Men are driven by lust and desire!

Huo Xingzhou furrowed his brows and looked at him, his gaze growing colder.

"Get lost."

Zhou Yu had a lecherous look on his face. "Don't be shy. Tell me, has Cheng Han cured your infertility?"

"No," Huo Xingzhou replied impatiently.

Zhou Yu deflated like a punctured balloon. "Such a pity. I can't even find anyone to share all these good things with. Don't lose heart, Huo Er. You'll definitely get better!"

He sympathetically patted Huo Xingzhou's shoulder.

"What good things do you have?" Huo Xingzhou asked with a calm tone, studying him.

"Lots of good things," Zhou Yu replied, raising an eyebrow proudly. "Things you can't even imagine."

He had everything, from the most common to the rarest items, including a storage room at home just for these treasures—one that even the housekeeper wasn't allowed to enter.

"Vulgar," Huo Xingzhou muttered.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu looked displeased and retorted, "Men are driven by lust and desire! If you haven't experienced the ultimate pleasure, don't insult my interests. You have no idea what it's like when souls intertwine, or what it feels like in the misty clouds of Wushan!"

Huo Xingzhou gave him a cold glance.

Zhou Yu grabbed his hand and said, "Don't believe me? You'll come to me for help one day!"

"That day will never come."

"You just keep being stubborn. When Qiao Xi gets tired of you, you'll know who to ask for help."

Zhou Yu quickly regained his composure and said, "Tomorrow, I'll have your and Qiao Xi's outfits delivered. The old master's birthday banquet starts at six, and as the founder of Tianyuan Group, you should show up."

He had already leaked the news that the founder of Tianyuan Group had arrived in Haicheng!

"Huo Xingzhou, tomorrow, avenge your grievances and slap them in the face! I'll be waiting to see you ruin their reputations!"

Huo Xingzhou glanced at him and replied, "As you wish."

Zhou Yu stared at him for a moment before leaving with a smile.

Soon, the sound of an engine was heard outside the villa.

The car sped off.

Huo Xingzhou reached for the specially made black and gold invitation and placed it on the table, his expression indifferent.

No one had expected him to have a trump card.

Qiao Xi came downstairs and saw this scene.

"Huo sir," she called, "Jiao Jiao is asleep. I've checked, and she hasn't suffered any other injuries. But she's mentally shaken, probably just scared."

Huo Sijiao was two years older than Qiao Xi, straightforward and lively. She had been pampered her whole life and hadn't faced serious trouble.

Being scared by this incident was completely normal.

Huo Xingzhou placed the invitation aside and looked at Qiao Xi, asking, "And you? Were you scared?"

Qiao Xi shook her head.

"I'm not afraid. When I was little, I used to go deep into the mountains to gather herbs with Grandpa Cheng. I'm not scared." She sat down on the sofa next to him and poured him a glass of warm water.

Her delicate fingers held the warm cup, and she smiled as she looked at him.

"Huo sir, drink more water."

Huo Xingzhou took the cup and looked at her. "Qiao Xi, tomorrow is the old master's 70th birthday. I'll go."

"I'll go with you," Qiao Xi replied, picking up on his words.

Although she didn't know exactly what Huo Xingzhou had done or what his status was, she wasn't stupid. Having stayed by his side for so long, she had some guesses.

Huo Xingzhou gazed at her, a faint, dark light flashing in his eyes, as if his cold heart had been soothed.

"Alright, you'll come with me."

His gaze suddenly fixed on something, and he stood up, walking toward her.

With a puzzled look in her eyes, Qiao Xi watched as he reached out and lightly tugged at the hem of her dress, pulling out a corner of fabric.

"Your dress is showing," he said calmly, his voice controlled.

Qiao Xi looked down and quickly pulled her dress down to cover her knees, whispering, "Hurry up and sit back in your wheelchair. Aunt Qian might see."

The lingering warmth on her thigh made her feel a bit shy, instinctively pressing her legs together.

Feeling the awkward atmosphere, Qiao Xi quickly changed the subject, "Huo sir, your leg can only stand for short periods right now. You need to rest more. I've prepared a rehabilitation plan for you."

She believed that once his rehabilitation was complete, he'd return to normal.

"Trust you," Huo Xingzhou replied slowly.

He sat back in the wheelchair, his expression clear, but his right hand unconsciously traced the armrest.

"Then rest early. Jiao Jiao might be scared tonight. I'll stay with her."

"Mm."

Huo Xingzhou watched as she quickly ran upstairs.

The Next Day:

Zhou Yu sent over the outfits, jewelry, and a whole team for styling and makeup first thing in the morning.

Huo Sijiao rubbed her bleary eyes and looked at the luxury gift boxes in the living room, feeling confused.

She turned to look at Huo Xingzhou and Qiao Xi, asking, "Brother, Sister-in-law, you said you're going to the old master's 70th birthday? Did I hear that right?"

She suspected she was still drunk and hadn't fully woken up.

"Yes."

Huo Xingzhou responded indifferently.

Huo Sijiao stepped forward and touched his forehead, saying, "No fever! Why are you talking nonsense this early? You can't really mean it, right?"

"Are you going?" Huo Xingzhou asked.

Huo Sijiao quickly shook her head, but then hesitated.

She instinctively didn't want to go, but she was worried about her brother and sister-in-law being bullied—one was in a wheelchair, and the other seemed too fragile to fight back.

"Brother, do you regret severing ties with the Huo family? If you really regret it, don't try to make amends in this kind of situation. Do you know how many people will be at tonight's banquet?"

All the influential figures in Haicheng's high society would be there!

Huo Sijiao spoke earnestly, "Huo Beiting will definitely humiliate you. You hit his lackey yesterday; how could he let that slide?"

In her opinion, it was like walking straight into a lion's den.

"Am I going to make amends?" Huo Xingzhou corrected her.

"Then you're going to wreck the party? Even worse! There will be so many professional bodyguards, and how could Old Chen handle so many trained fighters?"

Qiao Xi grabbed her and said, "Jiao Jiao, don't worry. If you're scared, you can stay home."

"Sister-in-law, you don't understand the gravity of the situation."

She was really anxious. Her parents were out traveling, and she had no one to talk to.

"Do you want to go?" Huo Xingzhou asked calmly.

Seeing they wouldn't change their minds, Huo Sijiao gritted her teeth and said, "I won't go!"

She was about to call her parents, who were traveling, asking them to come back and handle things.

At 6 PM:

Haicheng's only seven-star hotel was booked exclusively for the Huo family's patriarch's 70th birthday!

The Yunding Hotel was located in the heart of Haicheng, constructed with 90,000 tons of steel, floating in mid-air.

As night fell, the city's neon lights illuminated, and it looked like a sky palace—beautiful and luxurious beyond words.