Tempting Huo to Marry

Chapter 40: Don’t Fall for Huo Qingsui Cold sweat was practically beading on Shi Jun’s forehead. He couldn’t help but feel that Young Master Huo was in a terrible mood—like a wolf that hadn’t eaten in days. Without hesitation, he nodded in response: “I understand, Young Master Huo. I’ll handle it. Please rest assured.” “Mm-hmm.” Huo Qingsui replied indifferently, his voice low and seemingly impatient. Shi Jun observed the situation for a couple of seconds before tentatively asking, “Well then, Young Master Huo, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading out.” “Go ahead.” “Yes.” It wasn’t until he had stepped out of the ward that Shi Jun felt a sense of relief wash over him. As he left, the corner of his eye caught a glimpse of Xia Wan, whose cheeks were still slightly flushed. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and it suddenly occurred to him: given the way he’d knocked on the door, could Young Master Huo have been… feeling a bit restless? At the mere thought of that possibility, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Oh no! Meanwhile. Xia Wan dashed down the quiet hallway with her phone in hand. She caught her breath and glanced at the screen. The words “Director Huo Zhiwei” were still flashing on the screen. This was the number Gu Yan had given her, and she hadn’t had a chance to call yet. With no time to think, she quickly answered the call. The moment she answered, before she could even speak, a slightly rough male voice came from the other end of the line. “Miss Xia, Xia Wan, is that you?” Xia Wan composed herself: “Hello, that’s me.” “Hmm,” Huo Zhiwei replied indifferently, then got straight to the point. “I saw your resume. You have experience as an assistant director in the U. S. That’s perfect—I’m currently looking for an experienced assistant director. See if you’re free tomorrow so we can talk. How does that sound?” A radiant smile spread across Xia Wan’s lips. She nodded. “No problem, Yu Yan.” “Alright, I’ll have my assistant send the address to your phone later. Be there on time tomorrow—I don’t like people being late.” “Okay, Yu Yan.” Huo Zhiwei said no more and hung up immediately. He then dialed another number, his tone completely devoid of the previous indifference; besides respect, there was even a hint of flattery: “Mr. Lin, the matter has been taken care of. Rest assured, I know what to do and won’t let you down.” “Hmm, I trust Yu Yan.” Lin Yanjin took a sip of tea, his smile appearing gentle but lacking any warmth. “Now that it’s settled, the investment matter will be easy to discuss.” Huo Zhiwei immediately beamed with delight: “Understood, Mr. Lin.” The call ended there. Xia Wan kissed his phone repeatedly in excitement. Awesome! Finally, she could hold her beloved camera again! A smile spread across her face; her eyes were like crescent moons—hazy yet luminous, radiating endless tenderness. Humming happily on her way back, the first thing she saw upon entering the ward was the man’s handsome face, so expressionless it seemed devoid of emotion. For some reason, Xia Wan suddenly had the wicked feeling that if he was in a bad mood, she’d be in a good one. “What’s got you so happy?” Huo Qingsui watched the curve of her lips and felt his own mood lift. Xia Wan smiled triumphantly, a mischievous gleam flashing in her eyes as she gave him a playful wink. “It’s a secret!” Huo Qingsui’s eyes darkened: “You…” Before he could finish, Xia Wan’s phone suddenly emitted a notification sound. She glanced at it—it was a Weibo “Special Follow” notification. A special follow? Her Weibo friend Wei Ran had updated her post?! Her eyes lit up, and Xia Wan quickly swiped her finger across the screen to open Weibo. Ji Weiran’s latest post immediately came into view. To be precise, it was a post she had reposted. The repost was a video of the entire press conference where Xu Jialing had apologized today, accompanied by a single line of her own: “If you truly want to apologize, why not just tell the truth? There are so many things you’ve done wrong—can you even apologize for them all?” As always, she cut straight to the heart of the matter with her aloof, sharp tongue. Within just a few seconds of her repost, it shot to the top of Weibo’s trending list. Ji Weiran is currently the leading star among the “Four Young Actresses” in the entertainment industry and is widely regarded as the top contender to succeed on the international stage. In terms of popularity and fame, Xu Jialing simply cannot compare, and Ji Weiran has always enjoyed an excellent reputation. With this single repost, she instantly shattered the victim persona Xu Jialing had tried to establish today. On Weibo, there was heated discussion, speculation, and people just waiting to see the drama unfold. But after that, Ji Weiran remained silent. Xia Wan held her phone, her gaze still fixed on the reposted Weibo post, as a mix of warmth and bitterness grew deeper and deeper within her. Weiyan did it for her... Unconsciously biting her lip, Xia Wan’s finger slid to Ji Weiran’s number, ready to dial. As if they were on the same wavelength, the moment she pressed the first digit, Ji Weiran called her back. “Weiran…” Xia Wan answered, his voice softening involuntarily, sounding almost like he was being playful. Ji Weiran’s voice rang out immediately, as concise and emotionless as ever, sounding almost like a reprimand: “In an hour, Di Jing, usual spot.” Xia Wan exclaimed in surprise, “Weiran, you’re back?” “Mm.” Ji Weiran’s voice was flat. “Did you hear me?” Xia Wan shuddered suddenly. Her Wei Ran was still so fierce! Even as she grumbled like that, she couldn’t help but feel overjoyed: “Mm-hmm! I heard you!” As soon as she finished speaking, the call ended. Huo Qingsui glanced at her. “Going out?” “Yeah!” Xia Wan nodded, her bright, lively doll-like face beaming with a smile; it seemed as though the very air was filled with heartwarming energy. Huo Qingsui was lost in thought for a