Mr. Huo, I Was Very Scared That Day

It was a signed "Share Transfer Agreement".

Qiao Xi took out the agreement and flipped through it. The 30% shares were entirely given to Ho Xingzhou, and the signature field already bore Ho Wei Guo's name. All that was needed was for Ho Xingzhou to sign in the blank space, and it would take effect.

She pressed her lips together and glanced at the old man.

Ho Wei Guo spoke in a deep voice, "Earlier at the hospital, you said that when your fingers heal, you would come to negotiate with me. After thinking it over, the only thing I can offer is this 30% share."

Qiao Xi lowered her eyes, her left hand tightly gripping the agreement.

"You guessed correctly, this is exactly what I want." She wished to help Ho Xingzhou.

She hadn't expected Ho Wei Guo to see through everything so clearly.

Ho Wei Guo's gaze fell on her fingers. "The Cheng family's acupuncture technique, truly living up to its reputation."

She had been seriously injured before, both hands wrapped in bandages, but now her left hand had almost healed.

Qiao Xi replied calmly, "My right hand's joints were shattered, and my left hand wasn't seriously injured."

Grandfather Cheng had treated her with blood circulation and anti-swelling acupuncture. Her left hand was still unsteady with needles, and her right hand couldn't curl properly.

Ho Wei Guo's chronic ailment would only be treatable once her right hand fully healed.

"I'm glad you agree. The agreement is my way of paying in advance," he said.

"Mm."

Qiao Xi placed the agreement into her bag, then walked up to him and said, "I can take your pulse and offer medication to help, so it won't be so unbearable every day."

"Good! Good!" Ho Wei Guo extended his hand, his old eyes filled with tears.

Qiao Xi gently placed her left hand on his wrist and focused on taking his pulse, her demeanor becoming more like Cheng Han's, calm and precise.

"Please make sure to write down the prescription," she reminded.

Ho Wei Guo quickly took out paper and a pen, attentively recording each herb she named.

Once he finished, Qiao Xi said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."

"Wait. Please tell Xingzhou to give me a chance to make amends. I was too harsh with him in the past…"

"You should say this directly to him," Qiao Xi replied, before turning and leaving the room.

The butler, Ah Zhong, and Ho Jiancheng were waiting in the hallway, both looking eager.

"Miss Qiao, how did it go?"

"It's fine, the medicine had poison in it."

Ho Jiancheng's face turned pale with shock. "How could Beiting do such a thing? How heartbroken must my father be? I…" He hesitated, clearly conflicted.

Qiao Xi kindly said, "You stay here, I'll take a taxi home."

The butler, Ah Zhong, quickly said, "No, I'll have the driver take you."

Qiao Xi shook her head, politely refusing, "I'm fine on my own. You both should take care of things here."

Such a big incident at the old house would surely cause chaos for some time.

She didn't want to add to it.

"Then be careful on the way, Qiao Xi," Ho Jiancheng said apologetically. "Thank you for today."

"Of course, we're family. You don't need to be so polite."

She was here for the second branch's sake.

They had treated her well, so she was repaying them.

Qiao Xi strolled out of the Ho family's old house. The streetlights were dim, and the moon was bright but sparsely dotted with stars.

Just as she was about to exit the gate, she saw a car with its hazard lights flashing. The window was slightly rolled down, revealing a face that was strikingly noble and pale.

His eyes were clear, and the moonlight traced the contours of his hair.

"Mr. Ho."

Qiao Xi softly called out, feeling sweetness spread in her heart.

"Get in."

"Mm!"

She opened the passenger door and sat down.

"Mr. Ho, why are you here?" Qiao Xi asked with a cheerful tone.

"To pick you up."

He had returned to the small villa and, after hearing Aunt Qian's description, immediately understood why Ho Jiancheng had brought her here.

Qiao Xi tilted her head and said, "You must have guessed that something would happen at the old house, right?"

"It was expected. Ho Beiting lost his composure, and a cornered dog will jump over a wall."

Ho Xingzhou stepped on the accelerator and turned the car toward home.

Qiao Xi bit her lip, the words swirling on her tongue. After a few moments, she spoke, "Mr. Ho, I've prepared a gift for you."

The man glanced at her, then pressed the brake, pulling the car over to the side.

"A gift?"

He had a feeling of what it might be, but still followed her lead and asked.

Qiao Xi took the Share Transfer Agreement from her bag and handed it to him.

With her almond eyes curved into a smile, she softly said, "As you wished."

The signature field of the agreement was still blank. Once Ho Xingzhou signed his name, the 30% shares would be his.

"This gift is a bit precious," Ho Xingzhou said, his gaze lingering on her.

Did she know what this meant?

"Mr. Ho, I know you want to merge Tianyuan and Ho. This 30% stake is the key to controlling the Ho family. I hope to fulfill your wish."

He should stand at the peak of the business world.

"Qiao Xi, are you feeling wronged?" he asked.

The old man from the Ho family had once treated her poorly, looked down on her status, and humiliated her in every way. Ho Beiting had schemed against her and almost caused her death at Zhuo Feng's hands.

"No, I'm not wronged."

Qiao Xi understood his meaning. She shook her head and said, "I made a deal with him, not out of obligation."

He gave shares, and she gave her medical skills.

It was an equal exchange.

Ho Xingzhou reached out and gently rubbed her soft hair.

"Little doctor, are you here to claim your reward? If I could grant you one wish right now, what would it be?"

He had said this to her once, the day she had gotten drunk.

But unfortunately, she didn't remember.

"I want Grandma to live to be a hundred years old," she said, looking at him without blinking.

It was a difficult wish. Grandma's health had already been severely compromised, shortening her lifespan.

"Anything else?" Ho Xingzhou asked.

Qiao Xi thought for a moment and said, "I hope that once my hands fully heal, I can return to the hospital and work. I want to save money and, in my lifetime, open a clinic."

Ho Xingzhou lowered his eyes, his large hand enveloping her wrist. "Is your right hand still hurting?"

"Mm." Qiao Xi remained optimistic and showed him her left hand. "But my left hand is almost healed."

Her left hand only had scabs that hadn't fully healed, but the swelling had disappeared, and the skin was fair and smooth.

Ho Xingzhou leaned down and kissed her left hand's ring finger.

The warm touch startled Qiao Xi, and a wave of mixed emotions flooded her heart. She suddenly wrapped her arms around Ho Xingzhou, her cheek against his neck.

"Mr. Ho, actually, the day I was kidnapped, I was very scared. In that moment, I was so glad that my emergency contact was you."

She had no one else she could trust in Haicheng.

The first person she thought of was him.

"Little doctor, you're well-prepared," he said in a low voice, with a hint of admiration.

Qiao Xi smiled and hugged him even tighter, her affection flowing warmly.

On the other side.

Su Weiwei had heard internal news from the Ho family and went frantic trying to confirm it with Ho Beiting.

She called, but his phone was off.

She searched through all of Ho Beiting's friends, finally getting an address.