Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 116 - 114 Full of Indulgence

"Xiaoyi, can you handle it alone?" Liang Anya was uneasy, the man before her was like a savage overlord, commanding and uncompromising, looking at Xiaoyi with such intensity that she seemed to want to tear her to pieces and swallow her whole!

She was worried!

"Anya, it’s okay, there are still several people here." Jiayi glanced at the two leopard-print dressed women, comforting Liang Anya before lowering her voice, "If I haven’t come out in half an hour, you and Uncle De come in after me!"

Liang Anya squeezed Jiayi’s hand tightly, gritted her teeth, and had no choice but to follow Manager Yu out first.

The atmosphere in the private room immediately became even tenser.

Eerie and mysterious fragrances floated in the air, stimulating the senses and the olfactory nerves.

Huo Zhenyang casually propped his long legs, louchely resting them on his knee, overhearing her conversation with Liang Anya and taunting, "Half an hour? Babe, half an hour is enough for us to do a lot. Are you sure they’ll still make it in time if they come in after half an hour?"

Jiayi’s face flushed red, but she raised her head and forced a disdainful smile, "Mr. Huo can ’do’ so much in half an hour, that’s really unexpected. I thought you’d be more enduring, more impressive."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes narrowed, the little cat’s sharp-witted responses had become more advanced than before, daring to contradict him and even mock his most significant dignity as a man.

"You dare talk to Mr. Huo like that, are you tired of living?"

The blonde woman next to him, eager to cozy up to Huo Zhenyang, wrapped her arms tightly around her own, stood up, and stared down at Jiayi with disdain.

Jiayi ignored the woman’s scrutiny, turned towards the man with a clear, mocking laugh, "So Mr. Huo’s taste has dropped this low."

"You—" The blonde woman, ridiculed, got angry, raised her arm to slap Jiayi on the face.

Jiayi reacted swiftly, catching the woman’s wrist, and with her other hand quickly raised, "smack", a slap landed on the charming face of the other woman!

A crisp slap echoed in the private room, the blonde woman didn’t get to slap Jiayi but instead got one in return, her face turned purple with rage. Teetering on her high heels, she moved forward to retaliate, but from behind her came an irritated voice from the man, "Stop."

The blonde looked back and saw Mr. Huo’s dark expression, sending shivers down her spine!

The man watched the girl slap someone, and his face surprisingly showed—indulgence and affection, no anger or advice at all; he simply let the girl do as she pleased!

Had this girl held a gun in her hands at that moment wanting to kill herself, Mr. Huo probably would have allowed her, without trying to stop her!

The blonde didn’t dare to make another move and retreated back to the sofa.

Huo Zhenyang indifferently glanced at Jiayi, "Oh? You say my taste is lacking now, then, are you implying my taste used to be better? Are you indirectly praising yourself?"

Jiayi’s face tightened, but she didn’t say anything more, instead quickly getting to the point, "I think there’s no need for us to waste time. Exactly what will it take for you to continue investing in Uncle Liang’s real estate development project?"

Huo Zhenyang’s piercing gaze swept over the woman’s soft and graceful figure, becoming deeper, more intense. Then, a smile arose inexplicably, smirking, "Why the rush? First, play a game with me. If you win, I’ll consider it."

The leopard-print woman on his left moved to the bar, took out two dice, and with her red lips slightly parted described, "The rules of the game are simple. For the two dice combined, above six is ’big’, below six is ’small’, and if the two dice show the same number, it’s ’doubles’. You can start guessing now; you have three chances."

Guessing big or small? Was this about gambling?

Jiayi had never gambled, but she hadn’t eaten pork, though she had seen pigs run.

"So if I guess correctly, you’ll continue to invest?" She looked at the man on the sofa who seemed ready to enjoy the show.

Huo Zhenyang shrugged his shoulders, "You’ll see if you win. But, if you lose..."

"What happens if I lose?" Jiayi’s heart skipped a beat, hoping it wasn’t about withdrawing the investment.

The man’s gaze turned sharp as he surveyed her, his stare seemingly hot enough to melt through her clothes, his tone mocking, "For every loss, you remove an article of clothing."

She was stunned, but as long as it didn’t mean immediate withdrawal of his investment, she could accept the condition. At least there was still hope for the Liang Family.

Three seconds later, she nodded her head.

The leopard-print woman flipped over a cup to use as a dice cup, shook the dice vigorously a few times, then overturned it onto the bar with a clang!

"Big." Jiayi bit her lip and randomly gave an answer, her heart muttering a prayer for blessing, hoping for a stroke of luck from above.

In the game of betting on big or small, it was mostly about luck, and since she had never gambled, she could only guess wildly.

The leopard-print woman picked up the dice cup, and the two dice quietly rested on the bar, their numbers falling into the eyes of the onlookers.

One was three, the other was one.

Added together makes four—below six points, it’s small!

Jiayi was taken aback—she had guessed wrong!

Seeing the look in the man’s eyes as he gazed over, she could only take off her thin outer jacket.

"You still have two chances, baby."

The man’s tone was ominously teasing as he leisurely lit up a Brazilian cigar in the dimly lit corner of the sofa.

The leopard-print lady shook the dice again and they settled.

This time, Jiayi’s confidence was even lower, "Small."

The lid of the dice cup was lifted—six and five points, eleven points, big!

Jiayi truly despaired; she had no luck in gambling at all!

Having removed her thin jacket, all that was left was a tight-fitting T-shirt.

If she took off the T-shirt, all that would remain was her underwear.

Her face flushed, she did not move, standing as if being punished, her body starting to tremble slightly.

"If you can’t afford to play, don’t play," Huo Zhenyang took a puff of his cigar, put it down, and seemed ready to get up.

Seeing him about to leave, she hurriedly stopped him, "Wait a minute!"

Under the man’s insistent gaze, she bit her lip, made up her mind, braced herself, and with a lift of her elbows, removed her T-shirt!

The young girl’s body was instantly exposed to the man’s view.

The slender neck, the soaring chest, her waist supple like a willow—her light blue underwear set off her skin, as white as snow.

She closed her eyes; after all, it wasn’t the first time he had seen her body.

Forget it! Consider it bumping into a ghost once more!

"The last round, will you play?" The man teased lightly.

Play, why wouldn’t she?

Having stripped down to this, would it be worthwhile not to play?

Jiayi looked at the leopard-print lady, with the resolve of going into battle, firmly commanded, "Shake it!"

The last shake of the dice cup was down, Jiayi closed her eyes, leaving it all to fate!

"Big!"

The lid of the dice cup was moved aside, and the stark numbers stunned Jiayi!

This time it was two sixes! Neither big nor small, a triple had been rolled!

Was this some kind of jest from the heavens?

It couldn’t be so unlucky to miss all three times, could it?

To encounter a triple, something so rare even in a hundred tries—had she just run into it?!

Jiayi’s pupils contracted, and she clenched her fists.

Was she not even going to keep her last piece of barely covering underwear?

"What’s the matter, not taking it off yet?" From the sofa, the man’s voice drifted over.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around herself, covering her chest.