second. When she snapped back to reality, Lai Jueping said, “I’ll have Shi Jun drive you there.” Xia Wan instinctively started to refuse. “Do as I say.” Huo Qingsui didn’t give her a chance to speak. After a moment’s thought, she added, “I’m worried.” Xia Wan immediately understood. “All right then, thank you.” Her lips curled into a smile as she thanked him cheerfully. Huo Qingsui’s Adam’s apple bobbed imperceptibly, but in the end, he said nothing. Eager to see Ji Weiran sooner, Xia Wan didn’t stay long before leaving. Shi Jun personally escorted her to the entrance of the Dijing private room and said respectfully, “Madam, I’ll be waiting for you in the car.” Xia Wan nodded. “Alright, thank you for your trouble.” “Madam!” Shi Jun saw her about to go inside and couldn’t help but call out to her. Xia Wan turned around, puzzled. “Is there something else?” Shi Jun lowered his head sheepishly, his voice sounding somewhat subdued: “Madam, I’m sorry about what happened this morning. It was all my carelessness that caused you…” “It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself.” Xia Wan smiled slightly and waved her hand, clearly not taking the matter to heart. “Assistant Shi, I’ll go in first.” “Alright.” Shi Jun felt a bit flustered by her smile, and his earlobes turned a faint shade of red. As soon as Xia Wan walked in, she saw Gu Yan sitting there elegantly with her legs crossed, eating some fruit. “Wanwan, you’re here?” Gu Yan looked up with a devilish grin. Xia Wan shot him a dismissive glance: “Where’s Weiran?” “Click—” The door to the private restroom swung open, and the tall Ji Weiran stepped out, a hint of faint anger on her unparalleled, icy-cold face. “Xia Wan, do you even remember I exist?” “Weiran…” Xia Wan knew this was a sign she was getting angry, so he quickly ran over to link his arm through hers in an attempt to appease her, deliberately putting on a look of hurt on his face. “How could that be? Weiran, you’re wronging me.” Ji Weiran sneered, completely unimpressed by her act: “The matter with Xu Jialing Xiao Ran, the matter with Jiang Manni, your marriage to Huo Qingsui, and the matter with Xie Yixiang. Xia Wan, tell me, which one of these have I wronged you about? Hmm?” Xia Wan pouted: “Weiran…” “Enough. Playing the victim won’t work.” Ji Weiran pulled her arm free from Xia Wan’s grip, crossed her arms, and glared at her coldly. “Spit it out. What exactly is going on between you and Huo Qingsui? You actually dared to get involved with a man like him?” Xia Wan felt a chill run down her spine under that stare, but her eyes instinctively looked away. “Yan Yan must have told you. It’s just for a year. After a year, we’ll get divorced. Right now, we’re just getting what we need from each other.” “Each of us is just getting what we need?” Ji Weiran stared at her, not blinking once, not missing a single change in her expression. Xia Wan swallowed unconsciously, then laughed dismissively. “Yeah, he probably needs a wife in name only.” “Wanwan,” Ji Weiran suddenly said, his tone turning serious, “As you said, you’ll divorce in a year. So you’d better remember: for the next year, don’t fall for Huo Qingsui. He’s such a mysterious and dangerous mature man—you’re no match for him. Got it?” Xia Wan’s heart gave a sudden jolt, and her voice dropped involuntarily: “Weiran?” “Remember what I said.” Ji Weiran rolled her eyes at her in exasperation, then pulled her over to sit on the sofa. Xia Wan felt a momentary daze. Don’t get emotionally involved? But… For some reason, she felt an indescribable sensation in her heart. And this feeling was unfamiliar. So unfamiliar that she was at a loss, not knowing how to deal with it. Gu Yan didn’t notice anything was wrong with her and grinned, “Wanwan, I told you so. When Weiran gets back, she’s definitely going to give you a piece of her mind.” “Get lost.” Xia Wan snapped out of it and glared at him with hatred. Gu Yan shot her a defiant glance, his eyes brimming with smug satisfaction. Xia Wan didn’t even want to acknowledge him. The more she acted like that, the more Gu Yan wanted to tease her, and even when Xia Wan grew annoyed, he still couldn’t get enough of it. Ji Weiran watched the two of them bickering, pursed her lips, and a fleeting shadow of sadness flashed across her eyes. The three hadn’t seen each other in a long time, so naturally they had endless things to talk about. As they chatted back and forth, time flew by, and before they knew it, it was already 10 p. m. Gu Yan checked the time and stood up: “Weiran has to go back to the film set tomorrow. You should get some rest early. I’ll drive you both home.” Xia Wan had no objections; after all, now that she was back in the country, they’d have plenty of time and opportunities to get together. “Let’s go, then.” Ji Weiran stood up as well. Xia Wan suddenly remembered something: “Oh, right, Wei Ran, do you think posting that Weibo might have any repercussions for you?” Ji Weiran smiled, raising a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear: “Whether it will or not, I’ve already posted it. Don’t worry—it’s Xu Jialing who has a guilty conscience. How could I stand by and watch you get treated unfairly?” “Weiran…” Xia Wan made a move as if to pounce on her. Ji Weiran stifled a laugh and pushed her away without mercy: “Alright, you don’t need to offer yourself to me.” Xia Wan paid no heed and hooked her arm around Wei Ran’s: “My Wei Ran is the best! Let’s go.” Ji Weiran watched her childish behavior and shook her head in exasperation. Gu Yan walked to the door first, opened it for them, and made a gentlemanly gesture, offering to let them go first. Xia Wan stepped out with a smile, but the next second, the smile froze on her face. Important Notice: Please use our ad-free app, which bypasses anti-piracy measures and offers fast updates. Your bookmarks are synced across memberships. Follow the We Chat official account gegegengxin (hold for three seconds to copy) to download the free reader!!