Chapter 95: Chapter 95 I Don’t Want to Go Home Tonight
“Xu Xingluo!”
“Xingluo!”
“I saw on the news that you were coming back; I didn’t expect you to be on tonight’s flight. You’ve been gone for several months, such a heartless little thing.”
Qiao Xi watched as those men, who had seemed indifferent before, all stood up to greet Xu Xingluo at the door. A flash of amazement crossed her eyes — so this was Xu Xingluo.
Even more beautiful and charismatic than she appeared on the big screen, she was a sight to behold just standing there.
Like a white swan on a nocturnal lake.
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Pristinely elegant yet captivatingly charming.
Everyone flocked around her, asking all sorts of questions.
She seemed destined to be doted on and adored by everyone, clearly a girl raised in an affluent environment, unreasonably perfect.
“Brother Jing!”
“Brother Zhou Yu!”
Xu Xingluo politely greeted each one in turn.
At last, her gaze rested on Huo Xingzhou and Qiao Xi.
“Brother Xingzhou.”
Her voice was gentle and infinitely enchanting as she called out.
Those two words seemed to twirl around on the tip of her tongue, gaining a hint of fragrance in the process.
“This must be your lucky bride, right?” Xu Xingluo’s lustrous, peach blossom eyes looked at Qiao Xi as if puzzled, “And quite pretty at that.”
She was the first to extend her hand in a friendly gesture, “Hello, I’m Xu Xingluo.”
She was brimming with confidence.
Qiao Xi’s gaze drifted away from her white French dress and a faint smile bloomed on her lips, “I’m Qiao Xi.”
The atmosphere suddenly turned a bit awkward.
Zhou Yu’s expression soured as he glared at Xiang Huai.
What was the point of inviting Xu Xingluo over at a time like this if not to purposely annoy Huo Xingzhou?
Xiang Huai raised his eyebrows, his face full of provocation.
Huo Xingzhou looked uninterested, his deep eyes still as cold as the snow atop a lofty peak. His hand remained wrapped around Qiao Xi’s wrist, his fingertips gently caressing it, causing Qiao Xi to feel a slight tickle.
Xu Xingluo’s face maintained its smile, as if she hadn’t noticed this scene at all.
She sat on the couch, chatting and warming relations with everyone else.
Meanwhile, Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou were in a world of their own, their bubble seemingly impenetrable by anyone else.
Huo Xingzhou listlessly fed Qiao Xi fruit from the platter, leaning back leisurely.
“Mr. Huo, I… can’t eat anymore.”
Qiao Xi reminded him softly.
The music inside the private room was quite loud, so if she wanted to speak with Huo Xingzhou, she had to lean in closer, which made the atmosphere even more intimate.
“Then you feed me,” said Huo Xingzhou, handing her the silver fork he was holding.
Qiao Xi, having forgotten the momentary discomfort, asked with an upturned corner of her mouth, “Which fruit do you want?”
“Any will do,” Huo Xingzhou replied indifferently.
Qiao Xi speared a piece of cantaloupe and brought it to his lips.
His gaze, sticky like spun sugar, lingered on her as he said, “I don’t want to eat anymore either, let’s go home.”
“Okay.”
Seeing that he wanted to leave, Qiao Xi had no reason to refuse.
Huo Xingzhou stood up, pulling her along, everyone in the private room watched them.
“It’s gotten too late; we’re heading back now,” Huo Xingzhou said in a deep voice.
Qiao Xi stood by his side, not saying a word, fully endorsing his actions.
“Leaving so soon? It’s only nine o’clock.”
“Married men are indeed different.”
The others just teased, while only Xiang Huai spoke in a tone tinged with mockery, “Why the rush to leave? Aren’t you giving me face?”
Xu Xingluo frowned, her eyes brimming with tears, “Brother Xingzhou, is it because I came?”
Her eyes were like those that could speak, eliciting sympathy with a glance.
“It’s none of your business.”
Huo Xingzhou’s indifference was extreme as he pulled Qiao Xi and quickly left the club.
Qiao Xi felt his mood had become even colder. Was it because he had seen the Xu family?
Jiaojiao had said that the Huo family and the Xu family held a grudge, and they despised each other.
The footsteps behind them were getting closer, and Qiao Xi looked back to see Zhou Yu running out.
“Huo Er, Qiao Xi. I really didn’t know that Xiang Huai would bring Xu Xingluo here,” Zhou Yu hurriedly explained, “He just said it was a gathering of brothers. I thought it had been so long since we’d gotten together, so I called you out to have some fun.”
“Are you okay?” he asked with concern.
Huo Xingzhou’s eyes were filled with a cold light as he said, “I’m fine. Don’t organize such boring events next time.”
“I promise it won’t happen again,” Zhou Yu was almost swearing.
After saying this,
Huo Xingzhou left.
Zhou Yu sighed. What in the world was all this?
He slowly walked back, with the private room door ajar.
Everyone else had left, except for Xu Xingluo and Xiang Huai. Xu Xingluo was sobbing, clutching her glass and downing drink after drink.
“Xiang Huai, he hasn’t forgiven me!”
Tears rolled down Xu Xingluo’s cheeks, the most beautiful white swan in the ballet world lived up to her reputation.
Xiang Huai held a tissue and gently wiped the tears from her face, his voice full of pity, “It’s okay, there’s still time.”
Xu Xingluo sobbed, shaking her head, “I don’t like the way he looks at me, he must hate me a lot. But I had my difficulties back then, it wasn’t deliberate…”
“Xingluo, he’s already married.”
“No!”
Xu Xingluo retorted agitatedly, “That Qiao Xi is a country bumpkin, a bride for lucky fortune. They have no emotional foundation, while I’m his childhood sweetheart! Didn’t you all think we would end up together? ”
Seeing her emotionally unstable, Xiang Huai could do nothing but nod in agreement.
Xu Xingluo cried even harder, her peachy eyes red and swollen, as she coughed while clutching her chest.
“Should I have died in that car accident? If I had died, I wouldn’t be suffering like this. Brother Xingzhou wouldn’t hate me so much…”
Xiang Huai quickly countered, “You can’t say that. It was his own choice.”
He gently patted her back, “Stop drinking, I’ll take you home later.”
“I don’t want to go home tonight.”
She was crying so hard that she could hardly catch her breath.
Outside the room.
Zhou Yu gently closed the door of the private room.
What a cursed fate.
Was Xu Xingluo still delusional?
Zhou Yu stood for a while, then finally took out his phone and sent Huo Sijiao a text message: Xu Xingluo has come back!
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The night was dim.
The Rolls-Royce drove quietly.
The headlights were dim.
Qiao Xi watched Huo Xingzhou, wanting to say something but hesitating. Seeing Xu Xingluo had made her think a lot.
She came back from abroad.
She and Mr. Huo might have more than an ordinary relationship.
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Then the birthday gift that Aunt Qian lost, could it have been sent by Xu Xingluo?
And the overseas calls that Mr. Huo always received, were they also from her?
Thinking of this, Qiao Xi felt stifled, a heavy feeling in her chest.
“What are you thinking about?” Huo Xingzhou turned his head, his handsome face looking at her, his eyes deep.
Qiao Xi shook her head.
“Say whatever you want to say.”
After hearing his words, Qiao Xi bit her lip and asked, “Really? Can I?”
“Yes, say it.”
“Mr. Huo, that Miss Xu and you…” her cheeks flushed, seemingly embarrassed.