Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 428 Qiao Xi is Amazing

Chapter 428: Chapter 428 Qiao Xi is Amazing

"First, is your aversion to marriage because of Xie Liuzheng?"

"Sister-in-law, at this time..." Zhou Yu looked into her icy gaze, and finally nodded slightly.

Qiao Xi understood, no wonder Shu Xue reacted so strongly.

This was equivalent to Zhou Yu not marrying her before because of another woman, which nobody could tolerate.

"Second question, do you still have feelings for Xie Liuzheng?"

Zhou Yu said angrily, "No! I just think this woman turned her back ruthlessly. She just said ’let’s break up’ and that was it, no more contact ever after; I was dumped so miserably and it hurt my pride, I wanted to find her for an explanation!

My aversion to marriage is also because I’m afraid of meeting a woman like her, and I figured I might as well enjoy life without getting married!"

Qiao Xi was somewhat skeptical of his answer.

"Third question, do you truly love Shu Xue and want to marry her?"

Zhou Yu frowned in annoyance, "Do I really look that untrustworthy? I truly love her, though I do have some reservations about marriage. But if she wants to get married, then I’m willing to go along with it."

It indeed sounded like he was not that willing to get married.

Qiao Xi understood as well, "Usually, in a relationship, marriage is proposed before getting a marriage certificate, right? You really don’t seem to be putting your heart into it, no wonder she misunderstood. You should explain it to her properly later, and come to find me if needed."

"That’s all I can do."

Zhou Yu was in a slightly bad mood, "Sister-in-law, I need to go get busy now."

"Go ahead, and don’t let Shu Xue down."

Half an hour later, Huo Xingzhou arrived.

Qiao Xi immediately noticed the man entering from the main hall entrance.

His presence was commanding, invited by Zhou Yu to give a brief speech, which was concise and to the point.

After speaking, he was enthusiastically surrounded by the designers, much like a celebrity at a fan event. Those architects who were somewhat arrogant in front of Zhou Yu were completely deferent around Huo Xingzhou.

They posed questions, and Huo Xingzhou hit the mark with his answers.

A man at work seriously does have a charm, like being covered with a soft-focus filter; it was dazzling to watch.

Qiao Xi’s eyes were entirely fixed on him; her gaze was almost fiery, and Huo Xingzhou turned his head and noticed her, his lips curving slightly.

He strode over to her, took her hand, and said to the designers from both domestic and international backgrounds, "This is my wife, Qiao Xi. She is an excellent practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine."

Those people suddenly understood.

"So this is President Huo’s wife, she has such grace."

"We’ve long heard that Young Madam Huo is a disciple of the National Doctor Cheng Han—it’s better to see once than to hear a hundred times."

"You two are well-matched. When I entered, I noticed this beautiful lady and was wondering who was so fortunate."

They gave Huo Xingzhou a lot of face. The domestic designers may have heard of National Doctor Cheng Han’s name, but those from overseas were clueless and could only compliment Qiao Xi for her beauty.

Among the praise, there was also skepticism.

A middle-aged Western man with a high nasal bridge and a goatee spoke up, his Chinese fluent though accented, "What is traditional Chinese medicine? Is it your Eastern medicine? Can it compare with our Western medicine?"

His tone carried a lack of understanding and a bit of casualness towards traditional Chinese medicine. Indeed, there were many people in China who scorned traditional Chinese medicine.

Qiao Xi pursed her lips and looked towards Huo Xingzhou, who nodded slightly.

She stepped forward, "This gentleman."

Huo Xingzhou prompted, "This is Mr. Lawrence, an awardee of the design gold medal, eminent in the architecture design industry."

Qiao Xi’s lips curved slightly, "Mr. Lawrence, traditional Chinese medicine is profound and has a long history. It can’t be explained in a single statement. Traditional and Western medicine each have their strengths. Please extend your hand..."

Lawrence cooperated and held out his hand, interested to see how she would explain what traditional Chinese medicine is.

