What is "Mrs. Le"?

Qiao Xi hurriedly pushed Huo Xingzhou away, but the man deliberately went against her, pulling her into an embrace and kissing her.

"Huo... Someone's coming."

"I know."

He kissed her thoroughly, leaving her heart racing.

It wasn't until the footsteps of the person approaching the entrance that he finally released her.

"Wow! I really picked the wrong time to arrive!" Sun Weimeng, holding a large delivery box, observed the scene with amusement.

His face was flushed, and his clothes were disheveled. His lips were red and swollen, clearly indicating something wasn't quite right.

"Huo Xingzhou, you're getting pretty bold these days, huh?" Sun Weimeng casually sat down on the sofa, pouring himself a glass of warm water.

With a sympathetic tone, he said, "I understand how you feel. Sometimes when a man's... well, not working, he needs a little thrill. The more exciting, the better. I recommend you try the office's floor-to-ceiling windows next time. Most of them are one-way glass—you can see outside, but no one can see you."

He spoke as if an expert in such matters.

Qiao Xi, utterly embarrassed, wished she could bury herself in a hole. "Sun Shao, what exactly are you here for?"

She stood up to fix her clothes and then pretended to struggle as she helped Huo Xingzhou into his wheelchair. To her surprise, Sun Weimeng didn't even notice that Huo Xingzhou could already walk again.

He drank his water in large gulps, set the cup down, and then casually continued, "I just came to check on you two. I saw the delivery box at the door, so I brought it in."

Sun Weimeng paused and suddenly pointed at the delivery box. His finger tapped the blue letters on the front of the box: "Mrs. Le," with the sender listed as Zhou Yu.

"What is 'Mrs. Le'? A seasoning?" he asked.

Qiao Xi felt even more mortified.

Sun Weimeng was incredibly curious and wouldn't stop until he got an answer. He turned the box around to face them, poking it with his finger while inspecting the label.

"Why is Zhou Yu sending so many seasonings to your family?"

"Sun Shao, just put that aside. It's not important," Qiao Xi said, her embarrassment overwhelming her.

Sun Weimeng shook his head, "Zhou Yu is someone with taste. I want to see what he actually sent."

He grabbed the fruit knife from the coffee table and cut open the package. Qiao Xi tried to stop him, but Huo Xingzhou grabbed her hand to keep her still.

Inside the box were dozens of small boxes, stacked neatly. There must have been over a hundred.

The boxes were covered with crude advertising slogans, both front and back.

"Tsk," Sun Weimeng quickly closed the box. "Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt."

So many... how long would it take to use all of these?

His gaze shifted down to Huo Xingzhou's legs. Was Huo Xingzhou planning on using all these tiny items to blow bubbles?

Sure enough, when a man's capabilities in that area are limited, things can get... peculiar.

"What are you looking at?" Huo Xingzhou asked coolly, his eyes filled with coldness.

"Second Master Huo, I think it's important to accept reality. Don't set your standards too high—it's all about balance," Sun Weimeng said subtly.

Not being able to have children is truly painful.

"These are for you," Huo Xingzhou said nonchalantly.

Sun Weimeng hesitated and asked, "Really? You have such high expectations of me?"

"Mm."

"Good brother!" Sun Weimeng grinned, accepting the box of "Mrs. Le" without hesitation.

"I'll take it after the acupuncture. After our confidentiality agreement expires, I'll use it up quickly."

Sun Weimeng was already calculating in his head: one box has ten items, and with a hundred boxes, that's a thousand. At twenty-five years old, according to expert advice, he should...

"Sun Shao, come with me. Let's go upstairs for acupuncture."

Qiao Xi interrupted, eager to change the topic.

"Alright."

The acupuncture session was set up in a guest room on the second floor, fully equipped with everything needed.

The three of them took the indoor elevator up.

Sun Weimeng was very attentive, pushing Huo Xingzhou's wheelchair.

Once inside, Sun Weimeng casually stripped down to his boxer shorts, laying on the treatment bed, ready for the session.

"Come on, fairy, give me a good acupuncture session," he said, revealing his fair skin, looking like someone who had never experienced hardship.

Huo Xingzhou glanced at him coldly, grabbed a bath towel, and tossed it over him, saying, "Qiao Xi, I'll do it."

"Are you trying to kill me?" Sun Weimeng yelped.

Qiao Xi smiled, her eyes narrowing playfully.

"Let me handle this."

She opened her medical kit, took out a set of golden needles, and after disinfecting them, quickly located the acupoints on Sun Weimeng's back before expertly inserting them.

Huo Xingzhou's gaze was sharp, his cold eyes fixed on Sun Weimeng's back.

Sun Weimeng felt a chill run through him.

Qiao Xi gently patted his shoulders and neck, saying, "Relax."

"Mm-hmm."

Sun Weimeng obediently lay there, already daydreaming about his future.

He calculated again, "That box of 'Mrs. Le' should last me eight years, one month, and ten days."

Qiao Xi was puzzled. How could he be so precise with such a calculation?

Huo Xingzhou snorted.

He was about to say something when his phone vibrated.

When he saw the number, he immediately hung up and turned the phone off.

The room fell silent.

A moment later, Aunt Qian knocked on the door. "Young Master, there's an international call."

"Hang up."

Huo Xingzhou spoke in a low voice.

"I've hung up several times," Aunt Qian said helplessly. "But the call keeps coming. She's upset, and I'm worried something might be wrong..."

"Understood."

Huo Xingzhou's expression darkened as he maneuvered his wheelchair out of the room.

Qiao Xi was curious. He had been receiving strange calls recently.

"Hey," Sun Weimeng called out, catching her attention. "You've been married to Huo Xingzhou for so long, have you never... you know, if he's not working, it must be tough on you."

Qiao Xi felt embarrassed.

"Don't be shy. A good married life strengthens the relationship, especially for couples like you, who don't have a foundation of affection," Sun Weimeng said, offering a dubious suggestion. "You could always try Zhou Yu. I've heard he has a lot of good stuff. Sometimes it's not about needing Huo Xingzhou... you know what I mean."

She didn't want to know!

Qiao Xi took the needle and pierced it into his mute door acupoint.

"Stay still, don't talk."

Sun Weimeng opened his mouth to respond but was silenced.

He was just worried that Qiao Xi might end up getting hurt.

Huo Xingzhou had risen to power so quickly—there would definitely be no shortage of scheming women around him.

...

At Haicheng Hospital, Huo Beiting, holding takeout from a restaurant, walked reluctantly down the corridor. His eyes were dark with frustration.

The old man refused to give him the shares, offering only the title of vice president, which was essentially meaningless. The people in the company didn't respect him.

Even Su Weiwei was being difficult. Fortunately, she was pregnant, and it would be hard for her to find another suitor.

As for the old man, he hoped he would see the truth soon—the big house was the most filial.

Huo Beiting reached room 2108 and noticed the door was half open.

He heard familiar voices inside, and his expression shifted in surprise.

Peering through the crack in the door, he saw...

He stayed outside, eavesdropping on what they were saying.