Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 22 The Account Has Not Yet Been Settled With You
The man’s fiery body suddenly turned cold, and his complexion became as if it had plunged into a thousand-year ice cellar, indescribably frosty:
"It seems you really are quite favored by men. Just two days and the old man treats you like a treasure. Have you been in contact with the old man while I wasn’t home?"
Jiayi swallowed nervously, "...Your uncle insisted on having my contact information, I couldn’t just not give it to him, so I told him the mobile number you gave me."
Huo Zhenyang’s brows knitted like swords, his face growing increasingly dark. He had already said that was his special phone to contact her, meaning that phone was meant for communication between just the two of them.
Did this girl fail her language classes?
With a flex of his arm and a deft movement of his fingers, Huo Zhenyang gripped her delicate jaw, "You should know that you’re yet to settle the score for heading to Huo Garden today without telling me first."
The same violent and ruthless expression from that night in the car appeared again.
A storm was brewing.
Jiayi suppressed the fear surging from the bottom of her heart, took a deep breath, and went all out, "Why are you so unwilling to mend your relationship with your uncle? I know, it’s because of your deceased aunt, isn’t it? But did you know, the reason your uncle didn’t rush back to see your aunt one last time before she passed away wasn’t because he was heartless or disloyal, but because your aunt knew the business deal at that time was crucial to Huo Group’s vital interests. She didn’t want to delay your uncle, so she personally called to deceive him saying she was fine and told him to come back later! Your uncle regrets not being there for your aunt’s last moments, even more than you do!"
The man’s deep, inky eyes flickered with a semblance of astonishment, but it quickly disappeared as his lips curled into a very thin, cold smile, "Is that what he told you? Hah, such a naive girl."
Seeing his suspicious look, Jiayi suddenly laughed, "I know what you’re thinking. You’re wondering, if that’s true, why didn’t your uncle tell you sooner. Here’s the reason, because you never gave him the chance to speak, and you’re his most beloved eldest son, so no matter how cold you act, he can bear it."
She paused before adding, "...If your uncle didn’t care about your aunt, why would he spend decades personally crafting a greenhouse, cultivating orchids? And why would he hand over the entire Huo Group to you, not even letting the second young master in? It’s because the people he values most are you and your aunt!"
Her voice grew fainter as she spoke, "...You didn’t even attend your uncle’s birthday banquet this year. Tomorrow is just an invitation for dinner. Are you truly unwilling to satisfy an old man’s simple wish? You can be cold-hearted to anyone, but you can’t be like this to him. He is your father!"
All the pent-up words burst from her throat like a torrential flood, and Jiayi noticed the steely hand on her jaw slowly loosening.
Huo Zhenyang’s gaze remained intense as he fixed his stare on the girl who was now panting from speaking so desperately.
The air seemed to solidify between them, cold enough to freeze even a passing mosquito to death.
Jiayi, seeing his icy gaze upon her, came back to her senses, her heartbeat fierce.
It was over. Had she gone mad to speak to him like this? Why bother? What business was it of hers to meddle in the affairs of a wealthy family? She should just eat well, dress well, play the role of his girlfriend to keep him happy, and then wait obediently for him to help find her family. Did she really start to think of herself as his girlfriend?
It’s all over...
Suddenly, Jiayi’s petite shoulder was held by the man, his emotionless voice reaching her from beside her ear:
"You really do overstep your bounds. Go back to bed, you’re being noisy."
Huo Zhenyang dropped this sentence and swiftly retracted his hand.
What was that? A rejection?
But perhaps he just couldn’t be bothered to argue with her. Maybe she had dodged a bullet?
Either way, while he wasn’t angry yet, the best plan was to make a quick exit!
Jiayi didn’t dare to ask further. With her heart thudding wildly, she hopped off the master bedroom’s large bed and ran out the door so fast she even forgot to close it.
Little did she know, the man in the bedroom behind her, watching her retreating figure, had his thin and handsome lips quiver slightly.
**
The next day when Jiayi woke up, it was almost noon.
It had taken Dummy with its scheduled wake-up call function three times to finally rouse her from sleep.
Ever since she had inexplicably fallen down the mountain and lost her memory, she had never slept so soundly. It must have been the shock from last night.
Jiayi rubbed her eyes; just by sensing the activity in the apartment, she knew that the man next door had already left.
Lounging in bed for a while, she eventually got up and freshened up. As soon as she went downstairs, she caught sight of a familiar figure busily moving about in the semi-open kitchen.
"Auntie Li? What are you doing here!" Jiayi hadn’t seen Auntie Li for several days, and now that she did, it was like seeing family.
Seeing Jiayi up, Auntie Li was also very happy. While she carried the freshly made dishes to the table, she said, "Young Master ordered me to stay here to facilitate taking care of Miss Jiayi’s daily life. I saw you sleeping soundly this morning and didn’t wake you. Come on, you must be hungry, hurry up and eat."
Jiayi took a deep breath, all she could smell was the fragrance of the food. That made sense, no matter how advanced or intelligent Dummy was, it couldn’t produce such delicious food. It could at best heat up the ready-made meals in the fridge. Auntie Li’s cooking really was the most reliable!
She tried to have Auntie Li sit down and eat with her.
Auntie Li helplessly responded, "The Young Master is very particular about rules and doesn’t like blurring the lines between superiors and subordinates. I’m here to take care of Miss Jiayi, how could I sit at the table and eat with you?"
"It’s fine, the man... the Young Master isn’t back yet, what’s there to be afraid of? When he’s back, we won’t eat together. Eating alone is so uneventful." Jiayi pursed her lips and finally couldn’t help but say, "The Young Master is cold towards his uncle and subordinates, and even to his own servants like this. I fear there’s no one who can experience his tenderness."
With no other option, Auntie Li sat down to eat with Jiayi. Hearing her mutter, Auntie Li shook her head, "That’s not true. The Young Master is quite unusually tender towards Miss Jiayi."
What? That’s considered tender? The man’s standards for tenderness are too low!
Jiayi had just put an egg in her mouth and almost spat it out in surprise.
Auntie Li saw her shock, smiled, and didn’t say much more. Indeed, the Young Master had always been a cold character, who would have thought he’d ever put so much thought into a woman!
With Auntie Li’s company, it was much livelier, and Jiayi’s mood improved. After finishing the meal, Auntie Li went to wash the dishes while she went upstairs.
Next to the master bedroom was an exercise room, filled with imported equipment that was even better than what the most expensive fitness clubs in the city had to offer.
After eating, it was time for a little digestion to prevent a belly from forming, especially since that man didn’t really like her going out.
Every time she went out, she had to visit only the places he specified, which was so boring.
But then there was the matter with the old man... she didn’t know how to explain...
Knowing that she didn’t go with Huo Zhenyang to dine, the old man must have been disappointed.
However, it wasn’t the first time the old man had been disappointed, he must be used to it by now... Sigh.
All she could do was to call later to offer some comfort.
Jiayi ran on the treadmill for a while in the exercise room, played with the elliptical machine, and finally rode the spinning bike. She was sweating profusely, but also felt very comfortable. Right after taking a quick shower and going downstairs, Dummy came sliding over holding a box, its electronic eyes flickering. It waddled its chubby body as it delivered an order with its cute electronic voice:
"Miss Jiayi, the president commands you to go to the wardrobe to change clothes and wait for him to go out together."
To where?
Jiayi was stunned when the door opened.
There stood Huo Zhenyang at the entrance, clad in a sharp, Yingwei black suit, already back. Seeing her dawdling, he seemed slightly displeased as he raised his thick brows, "Aren’t you going to get ready? The dinner at Huo Garden is about to start."
