Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 663 Hear the Scolding

Shen Xuanzhi’s gaze swept past Huo Sijiao, a crazy thought stirring in his mind after suppressing his emotions for so long.

If I stop everything now, could I turn back?

"Xuanzhi, it’s time to move to the next table," Guan Jingtan reminded him.

She was a clever person, willing to feign ignorance about some matters. She didn’t care whose image occupied Shen Xuanzhi’s heart, as long as it didn’t harm the Guan Family’s interests.

This marriage alliance was, after all, an arrangement where both sides got what they wanted.

"Alright."

Shen Xuanzhi half-lowered his gaze, hiding all the emotions within his eyes.

He felt regret.

On his wedding night.

He regretted pushing Huo Sijiao away in the past. If he had been braver and said yes back then, could things have turned out differently?

Revenge could have other paths.

But Huo Sijiao—there was only one.

The crowd of people offering toasts shuffled to another table, leaving the scene a bit quieter.

Huo Sijiao sat down, her expression indifferent. She silently poured red wine into her glass, drinking it sip by sip.

Images of Haicheng flashed through her mind, one after another.

The first person she ever loved—this Chapter of her life had come to an end. It was, undeniably, disappointing and unfair.

Gulp. Gulp.

A servant by the table refilled her glass, softly reminding her, "Miss Huo, these red wines are from our master’s private collection. The alcohol content is higher than those on the market; drinking too much might harm your health."

"Since they’re from the private collection, I should enjoy them more. Thanks for your concern; my health is fine."

Huo Sijiao took a big sip, her throat moving as she swallowed the wine.

Burning—scorching heat spread from her throat to her stomach.

Pei Chun, watching her act this way, couldn’t help but sneer, "Oh my, who gets drunk like this at someone else’s banquet? A woman indulging in alcohol—how improper and indecent she must seem."

She noticed Xie Xubai’s gaze repeatedly landing on Huo Sijiao, feeling a surge of rage and jealousy, momentarily forgetting her mother’s warnings.

Huo Sijiao shot her a cold glance and said, "Some people better not court insults—I’m in a bad mood, and the insults I dish out might be unbearable."

What a racket, what noise!

Can’t even drink in peace.

Originally radiant, Huo Sijiao now looked even more striking with her cold, frosty demeanor—an air that warned others not to provoke her.

"Oh, how will you insult me? Go ahead, say it!" Pei Chun, unable to hold back her anger, wanted to see how far Huo Sijiao would go with Xie Xubai present.

"Chun’er."

Mrs. Pei pulled Pei Chun’s hand, speaking, "Don’t cause unnecessary trouble."

With a smile on her face, she turned to Huo Sijiao and explained, "Miss Huo, my daughter means well. Women who drink excessively might have issues having children in the future. Alcohol damages the body; you might want to drink less."

Huo Sijiao’s mood had hit rock bottom.

Confronted with such malicious advice, she slammed her wine glass onto the table.

Bang!

The red wine spilled and splashed onto the tablecloth.

With sharp eyes, she stared at the Pei mother and daughter, curling her lips into a mocking smile, "Oh? Does your family live in Dunhuang, surrounded by murals? Whether I have children or drink alcohol has nothing to do with you! Meddling in everything as if you’re the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother!"

Murals—a pun for "nagging words."

"You..."

"Why is your choice of words so unpleasant?" Mrs. Pei, visibly disgraced, said, "Not at all what one would expect from a family of distinction. Such vulgar language—people will laugh at you for having no upbringing."

"My upbringing applies only to normal people." Huo Sijiao, her exquisite face frosted with contempt, retorted, "What are you two supposed to be anyway? Flaunting the Pei Family’s name everywhere like foxes borrowing tiger’s might—do you actually think you’re part of the Pei bloodline? At this table, you don’t even rank high enough to act out, yet you dare to flaunt arrogance before me?"

She spared no consideration for their dignity.