Qiao Xi placed her fingers on his wrist and looking at his face, said, "Mr. Lawrence, your pulse is deep, thin, cold, and deficient. It seems that after arriving in Haicheng, the change in diet has not suited you. You likely experienced persistent stomach pain last night, which led to diarrhea. Although you took medicine, it was not properly diagnosed."

The Western man exclaimed hyperbolically, "You couldn’t possibly have been investigating me with Mr. Huo, bribing the hotel’s service staff, could you?"

To sense so much from such a light pulse check.

More and more people gathered around Qiao Xi, with Huo Xingzhou crossing his arms and watching her with a hooked smile at the corners of his lips.

Qiao Xi’s spine was straight, her beautiful face wearing a composed smile. "Mr. Lawrence, you must still be feeling somewhat unwell, aren’t you?"

"My stomach does hurt quite a bit, I even hesitate to drink coffee. Haicheng has too many delicacies," Lawrence said helplessly, spreading his hands.

Qiao Xi had long needles with her, and the crowd saw her pull the needles from her wrinkled sleeve cuff—not a fashionable accessory, but several needles!

It was quite an eye-opener!

Lawrence looked at the needles, scalp tingling yet feeling an impulse to try it out: "Is this the acupuncture you always talk about? Some of your doctors practice it abroad, and it’s very expensive."

"It involves both needling and moxibustion. Please take a seat on the sofa," Qiao Xi extended her hand and made a gesture of invitation.

Lawrence sat down on the sofa with skepticism, resolved to expose this Mrs. Huo’s pretense if it proved ineffective.

Qiao Xi handled the needle letting the waiter bring some supplies to quickly disinfect it.

The long needle, gleaming with sharpness, was quickly and precisely inserted into Mr. Lawrence’s Zhongwan Acupoint, Zusanli, Neiguan, and Gongsun.

His stomach was upset from his diet. She considered his pain and added a needle to the Hegu Acupoint!

The entire set of movements flowed smoothly.

She even used the Flying Needle Technique, inserting the needle at a distance into his flesh.

My goodness!

"Is this Chinese kung fu?" the blonde female designer covered her lips in awe.

Xie Liuzheng stood aside and said with a mild smile, "This is the grand heritage left by our ancestors. The essence of five thousand years of history and culture, a treasure of the East."

"It’s miraculous, I really want to ask Mr. Lawrence if it hurts!" the blond woman gestured with her hand, "Such a long needle sticking into the body."

Lawrence half-lay on the sofa, indicating it didn’t hurt much!

It was like being bitten by a mosquito.

Compared to the severe stomach pain and vomiting he experienced last night, this was just a drizzle!

After a moment, he was surprised to find that he felt absolutely no pain in his stomach, which had been somewhat aching.

"No pain at all, really, no pain at all! This is miraculous! It’s just..."

This internationally reputed middle-aged designer was behaving quite unrestrained at this moment!

He couldn’t contain his joy, exaggerating his expressions.

"God, so this is Chinese medicine! Just a couple of pricks without making me take medicine or undergo blood tests, and without so many examinations, my illness is cured!"

It was as if he had opened the doors to a new world, "I’ll never again say that acupuncture is overpriced! It’s truly worth it! Mrs. Huo, you are angels!"

Qiao Xi glanced at the time and removed all the needles from his body.

Her demeanor calm, her voice gentle, "Mr. Lawrence, this is just a small part of Chinese medicine. Please take good care of your body, Haicheng indeed has many delicacies, and we have plenty of time."

The straightforward designer nodded repeatedly, his eyes shining as he looked at Qiao Xi, as if he had found a treasure.

So did everyone else.

"Miss Qiao, if one day you could come to my country, I will surely treat you with the finest courtesy."

This time the address was "Miss Qiao," not "Mrs. Huo."

This was a sign of respect for her as an individual.

Qiao Xi smiled, nodding with grace and ease.