. "Looks like all your recent chats are work-related? No wonder Old Chen said you’re a workaholic. Let me check out your contacts then."

Qiao Xi tapped into the WeChat contact list and saw that his starred friends were family, with her name placed right at the top.

The corners of her mouth lifted slightly as she scrolled down.

"This An Qi is a woman, right? And then there’s Chen Wanjun... and Gu Xia..." As she continued scrolling, she spotted a fair number of women. It turned out Huo Xingzhou’s private WeChat account had quite a few contacts.

"Some are schoolmates, others are part of the Haicheng circle. We barely interact, but I keep their details out of respect for older family connections. Some have moved abroad, some have become Tianyuan Group’s collaborators. I don’t handle dealings with them—Jin Kai takes care of that."

Huo Xingzhou was open and straightforward. He used to think chatting endlessly on the phone or online with women was a huge waste of time.

Qiao Xi suddenly thought of Xu Xingluo.

What a bittersweet memory.

She kept scrolling all the way to the end, stopping at a name under "Z"—one that stood out vividly.

Zhong Yi.

Those two words leaped into her mind, triggering memories of the phone call made by Xu Xiuyuan.

Her breathing became noticeably uneven.

Qiao Xi quickly handed the phone back to Huo Xingzhou. "I’m done looking."

She tugged on his arm and said, "Time to sleep."

Huo Xingzhou lay flat, and Qiao Xi shuffled closer—moving directly into his embrace. She curled up entirely in his arms, inhaling his familiar scent and feeling her heartbeat calm down.

"Good night, hubby."

She would no longer face the storms of life alone. There was someone beside her now.

No matter what happens, there’s a steady anchor to dispel the fears and anxieties of the past.

Huo Xingzhou held her tightly and said, "Sleep now."

"Mm."

Qiao Xi was just about to fall asleep when the faint sound of a car and the flash of headlights reached her from outside the villa.

She perked up her ears to listen. Under the covers, she asked, "What’s that noise?"

"Probably Jiaojiao coming home."

"She didn’t come home earlier tonight?" Qiao Xi asked in surprise. "You’re okay with that this late?"

"She was out with Xie Xubai," Huo Xingzhou replied, having taken a call from Ning Yuan earlier explaining everything—how the car wouldn’t be brought back tonight, and why they should leave President Xie ample room to impress.

The drowsiness left Qiao Xi’s face. "Was it a date? Looks like Jiaojiao doesn’t mind Xie Xubai’s advances. Does that mean we..."

Huo Xingzhou’s finger pressed against her lips, softly shushing her with the warm weight of his touch. "Sleep."

"Oh."

...

The villa’s living room was enveloped in darkness.

Huo Sijiao tiptoed into the room, careful not to turn on the lights and disturb the household. She didn’t want anyone to know she was just returning at this late hour. If Sun Wei, the gossip master, found out, he would undoubtedly dig for details.

He’d embellish the story, and by tomorrow everyone would know, weaving wild ideas in their minds.

Huo Sijiao slipped out of her high heels and stealthily made her way upstairs.

She and Xie Xubai had spent half the night watching the snow, only to wake up in his arms at the end.

Feigning composure, she pretended to act unaffected as she insisted on going home, but her heart was far from calm, tangled and conflicted.

Am I becoming... a player?

She padded silently down the corridor toward her room.

Victory was nearly in sight.

Something hit the back of her head.

Startled, she jumped off the ground in fright.

Huo Sijiao whipped around only to see a dark, shadowy figure drawing closer. Before she could react, her wrists were seized, and she was pinned against the door, unable to move.