My Super Beautiful Lady Boss
Chapter 510 - 510 509 Emotions Soaring Like a Rocket

510: Chapter 509: Emotions Soaring Like a Rocket 510: Chapter 509: Emotions Soaring Like a Rocket Listening to the strong heartbeat beneath her, He Xia’s heart and mind wandered.

Now thirty-one, He Xia had been with the Wei family for ten years.

Wei Zhentian, as the Big Master of the Lingnan Chamber of Commerce, was busy with external affairs every day, giving her little affection, and even their conjugal life was half-hearted.

She closed her eyes, savoring the warmth of the moment.

“May I use your phone?”

He Xia asked earnestly.

“Mine doesn’t have a signal either.”

Earlier, the monk had snatched He Xia’s phone, and while Su Xuan’s phone clearly had full reception, he didn’t dare give it to her now, “It’s okay, my car is below.

I’ll drive you home.”

After all, He Xia was still Wei Zhentian’s wife.

It wouldn’t do to overstep.

He Xia nodded her head.

Eventually, Su Xuan carried her down to the foot of the mountain, but He Xia was still unable to walk; he had no choice but to put her in his car and drive her back to the Wei family.

The sky gradually darkened.

Su Xuan placed her in the passenger seat.

“I’ll sit in the back.”

“Alright.”

After all, she was the wife of the Big Master, and her wishes had to be respected.

Su Xuan picked her up again, inhaling her mature scent, and felt a bit parched.

This was something Wei Zhentian must never find out.

Su Xuan drove straight to the shopping mall.

“Give me the phone; I need to make a call.”

“Use card 2.”

Su Xuan knew He Xia wanted to call Wei Zhentian to check in.

Wei Zhentian was familiar with the number on card 1, which could give them away.

“Hello, Zhentian, I went to Linyun Temple this afternoon and then for afternoon tea with my besties.

It got dark without me realizing, and tonight’s my bestie’s birthday.

She insisted I come…”

He Xia hadn’t finished speaking when Wei Zhentian interjected from the other end of the call, “A birthday?

That’s unfortunate timing.

Tonight I had the housekeeper cook your favorite crayfish.

Well, tell me where you are, and I’ll arrange for someone to protect you discreetly.

That way, I can rest easy.”

“No need, we’ve booked a luxury private room, security is good.

Alright, that’s it, I’ll try to come back early.”

Su Xuan, listening to their conversation, flattered, “Actually, the Big Master is quite a good person.”

“Hmm, he’s not bad to me,”

He Xia responded.

The car quickly arrived at the underground parking lot of the shopping mall.

Su Xuan was meticulous about his appearance, not forgetting to put on a duckbill hat after getting out.

He opened the back door to help, but He Xia didn’t come out.

Suddenly, Su Xuan remembered that her cheongsam was torn underneath.

How could she go herself?

“Tell me your size, and I’ll buy it for you,”

Su Xuan said.

He Xia was hesitant to speak, seemingly wanting to say something else.

“Can you do me a favor?”

“Tell me, if I can do it, I definitely will help,”

He Xia seemed to muster a lot of courage before speaking softly, “Could you help me sew this cheongsam?

There’s a repair shop in the mall at block C, suite 506.

I don’t want Wei Zhentian to notice anything when I get home.”

“No problem, leave it to me,”

Su Xuan agreed readily.

He was having difficulty again as He Xia was still wearing the dress.

“Turn your head away while I take off my dress.”

Su Xuan sat down in the driver’s seat, stealing glances through the rearview mirror.

“Make it quick and come back soon.”

He Xia said as she saw Su Xuan leaving.

Before long, not even fifteen minutes later, Su Xuan was back with a bag in hand.

“Hurry and change,”

he said, handing the bag to her.

Now that her leg strength had somewhat recovered, she slowly dressed herself while Su Xuan watched from the rearview mirror.

Feeling embarrassed, He Xia scolded, “Stop looking!

If you keep staring, I’ll gouge your eyes out.

