Mrs. Huo Pretends to be Weak Every Day

Chapter 314 - 314: Heartache for Huo Xiting



Chapter 314 - 314: Heartache for Huo Xiting

Chapter 314 - 314: Heartache for Huo Xiting

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation      Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

At this point, Ye Beisheng got angry. “Do you know how arrogant Xie Qi was last night?! He is just an adopted son of the Xie family and they brought him to Huo Shiting to show off. To show off that she had a good relationship with her husband? Didn’t she know who’s wife she’s supposed to be?”

Ye Beisheng’s heart ached. “Xie Qi knows everything. She even brought Xie Lan to Huo Shiting. Tell me…”

“Ahem…. Xiao Wu!”

Of course, Qin Zhou knew about the complicated past grievances of the Huo family, the Xie family, Mrs. Huo, and Miss Xie.

It was also because of his grandfather’s notes and the information that Huo Xiting appeared on the mountain that he deduced that he had a close relationship with Miss Xie.

He naturally understood Xiao Wu’s anger.

But…

He couldn’t help but ask, “Well, didn’t Huo Xiting tell you?”

“Tell what?” Ye Beisheng asked.

Qin Zhou was silent.

Did this man forget to say it, or was he pretending to be pitiful?

The relationship between the Lu family and Xie Qi was about to collapse because of him. Back then, Xie Qi had married into the Lu family on behalf of Miss Xie. Other than CEO Lu himself, everyone else disliked her.

Now that so many years had passed, even CEO Lu had fallen in love with young and beautiful girls and was tired of Xie Qi. Now, Xie Qi was living a life worse than death in the Lu family. All she could see was the glamorous surface.

Everything that happened to the Lu family and Xie Qi seemed to have nothing to do with Huo Xiting.

But, was this true?

Qin Zhou coughed lightly and reminded him tactfully, “Xie Qi’s car accident yesterday was caused by your husband.”

Qin Zhou thought to himself, ‘Xiao Wu, you should understand now, right??

Your husband is not some weak little white flower. He’s a wolf. He can turn the Lu family and Xie family upside down without showing his face. You don’t have to feel sorry for him.’

“I know!” Ye Beishenf said confidently. “What does this have to do with me feeling sorry for him? If he hadn’t been forced into a corner, why would he target Xie Qi? It was all because Xie Qi and the others had gone too far!”

Qin Zhou was speechless.

When did his Xiao Wu become so double-standard?

Ye Beisheng heard the voice outside the door and hung up the phone. “Huo Xiting!”

The man looked up slightly.

“Didn’t you say that Xie Qi is a dead person today?” Ye Beisheng asked.

“I didn’t expect someone to save her.” Huo Xiting said calmly.

He didn’t really care about this accident. “Go on, I’ll send you to school.”

Ye Beisheng grabbed his hand, her eyes filled with heartache. “Don’t say nothing. If you do this, I’ll be very worried.”

Huo Xiting stopped in his tracks, and an indescribable feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

Ye Beisheng was very serious. “In the past, whenever I was unhappy, I would complain to you on the internet. After that, I felt much better. Huo Xiting, if there’s anything bothering you, you should tell me.”

“I didn’t…” He subconsciously tried to cover himself up, but when he met Ye

Beisheng’s distressed eyes, he could not say ‘I’m fine’ anymore.

Huo Xiting looked away. “I was sad when I first found out the truth.”

Ye Beisheng’s heart tightened.

The man paused for a moment and said in a mocking tone, “After I became powerful, I realized that there are some things that I don’t have to take to heart. The Xie family is dispensable to me.”

“A hundred-year-old aristocratic family that is about to collapse. Everyone is working hard for the last hope of the Xie family. However, in my opinion, these actions are like ants moving their house. I can crush them to death with a stomp.”

Huo Xiting never liked to let others see his fragile side.

But the person in front of him was Ye Beisheng.

Then, he closed his eyes..


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