Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him
Chapter 692: Zhong Yi, I’ve recognized you

Chapter 692: Chapter 692: Zhong Yi, I’ve recognized you

Qiao Xi’s voice was trembling, yet very firm.

"Zhong Yi, I know you are Ayi."

Zhong Yi stared at her in a daze.

Those beautiful eyes were filled with complex emotions.

His voice was hoarse from blood loss: "When did you find out?"

"A long time ago."

Qiao Xi held his hand, placing her fingertips on his wrist to check his pulse.

Then, she furrowed her brows and reached out to remove his coat. Zhong Yi’s long, blood-stained fingers tightly grasped her wrist.

"Listen to me, leave first. I really have a way to save myself, Wan Jiang is overreacting."

Qiao Xi looked up, her almond eyes filled with a hint of anger: "If you push me away again, I’ll stay here with you. If it comes to that, we can perish together."

Zhong Yi knew she meant what she said.

He gradually loosened his grip.

Qiao Xi tore open his suit jacket, revealing the shirt underneath stained with blood.

His abdomen and shoulder both had knife wounds.

There was even a gunshot wound on his right leg.

And some hideous bruises and swelling, clearly from intense fighting.

Qiao Xi closed her eyes, her throat felt like it was blocked by a wad of cotton, achingly bitter: "The conditions here aren’t good; I can only try my best to stop your bleeding."

She didn’t ask why it came to this.

But she knew that the Zhong family stood at the pinnacle of power, and would also become living targets for all those looking up.

She tore open his shirt; there wasn’t even gauze or alcohol.

There was only a set of long needles.

Qiao Xi calmly inserted a long needle into the Kongzui acupoint on his arm.

Then she took another long needle and pierced his abdomen.

Traditional Chinese acupuncture has always had miraculous effects on stopping bleeding.

She was calm while applying the needles, yet tears fell onto his wrist.

Zhong Yi tightly pressed his lips together, gazing at her exquisite and radiant face.

Tonight, she should have been attending the banquet at Tianyuan Group’s branch, amidst the gathering of celebrities. She should’ve been under the dazzling lights alongside Huo Xingzhou, not stuck with him in this dark and dangerous corner.

Determined not to let her get involved in this dispute.

Yet he hadn’t expected her cleverness, she had long guessed his identity but kept silent.

Unclear how much torment she had endured internally.

The one most hurt by his "fake death" was her.

But today, seeing her rushing over regardless of anything.

A faint trace of delight surged within him.

See, she always reserved a spot for him in her heart.

"Xixi."

He softly called out.

"Shut up."

Qiao Xi huskily reprimanded.

Zhong Yi knew she was angry, yet the corners of his lips unconsciously curved: "I’ve sent Wan Jiang to find a boat. The dock has tens of thousands of vessels, including cruise ships and cargo ships, as well as some private boats. Zhong Lingxiao couldn’t possibly buy out all of the dock’s boats, the land route’s a no-go. We can set sail, circle Thirteen Bay, and return to the Imperial Capital District from another side."

He’s not at the end of his rope.

A clever rabbit has multiple burrows.

Tonight indeed fell into the Pei family’s and Zhong Lingxiao’s trap, couldn’t have expected Zhong Lingxiao to have some brains.

Nor expected the seemingly neutral Pei Family secretly aiding Zhong Lingxiao’s ascent.

But he still had a way out.

Qiao Xi fixed her gaze on him: "If I hadn’t come, how would you have made it through the night, bleeding all over until you circled back from Thirteen Bay?"

Surely doomed!

Zhong Yi looked at her, yet his lips curved into a smile.

It was true.

Yet, he would rather die than drag her into this quagmire.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have left Moon Village back then, leading to missing out on so many years between them.

Perhaps... if he hadn’t left, she would be marrying him now.

He wouldn’t be the Imperial Capital’s Young Master Zhong, and she wouldn’t be Young Madam Huo, nor a disciple of the National Doctor.

Life is unpredictable.

Just a mere thought can cause monumental changes in one’s life.

"How can you still smile?" Qiao Xi glanced at him, suppressing her voice to speak.

"Seeing you, I’m glad. Even if I were to die, there’d be no regrets."

When Qiao Xi looked at him again, her eyes contained a piercing warning.

"Dying comes easy for you, but it leaves those alive in painful torment."

If Zhong Yi truly died tonight, Qiao Xi would be haunted by that agony for a lifetime.

Having confronted his death once, experiencing it again, she would spend the rest of her life in distress and despair.

Ayi’s death is her heart’s knot.

A nightmare ridden heart’s knot.

"A scourge lives for a thousand years; I won’t die so easily. Besides..." Zhong Yi looked deeply at her.

Besides, Underworld holds no Qiao Xi.

Qiao Xi looked down at his wounds, saying, "Rest well and don’t move, the bleeding has stopped. The needles, I can’t pull out."

If removed, the wounds would start bleeding again.

"I’ll listen to you."

Zhong Yi leaned against the shelf, his face like joss paper.

Anyone who saw him would know he’s nearly at his limit.

He was hanging on purely due to sheer determination, still having the energy to joke with Qiao Xi.

Qiao Xi knew he always liked pretending to be indifferent, and didn’t pay him any attention. She only knitted her brows and listened intently to the sounds outside, the constant footsteps coming and going.

Even someone entered to check, her heart pounding like thunder, afraid of being discovered.

But soon, they left.

Before she could relax, more footsteps approached.

She picked up a long needle, hiding behind the shelf. If the person who came was unfamiliar, she would use the Flying Needle Technique to pierce into their acupoints.

The atmosphere was tense.

She had forgotten just how cold December weather could be, only feeling her entire body frozen like ice.

"Young Master Zhong."

"Young Master Zhong."

Wan Jiang whispered, calling softly with a breathy voice.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Qiao Xi’s body relaxed by half.

Wan Jiang maneuvered around the shelves to reach them, and upon seeing Qiao Xi, was immediately moved to tears.

"Miss Qiao, thank goodness! I never thought you would actually come, I... I’ve contacted a cruise ship, we can leave immediately. Luckily, the Young Master didn’t completely block all routes tonight."

Wan Jiang was also in a sorry state, covered in wounds of all sizes.

"Then help him up, be careful not to touch the needles. I’ll call Old Chen and we’ll go together."

Her white gown stained with Zhong Yi’s blood; if she runs out now, those with ill intentions would surely notice.

She could only leave from the sea with Zhong Yi.

The future was unknown.

She clenched her palm, feeling somewhat cold.

The dock in the depths of winter was even more chilling, each gust of wind seemed to pierce into her bones. She shivered all over, afraid to make any sound.

Qiao Xi caught sight of Zhong Yi’s pallid face in the darkness, knowing he was already at his limit.

She softly comforted him with a couple of words, yet the man still strained a smile at her.

Old Chen escorted them along the side of Warehouse No. 0782 onto a lifeboat, then navigated a few dozen meters to board the cruise ship.

Throughout the journey, Qiao Xi breathed as quietly as possible.

She knew those people were after Zhong Yi’s life.

They... might take hers as well.

Currently.

Suddenly some commotion arose at the dock, attracting quite a few people.

Old Chen whispered urgently: "Young Madam, go quickly while there’s still chaos!"

"Set sail!"

At nightfall, a cruise ship departing wouldn’t normally be significant. But leaving the dock under such circumstances made things very clear!

Someone shouted aloud.

"They’re on that cruise ship, take the speedboats to chase them!"