Are all men so lecherous?”

He Xia, now dressed, seemed to be in good spirits despite the fact that she had narrowly escaped being violated by the old monk earlier; she felt a thrilling sensation—an emotion that had been suppressed within her for a long time, one that, once triggered, was hard to contain.

“Yeah, we men might be a bit lecherous, but we only have one true heart.”

“Have you found the one who understands your true heart?”

He Xia deliberately steered the conversation in that direction, thinking about possibly introducing him to a girlfriend if he hadn’t found someone yet.

“Almost,” Su Xuan answered vaguely.

“It feels quite challenging to find someone like you,” she said, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

“I’m already past my prime, you young people should be looking for someone younger,” insisted He Xia.

“All right, enough about that.

To show my apology for today, I’ll treat you to some crayfish,” Su Xuan said.

Seeing He Xia hesitate, Su Xuan knew he had a chance, and as he pressed down on the gas pedal, the car shot forward.

Su Xuan picked a club-type dining city, a place typically not open to the public and only accessible to those with money and influence who possess membership cards there.

As president of Fenghua Group, Su Xuan, of course, had a membership card—and a VIP one at that.

The moment he was about to drive in, he was stopped by the security guard, who requested identification.

It was normal for Su Xuan to be stopped, especially driving a $300,000 Passat—such an unassuming car would definitely invite questioning from the guards.

When they saw Su Xuan’s VIP card, they quickly saluted and hastily waved him through.

Witnessing the guard’s change of attitude from before to after, He Xia said with a laugh, “I didn’t expect you to be a young big boss.

You’ll have to look out for me in the future.”

Su Xuan offered fitness and entertainment facilities.

Hearing that He Xia wanted to eat crayfish, Su Xuan spared no effort!

He ordered not just boiled but fried, braised in oil, drunken, and cold dressed—all using crayfish as the main ingredient.

“This is my first time trying crayfish that I’ve fried myself,” remarked He Xia modestly, seated and picking up a piece to put into the oil.

Pop!

She had dropped it too hastily, and because the shrimp was a little wet, the boiling oil splashed violently.

Ah!

A droplet landed on the back of He Xia’s hand, causing her to twist her lovely face in pain.

“Are you all right?”

Su Xuan quickly grabbed her delicate hand and blew hard on it with his mouth.

Feeling the concern of a stranger, He Xia felt a warm sensation in her heart, and her fondness for Su Xuan increased dramatically.

“I’m fine,” she said hastily, pulling her hand away from his.

Seeing He Xia’s flustered face, he said, “Do you want some red wine?

Red wine can be very beneficial for your foot injury.

It helps with blood circulation and nourishes the liver.”

There was ready-made red wine in the suite, and Su Xuan opened a bottle.

Seeing that He Xia didn’t seem opposed, he poured her a glass.

Since they had booked the couple’s suite, there was a red candlestick on the table and romantic love-themed photos on the walls.

He Xia felt as if she had suddenly been transported back to her high school first love.

“To the first glass of wine, I hope you can forgive me for what I did this afternoon.

Actually, I didn’t really mean to sneak a peek, and helping you to dress…

well, it’s inevitable…”

Before Su Xuan could finish, He Xia had already downed her drink in one gulp, not caring at all about the art of tasting wine—drinking this way could easily lead to drunkenness.

“I know all that, it’s in the past,” she said and quickly finished her wine, then poured herself another.

This time, He Xia said proactively, “Su, I should actually be thanking you.

If it weren’t for you, I would’ve been in trouble with the old monk, so let’s not talk about the dressing matter.

Thank you for saving me.”

Gulp!

He Xia tipped her head back and downed another!

Red wine is meant to be savored, swirled, sniffed, and sipped slowly.

Clearly, He Xia was drinking with emotion.

As her glass emptied again, Su Xuan topped it up for her.

Truth be told, Su Xuan felt a small glimmer of anticipation—wondering if anything else might happen if He Xia truly got drunk.

Wondering if anything else might happen.