Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 179 - 177

Jiayi lifted her cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The stewardess took the empty cup, hesitating to leave. Clutching the tray, she stood to one side with a lovestruck expression, her gaze fixed on the man.

It wasn’t until Huo Zhenyang’s voice rose slightly in displeasure, "You can go now," that she reacted.

With the tray in her arms, the stewardess firmly stated, "Mr. Huo, as the distinguished guest on this private flight, you shouldn’t be left alone here. Our manager has instructed me to accompany you throughout the journey and provide personal service."

Huo Zhenyang’s gaze sharpened, and with a sidelong glance, his eyes drifted over to the girl beside him, a trace of teasing ambiguity surfacing, "So, you think I brought her on this plane to do what exactly?"

Both Jiayi and the stewardess were taken aback.

The stewardess understood Mr. Huo’s implication; this girl was the one to attend to Mr. Huo, so what need was there for her?

That made sense; the girl looked too young, dressed like a student, not at all like a man’s secretary or assistant. Then she must certainly be Mr. Huo’s woman.

However, from the time they boarded the plane, she hadn’t seen the girl being particularly warm or attentive to Mr. Huo.

Is this how the women beside wealthy men behave nowadays, neglecting and indifferent?

Although the stewardess doubted whether such a young girl could properly attend to Mr. Huo, she still threw an envious and jealous glance at Jiayi before reluctantly leaving the first-class cabin.

What did he mean by "use"?

That word made Jiayi blush, although this man typically used uncouth language only when they were alone.

With the stewardess present today, she felt even more embarrassed and, turning her face away, decided to ignore him.

"Come here." As soon as the stewardess left, his voice drifted over to her.

The seats on both sides of the first-class cabin were separated by a narrow walkway.

With just two words, he made her stand up involuntarily. After hesitating for a moment, she finally walked over to his seat.

"Sit down," he said, patting the seat cushion beside him.

His seat was the best one in the first-class cabin of the plane, a crimson single seat covered with a wool blanket, quite spacious, definitely big enough for two people.

Jiayi obediently sat down.

He turned towards her, gazing intently, his eyes deep and unreadable.

Why was he looking at her like that? She felt some warmth in her palms but then saw him lift his arm, his finger sliding towards her cheek to wipe away the ring of milky froth above her lips from the milk she had just drunk.

"Like a little dirty kitten, how embarrassing," he said.

She subconsciously rolled up her sleeve to wipe her mouth.

He abruptly caught her wrist and slowly pulled it down, his expression unreadable and continued to wipe off the milk froth with his finger, "Don’t move."

It was as if he didn’t trust her to clean it properly, and only he could do it right.

She could only stay still like a little wooden doll, letting him wipe her mouth. The stewardess thought she was there to serve him, not knowing it was he who was attending to her.

His fingertips had a slight callus from years of gripping golf clubs, causing her heart to beat faster.

She had never imagined that a man known for being fierce and cold in the corporate world would show such tender gestures.

Finally, he cleaned the milk froth off her lips with his bare hands.

Just as she let out a sigh of relief, she saw him bring his milk-stained index finger to his lips and extend his tongue slightly, licking it off.

The corner of his brows rose sharply, "The milk is very sweet, delicious."

Behind a curtain, a flight attendant waiting for Mr. Huo’s instructions also heard this, and her face turned bright red.

The seemingly solemn and steady Mr. Huo—who appeared to never engage in frivolous talk or laughter—was actually... quite wicked.

However, she didn’t dare to linger any longer, fearing disturbing Mr. Huo, she quickly and gracefully walked away.

Inside the cabin, the man had his fun and then pushing the back of the little one’s head into his embrace, he said, "Sleep now."

Sleep? Her face stalled, and she asked foolishly, "How... how to sleep..."

"Lean on me."

She froze, "Lean on..."

Before she could finish her sentence, he frowned, "What dirty words are a girl saying?"

She spluttered, she hadn’t said anything remotely dirty! She was clearly about to say "It’s not too nice to sleep leaning on you."

He didn’t wait for her to argue, his large hand pressed down and forcibly pushed her into his embrace.

All she could do was shrink into his hold.

Having finished the warm fresh milk and feeling drowsy, she leaned on his broad chest, and in the utterly silent surroundings, her eyelashes closed together, and she drifted off into a deep sleep.

The plane ascended into the sea of clouds, with several hours of flight time to H City.

After an unknown amount of time, the little person in his arms murmured softly, her small hand subconsciously clutching the collar on his chest as she mumbled in her sleep.

Huo Zhenyang’s facial muscles twitched slightly as he leaned down, only to hear her with tightly closed eyes, her tender and plump red lips parting and closing: "...Anya... Brother Jue... Godfather..."

Pearls of tears hung from her long lashes, like strings of grapes.

His gaze swiftly plummeted, becoming gloomy, deep.

The feelings the little girl had established with the Liang Family in H City were not so easily worn away.

Especially for her, who still had not found her family, H City was a place full of warmth, and she was truly unwilling to leave.

This caused him a slight sense of loss.

Because it meant that in her heart, he was not yet the haven she could fully trust.

She would rather rely on and trust the warm Liang Family.

Yet, regarding using all means to force her to return to G City, he felt not a hint of regret.

His hand slid down, encircling the little one’s slender waist, and he pressed her domineeringly into his embrace.

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G City, Huo Garden.

Second floor.

Mu Qingran, with her rounded belly, rushed into Yao Zhenru’s room and quickly closed the door behind her.

Gasping for breath, she said anxiously to Yao Zhenru, "Aunt, how can you sit still? Zhenyang is going to bring that Jiayi back again! originally, if the old master had put more pressure on, Zhenyang might have married me by now, but with Jiayi’s return, I’m afraid it’s all gone to waste!"

Yao Zhenru was also very agitated. The family’s eldest young master had been traveling back and forth between G City and H City for several months, and, unexpectedly, he still found that girl, and this time he was even bringing her back.