If she could, she would’ve smacked them across the face with a pair of chopsticks.

Pei Chun turned bright red from being chastised, looking toward Xie Xubai to complain, "Xubai, did you hear how vile her insults are? How can a young lady behave like this? My mother and I were merely expressing concern for her."

Xie Xubai tapped his nose—he knew Little Chili wouldn’t change her ways so easily.

With Shen Xuanzhi’s wedding, her frustration surpassed anyone else’s, yet some people still had the nerve to provoke her.

"Can’t fault Miss Huo for this; you *did* say she should deliver insults for you to hear. Miss Huo merely granted your request..."

Xie Xubai’s remark left everyone at the table dumbfounded.

Even Huo Sijiao turned her head to glance at him, surprised that a gentleman like him would take sides.

"You..." Pei Chun’s eyes welled up, "You’re biased!"

Huo Sijiao raised her brow, her tone indifferent, "And what if he’s biased? What’s it to you? Are you and he related somehow that it’s within your rights to criticize? Besides, the heart itself naturally leans to one side—your poor judgment led you straight into trouble. Better go home and train your brain before troubling me again."

"Pah, such misfortune!"

After tearing into them, Huo Sijiao felt a bit of relief.

Parched from her outburst, she gracefully picked up her wine glass and took another sip.

Red wine didn’t quench her thirst.

She softly instructed the nearby maid, "Would you mind bringing me a glass of warm water? Thank you."

"Of course, Miss Huo. I’ll prepare it right away."

The Guan Family’s maid was thoughtful, educated, and impeccably attentive—a model of service.

Huo Sijiao was pleased.

Mrs. Pei grabbed her purse, stood up, and said, "I’m going to the restroom, please excuse me."

No one at the table cared about her departure.

Huo Sijiao continued eating dishes and drinking to pass the time, indifferent to maintaining her image. After all, there was no one left here whom she cared about.

Occasionally, Xie Xubai handed her a wet napkin, and she murmured a quiet "thank you."

Pei Chun simmered with anger.

Why was Huo Sijiao so effortlessly entitled to Xie Xubai’s thoughtfulness?

With Mrs. Pei absent, Pei Chun forgot her mother’s advice. When she saw Huo Sijiao reaching with communal chopsticks for the braised squid stuffed with sticky rice, she immediately used a spoon to knock away her chopsticks, scooping a large portion into her own bowl while giving Huo Sijiao a provocative look.

Without a change in expression, Huo Sijiao turned to the next dish—Golden Ship of Treasures, a braised abalone and shellfish platter in oyster sauce.

Pei Chun’s spoon intercepted again, stealing the abalone that Huo Sijiao was about to pick.

Bang! Huo Sijiao slammed the communal chopsticks down.

She glared at Pei Chun, her face vibrant and striking.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Pei Chun gnawed on the abalone, savoring it smugly. She feigned innocence, "I didn’t realize Miss Huo and I had such similar tastes. What you like, I seem to fancy too. There’s more left on the platter—feel free to grab some."

"I wouldn’t touch your leftovers. Pei Chun, if you want to act like a fool, I won’t stop you. But with this behavior, people might think your Pei Family hasn’t even eaten Nine-Headed Abalone before—how embarrassing. You slobbered over your serving with your spoon, who’d dare consume it after that?"

Huo Sijiao sneered.

Several young men at the table began grumbling—they were here for the banquet and valued proper etiquette.

Now, with communal chopsticks and split dishes, Pei Chun’s actions had truly dampened the mood and ruined appetites.

"Miss Pei, what you’re doing is pretty disgusting. If I were Young Master Xie, I wouldn’t like you either."

"Exactly; she hasn’t provoked you at all."

Looking at Pei Chun, their tones carried traces of reproach.

Pei Chun’s face flushed, her neck tensing as she bit her lip and fled the banquet, running toward the restroom.

Damn Huo Sijiao!

Just wait!

Her mother was already plotting everything behind the scenes.