Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 388 - 386: Unable to Bear His Weight

If you didn’t mention it, you’d never guess that the woman in front of you is already a mother. She looks no different from a girl of eighteen or nineteen.

Big eyes, rosy lips, a straight and delicate nose, skin as smooth as whipped cream, and eyes as clear as a still pond, free from any impurities—it’s hard to imagine she’s a single mother struggling to make ends meet, carrying a baby around. She exudes an air of someone who accepts her fate with cheerfulness.

Tsk, she actually owes a debt to Huo Zhenyang, that tyrant?

Working two jobs to repay the debt, she can’t rest day or night, which suggests she owes quite a bit.

Even though they weren’t destined to be together, Jiayi was very familiar with Huo Zhenyang’s temperament; when he’s cold, he doesn’t cut any slack even if the other party is a woman. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

For some reason, up to this point, Fang Yao’s anger towards Jiayi had completely dissipated, replaced entirely by sympathy.

Perhaps it was because Huo had taken the initiative to break up with her back then, and also his recent verbal venom toward Fang Yao that hadn’t entirely dissipated, which made Fang Yao lean more towards Jiayi’s side.

Seeing Fang Yao staring at her, Jiayi got goosebumps all over. She had come prepared and no longer hesitated, "Director Fang, I want to explain again about the UA shirt incident; I truly had no choice, and I wasn’t playing any tricks."

"It’s fine, let’s not talk about that anymore." Fang Yao shrugged her shoulders, her tone taking on a deeper meaning, "It’s almost time to get off work. Finish your tasks quickly and go home."

Seeing that Fang Yao really didn’t mind anymore, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief but was stunned by the second half of Fang Yao’s words—why was she suddenly so nice to her?

Fang Yao crossed her arms, resting them under her beautifully contoured chin, and blinked, "Don’t you need to work as a housemaid today?"

Jiayi almost choked on her own saliva, "Director Fang, how did you know?"

She immediately realized that since that man had an old connection with Fang Yao and had come to plead her case today, Fang Yao must know about her current debt situation with him!

She felt her self-respect being swept away and anxiously asked, "Director Fang, this doesn’t count as a part-time job, does it...? You won’t tell the company, will you? I won’t let it interfere with my work."

Yundu doesn’t allow employees to moonlight. If caught, there’s no leniency—even that man, as the department manager, might not be able to protect her.

Fang Yao smiled faintly, finding the young woman quite adorable, especially unfortunate to be at the mercy of Huo Zhenyang, "Don’t worry."

Jiayi finally exhaled in relief.

*

The day finally ended without any major incidents.

Just like usual, Jiayi clocked out and hurried towards the lobby of the building.

She jumped on a bus and, a few dozen minutes later, arrived at the Desheng Villa Area while the night was not yet fully upon them.

The man hadn’t returned home yet, and with only the housekeeper present and the hourly maids gone, the villa felt empty.

Since starting work at Desheng as a housemaid, aside from the first encounter with the man in the villa, Jiayi rarely saw him.

Busy with countless affairs, he was as elusive as a dragon, seen only in glimpses.

It’s just a department manager position in Yundu, yet he seemed busier than the Prime Minister.

Jiayi brought a few loose-fitting clothes the second time she came to Desheng, which she left in the servant’s quarters of the villa. Each time she came to clean, she would change into these more practical clothes before starting work.

To avoid the repeat of the first-time incident wearing his T-shirt.

When Jiayi had first arrived at Desheng, Xia Tingxuan had called her; the dance competition organizers had asked the teachers and students to stay, so she wouldn’t be able to return to Yunling that night.

Worried about Zaizai being alone at home, Jiayi wanted to get back quickly. She worked with great vigor and care, making sure not to give the housekeeper any reason to find faults and make her redo tasks.

After tidying up, Jiayi wiped the sweat off her forehead and called for Mrs. Hui.

Usually, Mrs. Hui would have found a few things to nitpick about, but today, she had an urgent matter and had taken a few days off.

Mrs. Hui was a Chinese-American who had moved to America with her husband in her early years, but her parents and relatives were still in China. She planned to visit her relatives in China during this trip, and she was leaving tonight on a red-eye flight, so she didn’t have the time to be picky.

After inspection, Mrs. Hui gave the all-clear, "Okay, that’s fine. Once you’ve finished up, don’t forget to lock the door behind you before you leave the villa." With that, she hurried off to catch her flight.

Glancing at the clock, Jiayi saw it was not yet nine o’clock, which meant she could go home early to spend time with Zaizai.

She removed her maid outfit and dialed home on her phone while walking downstairs: "...Hello, Zaizai? Have you eaten?"

Background noise from a TV show came through the other end, and Zaizai’s milky voice floated out, "I’ve eaten. Grandma prepared dinner earlier. Mommy, why aren’t you home yet? Grandma also called and said she might not be home tonight."

Jiayi covered the mouthpiece and whispered, "Didn’t Mommy tell you? Today is Mommy’s day to clean the villa,"

While comforting, she also felt a bit guilty.

Ever since she started cleaning at Disheng several days a week, she barely had any time to spend with her son in the evenings.

She hurried to reassure him, "But Mommy just finished, and now I can come home."

Zaizai, holding the phone, blinked his thick eyelashes, "Oh, good, then Mommy, come back quickly."

"Right, okay," Jiayi blew a kiss into the phone, sending her love to her son.

After hanging up, she was anxious thinking about her son being home alone, wishing she could rush back immediately.

Once in the servant’s room, she changed clothes and grabbed her handbag to leave.

As she reached the villa’s entrance, there was a loud "bang," the sound of a car door slamming.

Outside, two beams of car lights pierced through the night, illuminating the courtyard.

Ade was helping a tall, imposing figure walk towards the villa. Spotting Jiayi, he casually said, "Miss Chu, you haven’t left yet? Good, come and give a hand!"

That figure was none other than Huo Zhenyang, clearly quite drunk. His tall body was slightly bent, resting on Ade’s shoulder. His eyelashes fluttered slightly, his eyes half-open, and his handsome face had a faint flush from the alcohol.

Jiayi was taken aback, "Mr. Huo is drunk?"

"Yes, he had a bit to drink at a dinner party."

Jiayi’s journey home was halted, as she and Ade together helped support Huo Zhenyang’s other arm, heading into the villa.

As soon as she began to assist, Jiayi’s whole body seemed to sink an inch. Wow! This man was heavier than he looked.

Huo Zhenyang felt another arm supporting him on the left, soft and more comfortable than Ade’s. His body unabashedly leaned towards Jiayi.

Her shoulder tightened. She couldn’t bear the weight of a man over 1.85 meters tall.

Unstable, she nearly lost her footing when he firmly grasped her slender waist.

This man!

He was using her as a crutch!

She wanted to push him away, but his hand was like an iron vise on her waist, leaving her no chance to move.