Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 183 - 181 His Woman Can Never Be a Big Steamed Bun
The night deepened.
The entire Huo Garden quieted down, with everyone returning to their rooms to rest.
Jiayi sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought, staring at the tightly shut bathroom door, from which the sound of the shower running could be heard.
Even though she had done that embarrassing thing with him, this was the first time they were cohabiting the same room.
In those few times in H City, even though she had been to bed with him, it had been like completing a mission, and they had never spent the night together.
After every encounter, either he would leave, or she was in a hurry to get back to school.
Moreover, now that she was staying at the Huo Family’s place, it seemed she might stay for quite a few days.
Really—was she really going to share a bed with him?
This bedroom was the one Huo Zhenyang always used when he stayed at Huo Garden. It was quite spacious, but of course, there was only—one large bed.
Luckily, there was a sofa in the bedroom.
She was just about to pick up the pillow and blanket to move to the sofa when a knock on the door sounded, forcing her to put them down temporarily and go to open it.
Standing at the bedroom door, unsurprisingly, was Mu Qingran.
Indeed, since returning, she had not had the chance to meet alone with her, so how could she sleep?
Jiayi quickly got herself together.
Since the main purpose of her return was to make a fool of Mu Qingran, she had to act to the best of her abilities, even if it was just a performance.
She leaned against the door, naturally flipping her freshly washed and fragrant long hair, "Miss Mu? It’s so late, is there something you need?"
Mu Qingran glanced at Jiayi, who had changed into silk pajamas, her expression tightened, and without addressing her, she pushed past Jiayi with her pregnant belly leading the way, peeking her head around to scan the bedroom first.
The sound of water came from the bathroom.
Zhenyang was probably showering.
The large bed was already made, the entire bedroom exuded a thick atmosphere of spring ~ romance.
Mu Qingran could even foresee what would happen on this king-size bed later—her face grew uglier, her fists clenched then loosened, and as she looked at Jiayi, her voice was laced with coldness, "You were shipped off to the north by the old master, yet you ran back here. Your skin is really thick. Hmph, you still can’t let go of the Huo Family’s wealth and glory, right? Now you’re shamelessly clinging on to Huo Garden, refusing to leave. You’re not just shameless—you have no shame at all!"
Jiayi had anticipated she couldn’t be comfortable without a few barbs, but she didn’t expect her to be so low, to be so impatient. She smiled serenely,
"I need to correct two mistakes of yours. First, it wasn’t me ’running’ back here, it was Huo Family’s eldest young master who brought me back,"
Watching Mu Qingran’s face gradually turn blue, Jiayi leaned forward, tugged at the collar of her chest, and pulled it close to her lips, exhaling softly,
"Second, the one clinging on to Huo Garden and not leaving isn’t me, the legitimate fiancée, but you, the passé mistress."
Mu Qingran gasped, her gaze fixed on Jiayi, then she looked down proudly at her protruding belly, "What does being a fiancée even matter!? Cut the crap, it doesn’t matter whether it’s just a fiancée who hasn’t married yet or a young madam—what matters is that I’m carrying the Huo Family’s grandson. That is what’s truly powerful!"
Jiayi, seeing her brash face, felt a sudden wave of nausea. The sound of water stopped in the bathroom; Zhenyang was probably coming out. She hooked her foot around the bedroom door, shut it quickly, backed against the door, and with a raised hand—slapped it across her cheek!
Mu Qingran staggered back several steps from the slap, still reeling when she saw Jiayi had already rushed to the bathroom door, grabbing Huo Zhenyang’s bathrobe, her tone very aggrieved, "She bullied me!"
Huo Zhenyang, wearing a white bathrobe, had already come out of the bathroom, his eyes as sharp as a cold blade landing on Mu Qingran, "Why have you come here?"
Then he glanced at the small creature beside him putting on an act, "How did she bully you?"
Jiayi pursed her lips, "As soon as she arrived, she scolded me, asking what I thought I was. She was even about to hit me, but luckily you came out quickly."
If she could irritate Mu Qingran to death, Jiayi absolutely didn’t mind being the villain who complains first!
Sure enough, Mu Qingran, usually used to playing the white lotus, had never been outdone by another white lotus. Seeing Jiayi complain, her blood pressure instantly skyrocketed, and she bit her lip, "Zhenyang, I didn’t! Look at my face and neck, they’re all red. She hit me first! I didn’t lay a hand on her! Zhenyang, don’t be fooled by her!"
As she spoke, she tilted her face and neck to show the "evidence" to the man.
Huo Zhenyang’s expression was emotionless as he took two steps forward, lifting his hand to support Mu Qingran’s jaw as if examining the light red marks on her face and neck.
Mu Qingran sobbed in extreme distress but suddenly felt the man’s grip tighten, causing pain in her jawbone, and she immediately widened her eyes, "Zhen, Zhenyang... Ow, ow... it hurts... don’t..."
"Did she hit you like this?" The man’s voice was cold like a blade, his fingers tightening, continuing to apply force as a grating sound of cracking bones came from his fingertips.
"Ow... hmm... it hurts..." Mu Qingran moaned until, just short of crying out loud from pain, Huo Zhenyang’s palm finally slid down from her neck.
Mu Qingran stepped back two steps, only to feel that the faint pain on her face and neck from before seemed even more painful now.
Huo Zhenyang’s eyes were cold, "What now, are you going to go down and tell the old man that I caused you pain?"
Of course, Mu Qingran dared not!
If she had been merely slapped by Jiayi, she could have easily gone to complain to the old man!
But now Huo Zhenyang had added to the red marks, how could she still go tell the old man? To say that Zhenyang had hit her?
Was she afraid that she wouldn’t be hated by him?
Huo Zhenyang was protecting that little vixen, downplaying the incident of her hitting herself, and preventing her from going behind his back to complain to the old man!
Fuming, Mu Qingran covered her face, only able to swallow this humiliation. She twisted open the door and fled from their bedroom as if escaping.
The door slammed shut, and Huo Zhenyang turned around, his expression cold and faintly mocking, "How is it, are you satisfied with the hit?"
Jiayi was aware that she had been a bit impulsive just now. If Mu Qingran had run down to the old man and Yao Zhenru immediately, using the slap as a pretext to complain of stomach pain, Jiayi might not have been able to stay in Huo Garden tonight.
Luckily, the man was quick-witted and helped her avert a potential disaster.
She pursed her lips, "I... was just too angry. She came to the door to scold me personally, should I have offered her tea and water instead?"
Although it was impulsive of her this time, he really enjoyed watching her feisty, claw-baring cat-like demeanor, especially toward those who bullied her.
His woman must not be a weakling who could be bullied by anyone.
"Not bad. However, next time you can put in a little more effort."
Huo Zhenyang said indifferently as he walked toward the large bed framed with four golden pillars.
She paused, — Not bad?
Was this his way of praising her?
Jiayi had already braced for a reprimand from him, and this suddenly allowed her to let out a sigh of relief. But as she looked up, her body froze again.
Huo Zhenyang walked, simultaneously pulling off the belt of his bathrobe and shedding his outer garment, ready to go to bed.
The bathrobe fell to the carpet, revealing the man’s muscular chest and tight abdomen, along with the bulge wrapped in boxer briefs beneath his navel.
Her little heart suddenly skipped a beat.
