Lipstick, Looks Like It’s Good for Kissing

As the phone rang, Qiao Xi casually glanced over and saw that it was Zhou Yu's call.

Huo Xingzhou picked up the phone, his tone indifferent as he asked, "Is there something?"

"Come out for a gathering!"

On the other side of the call, it was noisy, with voices and music clearly audible.

"No time," Huo Xingzhou declined decisively.

Qiao Xi couldn't help but glance at him again, hearing Zhou Yu praised as his good brother.

"Don't be like that! I'm telling you, Xiang Huai and the others have returned to Haicheng. They've specifically arranged a gathering and want to see you. Since the accident, you haven't met with those people." Zhou Yu explained.

He also hoped that Huo Xingzhou would expand his social circle and reconnect with his past life.

Zhou Yu continued, "Are you planning to keep hiding Qiao Xi? We know you got married, and your wife is a disciple of a national doctor. You should introduce her to people. You don't want to offend your own people by accident later on."

What he said made sense.

Qiao Xi was following Huo Xingzhou, overhearing most of the conversation.

Huo Xingzhou turned to her and asked, "Do you want to go?"

Qiao Xi licked her lips. "Zhou Shao said you haven't seen them in a long time. So... let's go?"

She also wanted to know what his world was like.

Before she appeared, was he carefree and dashing, riding high on the wind?

She wanted to know what kind of person the once-celebrated second young master of the Huo family really was and what his friends thought of him.

"Okay."

After receiving her consent, Huo Xingzhou spoke into the phone, "Send me the address. And make sure it's not so chaotic."

Zhou Yu laughed. "Got it, we won't be so unrestrained. The first time we meet your little wife, it'll definitely be clean and proper."

Huo Xingzhou hung up the phone.

Qiao Xi looked at him, hesitating, and asked, "Should I change clothes?"

Would wearing casual clothes be disrespectful when meeting his friends?

"If you want to change, I'll wait for you."

Huo Xingzhou didn't interfere and let her make her own decision.

Qiao Xi smiled and said, "Then I'll go upstairs and change."

She skipped upstairs with light steps.

Only Huo Xingzhou and Aunt Qian remained in the living room.

Aunt Qian sighed, "These dishes are going to waste again, I don't know who to make them for."

"You can eat them yourself."

Huo Xingzhou had a faint smile in his eyes.

Aunt Qian grumbled, "I'm in perfect health, I don't need to eat these things. I made them specially for you, afraid you couldn't keep up after your recovery."

"Was that phone call in the kitchen meant for me to hear?" Huo Xingzhou asked in return.

"Young Master, don't tell me you... haven't..." Aunt Qian looked at him in surprise, "Really?"

She didn't expect that the young master could still resist after being in the same room with a young woman he was in a relationship with.

"I'm not an animal. She still has injuries." Huo Xingzhou replied.

"Old Mr. Cheng said the young madam's health is fine, she just needs time for her hand to recover. You can fool me, but these dishes can wait until Old Mr. Cheng comes back and then you can eat them."

Aunt Qian stood her ground, determined not to waste food.

Huo Xingzhou didn't interfere with her actions.

But once Old Mr. Cheng saw the dishes, he might not be so pleased.

He leaned against the stairs, arms crossed.

After a while, Qiao Xi came down wearing a French sweet-style dress.

"Huo Sir, let's go!"

She naturally walked to Huo Xingzhou's side and looked up at him.

It was clear that Qiao Xi was taking this gathering seriously.

She wasn't much of a makeup person, but today she had applied light makeup. Her brows and eyes were more refined, and her lips were coated with a light grapefruit-colored lipstick that looked kissable. To match her dress, she also carried a small purse with essentials inside.

Huo Xingzhou's gaze was fixed on her, making Qiao Xi a little shy.

"Huo Sir, is there something wrong?" she asked nervously.

"Nothing, you look beautiful." Much more so than when she wore heavy makeup on their wedding night.

He slightly extended his arm, gesturing for her.

Qiao Xi couldn't help but smile, hooking her arm through his.

The two of them left the house sweetly, and the driver, Uncle Chen, opened the car door for them.

"Young Master, where are we going?"

"Fuchun Garden."

Huo Xingzhou gave a name, and Qiao Xi had never heard of it.

But Uncle Chen seemed familiar with it, not even needing to use the GPS, driving directly toward Fuchun Garden.

Qiao Xi sat upright in the car, feeling a little nervous.

She was afraid that the people there might have a bad impression of her, which could affect Huo Xingzhou's relationship with them.

"Is something wrong?"

Huo Xingzhou seemed to sense her unease and asked.

"Nothing." Qiao Xi, feeling dry-mouthed, licked her lips. The grapefruit-colored lipstick had a sweet, fruity scent.

Huo Xingzhou saw her move and grabbed her wrist. "Don't worry, Zhou Yu and you are good friends. As for the others, you don't need to care too much."

"Okay!"

Qiao Xi nodded firmly.

Huo Xingzhou's eyes darkened as he reminded her, "Your lipstick is smudged."

"Should I fix it?"

She had no experience and hadn't even brought a mirror with her.

"I'll help you." Huo Xingzhou took out her lipstick from her purse and slowly twisted the cap off. He leaned in close, carefully applying the lipstick to her lips.

Qiao Xi didn't dare to look at him directly, feeling that his gaze was too captivating.

Like a restrained yet sexy male demon.

Her eyes lowered, and unconsciously, her gaze fell on his fair, slender fingers.

Huo Xingzhou put the lipstick back in her purse and said, "All done."

"Thank you, Huo Sir."

Qiao Xi quickly turned away, as though she had just exhaled a huge sigh of relief.

The car sped along and eventually stopped in front of Fuchun Garden.

Fuchun Garden was a small Jiangnan-style villa with a refined and elegant atmosphere. If it weren't for the fact that it was a clubhouse, many wouldn't have guessed it.

Pavilions, courtyards, small bridges, and flowing water.

Qiao Xi held onto Huo Xingzhou's arm, her eyes wide in amazement.

The Fuchun Garden at night was especially beautiful, with lights everywhere. She even saw fireflies fluttering through the fake mountain and the woods. The entrance was very quiet, and the noise was only felt as they moved further inside.

It was a large Chinese-style villa.

Upon entering, they found a grand hall where various guests were seated. The private rooms were on the second and third floors, surrounded by a maze of rooms, a great place for entertainment.

"Huo Sir, you've arrived."

The waiter recognized Huo Xingzhou and greeted him.

"Zhou Shao has already instructed us to take you directly to him when you arrive." His tone was very respectful, and he didn't dare look around.

Huo Xingzhou casually replied, "Thank you."