Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 639: Hurting Huo Xingzhou in Front of Her

Qiao Xi walked up to Lu Yan.

Her pale face was covered in a layer of cold frost, and the sharp arrow in her hand suddenly turned direction, its pointed tip feigning a stab toward Lu Yan’s eyes.

Lu Yan let out a scream in terror, instinctively leaning backward.

The wheelchair couldn’t withstand his drastic movement and immediately tipped over.

He fell to the ground completely.

Heavy impact against the floor.

Qiao Xi kicked the wheelchair, causing it to press down on Lu Yan’s legs.

He roared angrily, "What do you want to do?"

Qiao Xi’s cold, clear voice rang out, "Afraid already? Then were you not afraid when you used arrows to kill? Was your target me, or Huo Xingzhou?"

Qiao Xi used the tail of the arrow to forcefully smack his face, speaking condescendingly, "Your target was me, wasn’t it? But your poor archery skills skewed the direction, almost hitting Huo Xingzhou instead."

This enraged her even more.

Right in front of her, he almost hurt Huo Xingzhou!

It’s hard to imagine the kind of damage an arrowhead like that would cause piercing into the body.

Lu Yan wanted to kill someone!

Lu Yan’s eyes were shrouded in gloom as he struggled on the floor and said, "I was just playing around, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. How was I supposed to know you two would be there? I should be asking if you’re trying to frame me."

Qiao Xi sneered, "Frame you? That’s your claim."

Her almond-shaped eyes burned with fierce flames as she tossed the arrow onto the ground.

Her nimble fingers reached into her sleeve to retrieve the silver needle pinned there.

"You... What are you doing?" Lu Yan desperately tried to move his body, attempting to stand.

Qiao Xi said indifferently, "For someone as full of sinister thoughts as you, I’ll help activate your blood circulation and let out the toxic blood. Don’t move carelessly; otherwise, it’ll certainly look like you’re framing me."

"You... Ah!"

Before Lu Yan could finish speaking, one of his fingertips was pierced by a long needle.

The pain shot straight to his heart.

His body trembled violently from the agony.

"This is fingertip bloodletting therapy, which awakens the senses, clears heat, and detoxifies. Judging by your complexion and tongue coating, I could tell right away that you’re filled with toxic heat. Your heart and liver are black as coal, consumed daily with vile schemes to harm others."

Qiao Xi’s tone was icy as she inserted another long needle into Lu Yan’s middle finger.

"Ah!"

Lu Yan’s face turned pale from the pain; Qiao Xi didn’t bother using proper technique, deliberately ensuring he felt the full brunt of it.

Not far off, Lu Yingxue saw the grotesque scene and shouted, "Qiao Xi, how can you use needles to hurt people as a Chinese medicine practitioner? Did National Doctor Cheng Han teach you such cruelty? How are you any different from a torturer?"

She tried to run forward but was stopped by Zhong Yi’s outstretched arm.

He cast a warning glance at Lu Yingxue, forcing her to give up, only letting out an "anxious" cry in Qiao Xi’s direction.

"Qiao Xi, whatever the issue is, let’s talk it out rationally. Don’t hurt him!"

Qiao Xi chuckled mockingly, "My needles don’t hurt people. I already said it’s a bloodletting treatment—healing, not harm! Miss Lu, shouldn’t you be able to diagnose this yourself?"

Her rising disgust and loathing for Lu Yingxue broke through her control, and her words became increasingly piercing.

"Miss Lu, the Lu Family is just a batch of rotten seeds. Lu Yan, this parasite, must be your handiwork, right? And... some grudges I haven’t mentioned don’t mean I’ve forgotten them. I’m a very spiteful person..."

Qiao Xi took another long needle and pierced it into Lu Yan’s fingertip.

Lu Yan broke out into cold sweat on his forehead, gritting his teeth as he snarled, "If you’ve got the guts, just kill me! My cousin is not someone you can humiliate. Qiao Xi, you’re not even fit to carry her shoes!"

"I’d never carry her shoes."

Qiao Xi said coldly, "Right now, I’m settling accounts with you. You want to kill me? Then go ahead and try."

She wasn’t scared.

Since provoking the Lu Family, she never intended to reconcile.

Just as Qiao Xi was about to pierce another needle, a cool hand gently grasped her wrist.

Huo Xingzhou bent forward and said, "Don’t waste your time on garbage like him. Helping him with blood circulation is already generous. You’ve vented enough; let’s just go home."

He comfortingly patted her shoulder, then took the needles out of her hand.

"Don’t be angry, Qiao Xi."

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and looked at his pale, slender hand, saying, "But he hurt you."

Huo Xingzhou seemed pleased by her statement, a hint of amusement in his voice as he said, "Yes, the wound is already about to scab over."

His hand was only slightly scratched, barely oozing a little blood—not serious at all.

Qiao Xi was somewhat pacified by his teasing and let most of her anger dissipate.

"I’ll listen to you. I won’t argue with him anymore. He’s just a venomous waste; what can he possibly stir up?"

As soon as Qiao Xi said this, Lu Yan looked as if he had been thoroughly humiliated.

He reached out with the hand still pierced with needles to grab the arrow, intending to ruthlessly stab it into Qiao Xi’s back.

In that impulsive moment, he didn’t even care about breaking the law!

Only one thought filled his mind:

Kill this detestable woman.

"You wretched bitch, die!" Lu Yan’s voice was hoarse and shrill, venomous like a snake.

But just as he finished shouting, his movements froze, and a pig-like howl erupted.

"Ah!"

Huo Xingzhou’s polished leather shoe stamped on Lu Yan’s arm, grinding down deliberately. The needles pierced further into him under the pressure.

Lu Yan’s face twisted in agony.

His body trembled like he was being electrocuted, curling up into a ball.

His hoarse screams conveyed overwhelming despair.

Huo Xingzhou calmly adjusted Qiao Xi’s collar before sparing a glance at the pitiful Lu Yan, offering a flippant apology, "Oh, sorry, I accidentally stepped on you. But your hand wasn’t here earlier, right? Were you trying to frame me?"

"You..."

Lu Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood as his rage surged.

He fainted on the spot.

Huo Xingzhou chuckled softly, "Such poor mental resilience. Old Chen, go to the fish pond and fetch a bucket of water."

"Understood."

Old Chen grabbed the gardener’s watering tool, scooped water from the villa’s fish pond nearby, and poured it over Lu Yan.

The fishy-smelling, icy water soaked into Lu Yan’s skin in the frigid weather—and the effect was positively brutal.

Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes, and upon seeing Huo Xingzhou’s smug expression, a wave of panic rose in his heart.

The pain in his fingers repeatedly stabbed at him, reminding him that he’d truly struck an immovable object this time.

Huo Xingzhou maintained an indifferent expression and ordered, "Old Chen, it seems Lu Yan didn’t learn his lesson from the last incident at the Guan Family banquet. Let’s make sure he remembers this time. Some people should know better than to overstep."

"Young Master, what sort of lesson should we impart to Lu Yan?" Old Chen was eager to act; it had been ages since he’d had a chance to stretch his limbs.

Huo Xingzhou lowered his gaze slightly, the chill in his eyes palpable: "Break his other leg."

"Life or death doesn’t matter—I’ll take full responsibility."

This time, the line had been crossed.