Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 149 - 147: Are you trying to break my neck?

Chapter 149: Chapter 147: Are you trying to break my neck?

At this moment, Jiayi sat by the bed, demure and soft-eyed, like a tender concubine waiting for the emperor’s favor.

Yet it was precisely her composure—her professionalism—that displeased Huo Zhenyang, his face gradually darkening.

Had she really come to think of sleeping with him as just a short-term job!?

Get it over with quickly, so she could leave quickly, was that it?

After waiting with no action from the man for quite some time, Jiayi quietly lifted her head and glanced at the sofa.

The light in the bedroom was dim.

Upon entering, he had immediately drawn the curtains.

Members of high society were prone to being photographed, so he had formed the habit, especially in unfamiliar hotels in other places, where he would always pull the drapes tight.

Hence, she couldn’t quite make out Huo Zhenyang’s facial expression.

Time ticked away slowly.

Eventually losing her patience, she stood up and walked toward him, then stopping, she whispered, "What’s wrong?"

Her tiny palm was suddenly grasped by a strong force; with a soft, low scream, "Ah," she found herself in his arms.

He whispered in her ear, his breath scorching, continuing to melt her, but his tone was cooler than usual, even carrying a hint of scornful laughter, "Is that how eager you are for me to fuck~ you?"

Such mocking and slightly brute words were not new to her ears.

Normally, she would just grit her teeth, in one ear and out the other, pretending not to hear, or simply blush a little.

But today, she felt an unparalleled humiliation.

Because at this moment, she was indeed taking the initiative to please him, wanting him to get on the bed quickly.

That way, she could complete the task faster and return sooner.

Her face flushed with effort, she tried to push him away lightly.

But Huo Zhenyang was like a heavy iron wall; she couldn’t break free from his hold and could only turn her head away to avoid looking at him.

The sneer in Huo Zhenyang’s smile grew colder, as he suddenly turned her face to him, admiring the flush on her cheeks as if she had drunk wine.

The little thing’s eyelashes trembled, reluctantly and helplessly letting him support her chin, her watery eyes like the clearest lake water, capable of deeply engulfing someone.

Just watching her like this was almost too much for Huo Zhenyang to bear, but no matter how impatient or how much he wanted her, he would not allow this little thing to treat serving him just like a job!

He gazed at her, his voice icy, "Since you can’t even bother to look at me, why come to the hotel with me?"

Seeing she seemed about to get up, a sense of panic struck her.

Was he dissatisfied, and was he not going to let her go back to the Liang Family?

In her anxiety, uncertain of how to stop him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her bottom sinking down, pinning the man in place, preventing him from getting up!

"No... I wasn’t too lazy to look at you."

Her tiny voice, urgent, was tinged with a crying tone.

Huo Zhenyang’s voice remained indifferent, "Is that so?"

She nuzzled her pink nose, "Yes, I am looking at you right now."

Acting wronged, what a little fox!

But no matter how pitiful she acted, it was useless!

He had no intention of letting her off the hook as he stood up from the sofa with a "whoosh," his tall and striking figure rising.

He thought the little one would let go the moment he stood up, but unexpectedly, she clung to his neck stubbornly.

Thus, she hung on him like a koala, lifted into the air as he rose!

He wanted to put her down, prying off her hands that were wrapped around his neck, amused yet irritated, "Aren’t you coming down? Do you want to break my neck?"

"No, I’m not," she stubbornly pouted.

She couldn’t let him go, couldn’t offend him; she had to return to her godfather’s house.

That was her conviction!

No sooner had she spoken than her hands began to feel sore, and with a slight looseness, she let out an "Ah," plummeting downwards.

He caught her by the waist in an instant, sparing her from crashing onto the carpet.

Startled, she gasped for breath and clung even tighter to his neck.

Suddenly, between them, only the fiery breaths circulated.

All of a sudden, the last gate inside him gave way, and he kicked away the small furniture obstructing his path with a pant, carrying the little person in his arms toward the big bed—

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The night grew deep, and the residential area quieted down.

When she reached the entrance of the Guifu Huating Residential Area, Jiayi covered her entire arm with her sleeve, hiding the marks left by that man.

She had rubbed it for a good while during the trip, but it hadn’t faded.

Luckily, the weather was cold; she wore more clothes, otherwise, she wouldn’t know how to explain the marks on her neck and legs to her godfather and the others.

The box she bought—the jumbo pack with seven pieces... indeed, she hadn’t made a mistake.

That man hadn’t wasted a single piece!

She smiled bitterly.

"Miss Jiayi, are you alright? The Boss said, if it’s unbearable, to buy some bruise-healing medicine for you from the pharmacy; it heals faster when applied," Lin Zixun, who was responsible for driving Jiayi home, pulled over the car and looked back at her.

The words bruise-healing, ordinarily so common, now made Jiayi blush with embarrassment, "No need. I’m getting off now."

The first ointment he left her hadn’t been used up yet, and it worked pretty well.

Every time after he finished with her, applying that ointment would make it much better; she brought it with her when she came home for the winter break.

With that, Jiayi picked up her luggage bag, pushed open the car door, gave Lin Zixun a nod of acknowledgment, and quickly walked into the residential area; it was getting late, her godfather and Anya were probably anxious by now.

Entering the community, there was a large Roman fountain.

Jiayi walked past the fountain, about to head towards the Liang family mansion, when a slender figure stood in front, seemingly having waited for a long time behind the fountain.

Under the streetlight’s glow, Jiayi recognized the person in front of her and cried out in surprise, "Anya?"

Liang Anya approached with a complicated expression, "Xiaoyi, you didn’t go to your classmate’s tonight, did you?"

Jiayi faltered, "No, I did... I went to a classmate’s house..."

Unconvinced, Liang Anya pressed, "Stop lying to me, Xiaoyi. Dad asked me to come and pick you up. I’ve been waiting for you here all this time, and I just saw you getting out of a Maybach. Did you... go to stay with Mr. Huo again?"

Jiayi glanced around and quickly pulled her aside, gesturing for her to stop talking, "Anya, I’m really fine, really, there’s no need to worry. Don’t say anything to godfather when you go back."

She was just short of blurting out something shameless like "This is the fourth time, three more to go."

Though Liang Anya had been advised by Teacher Jiang, she couldn’t hold back at this moment, "I don’t care, don’t accompany Mr. Huo anymore! No matter what contract you’ve signed with him, it doesn’t matter. I’ll talk to Daddy, and he will surely find a way to get you out of it."

Thinking of how Jiayi, who was neither blood-related nor officially connected to the Liang family, had given so much for them, how could Liang Anya bear it herself?

Jiayi pulled her over, sitting by the edge of the fountain, knowing she had to come clean today, or else she might not be able to dissuade Liang Anya, so she could only sigh, "Anya, you don’t need to feel guilty. I’m the one who should."

Startled, Liang Anya looked up, staring at her, not understanding what she meant.