Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 673: The Weasel Offers Incense to the Chicken

Chapter 673: Chapter 673: The Weasel Offers Incense to the Chicken

Guan Jingtan and Shen Xuanzhi came to offer incense and condolences on the first day of their new marriage. Mr. Guan and Cheng Han were old acquaintances, so it was indeed a visit they should make.

The two were dressed in black clothes, almost walking arm in arm as they entered.

Last night, Shen Xuanzhi drank Liang Qin into the hospital.

He spoke regretful words to Huo Sijiao, and today, upon sobering up, his heart felt even heavier. Some things remain forever silent if not released.

But suddenly, he found a chance to speak out. freēwēbnovel.com

This made him restless, unable to suppress it anymore.

Upon entering, his gaze precisely landed on Huo Sijiao, his eyes darkening as he noticed the men’s handkerchief in her hand.

She was standing together with Xie Xubai.

The urgency and fury of Shen Xuanzhi’s revenge were mingled with helplessness and despair, almost torturing his heart to death.

Guan Jingtan whispered a reminder: "Restrain yourself; you are my husband now. Our deal isn’t just about being a fake couple. Don’t forget my grandfather’s requirements."

Shen Xuanzhi remembered Mr. Guan’s conditions, and his gaze grew even darker.

"Be careful, the incense is hot."

"Thank you."

Shen Xuanzhi reverently offered incense.

He suspected Cheng Han’s death might not have been accidental, but related to the deep-seated vengeance he carried.

It was caused by the Lu Family.

After offering incense, he paused when passing Huo Sijiao. Finally, he moved forward, saying condolences to Qiao Xi.

Guan Jingtan, however, pulled Qiao Xi aside and spoke at length.

"Grandfather said that after you performed acupuncture on Wenli last night, his complexion improved significantly today. He’s no longer so irritable, which shows it’s effective." Guan Jingtan hoped Qiao Xi could completely cure Guan Wenli.

Qiao Xi replied hoarsely, "I’m just experimenting. If it works, it’s great. If not, then we’ll just do our best and leave the rest to fate."

She hadn’t fully mastered the Spiritual Pivot Nine Needles.

Desperately, last night she performed acupuncture on Cheng Han, harboring faint hope.

But heaven showed mercy, and she actually succeeded!

"Guan Wenli has been ill for too long. Right now, I’m only suppressing it, not curing it completely."

"That’s already very good." Guan Jingtan looked at Qiao Xi, glancing at Huo Sijiao, "Miss Huo, can we talk further?"

Shen Xuanzhi and Huo Sijiao seemed to have lingering ties. She didn’t want Huo Sijiao to waste her time on Shen Xuanzhi.

After suppressing emotions for a long time, love may surge uncontrollably.

Shen Xuanzhi’s heart was filled with boundless hatred and love, intertwined.

His soul was twisted by it.

Humans inevitably have greed, wanting both love and revenge, leading to... Shen Xuanzhi found it increasingly impossible to hide his gaze towards Huo Sijiao after marriage.

Even she could see it clearly, not to mention other informed people.

Huo Sijiao took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let’s go over there."

She pointed to a secluded corridor, then spoke briefly to her mother, Du Juan, before leading Guan Jingtan that way.

Xie Xubai glanced at Shen Xuanzhi, speaking softly, "Indecisiveness leads to chaos. Some people have countless chances to turn back but choose to do so when they can’t. That’s being fatefully linked without being destined. Therefore, don’t trouble others unnecessarily."

He could understand Shen Xuanzhi’s ambitions and hatred but couldn’t agree with his actions.

Missteps after drinking.

Du Juan understood the ambiguity between her daughter and Shen Xuanzhi, so she wiped her tears and said, "Mr. Shen, Jiaojiao was once saved by you. Our Huo Family owes you a favor; wherever we can help in the future, feel free to ask. She grew up pampered, and as a mother, I can’t bear to see her suffer."

She wouldn’t accept a divorced man.

Even if Shen Xuanzhi hadn’t married Guan Jingtan, she’d consider whether they were well matched.

Unless Shen Xuanzhi showed enough sincerity, she’d marry her daughter to him. She didn’t want her daughter to become the next Liu Huimin!

However... Shen Xuanzhi was now married, looking at Jiaojiao with such obvious eyes, it made her somewhat angry.

She then held Xie Xubai’s hand, saying, "Seeing Mr. Shen get a good marriage, I dream of having a son-in-law like Xiao Xie."

Xie Xubai was temperate, cooperating well with her.

Shen Xuanzhi’s heart felt tightly wound, bleeding profusely.

Du Juan almost said it outright; she wouldn’t let her daughter entangle with a married man, no matter how wronged Shen Xuanzhi was!

Shen Xuanzhi tasted blood in his throat and said, "Mr. Xie indeed is quite good, just a bit older. Miss Huo probably doesn’t like men much older than herself."

He was unwilling.

Feeling heaven has already treated him unfairly so much, why won’t it even give him Huo Sijiao.

Last night’s drunken stupor seemed to stir that long-buried resentment within his bones, unable to treat it with a normal heart.

Qiao Xi saw Du Juan about to speak and took her hand.

"Mom, you arrived in the Imperial Capital without rest overnight. Why don’t you and Dad return to the villa to rest, we’re here."

She coaxed and persuaded, having bodyguards lead Du Juan and her husband away.

Xie Xubai also left.

Leaving Shen Xuanzhi standing in the corner, waiting for Guan Jingtan.

Qiao Xi glanced at him, feeling pity. Yet it was all his own choice. No one was holding a knife to his throat to marry Guan Jingtan; he had agreed to it himself.

But why be ambiguous with Jiaojiao on the first day of marriage.

It was the woman whose reputation would suffer if it got out.

Huo Xingzhou squeezed her fingers and said, "Don’t get distracted. The people from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association are here."

Qiao Xi looked outside, indeed!

A vast swarm led by Lu Bannong and Lu Yingxue.

Behind them were Vice President Lin Chunsheng and several directors, all coming to offer condolences.

Old Chen called out the names.

Lu Bannong’s face still bore a compassionate expression.

People say a person’s appearance reflects their mind; it’s unknown how he cultivated this art of a Buddha’s face hiding a snake’s heart.

Upon entering, Lu Bannong had red eyes and shed a few tears.

He wiped his eyes with his sleeve, quickly walked to Cheng Han’s memorial hall, his voice choked.

He covered his face and cried, "Back then, Mr. Cheng and I often communicated, considered friends. Outside rumors are rampant, but they can’t change our friendship. After the competition, Mr. Cheng left angrily and disappeared. I reluctantly set the North-South Division rule, hoping he’d come out to save lives, yet I didn’t expect..."

These words thoroughly blamed Cheng Han.

"After over twenty years without meeting, when meeting again, we’re separated by life and death."

Holding three incense sticks, he offered them respectfully, "Mr. Cheng, rest in peace."

Lowering his head, a hidden smile of chilling triumph appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Han, deserved to die!