Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 390 - 388: Mommy Wants to Stay Overnight at the Villa?
After changing the water twice, she observed that the look on his face seemed much more comfortable. Jiayi tentatively asked, "Feeling better now?"
"Barely okay," Huo Zhenyang lay sprawled on the bed, his voice lazy and still slightly slurred, but certainly much better than before.
She was nearly exhausted to the bone, and this man, acting like a lord, brushed her off with a mere ’barely okay.’ He really was not easy to serve!
Placing the towel back in the basin, Jiayi carried it out, glancing at the time. She had been delayed by almost another hour in Disheng.
Looking at the situation, it didn’t seem like she could leave anytime soon.
Her mother definitely wouldn’t be able to return home today, and leaving Zaizai alone at home so late made her uneasy.
She pulled out her phone and dialed home: "Hello, Zaizai, is that you?"
"Mommy, are you almost home?" It was Zaizai’s surprised voice, accompanied by the crunching sound of him eating chips.
This little foodie was probably watching TV while snacking.
Jiayi glanced at the bedroom door, lowered her voice apologetically, and said, "Zaizai, Mommy is still at the Disheng Villa Area."
The chip-crunching sound abruptly stopped, and Zaizai frowned, "Why are you still there?"
"That uncle has come back, and he’s not feeling well. There are no other servants in the house, so Mommy might have to take care of him for a while."
"But it’s already so late. Does Mommy plan not to come home tonight?" Zaizai’s voice suddenly became serious.
Jiayi, feeling helpless, said, "Mommy doesn’t know. Mommy has no choice. Oh right, I called you to make sure you behave at home. Grandma and I can’t come back right away. Don’t be naughty, don’t watch TV too late, go to sleep first. Did you hear me? Mommy will figure something out and try to finish up and come back as early as possible."
From Mommy’s tone, it seemed she might really have to stay at the villa overnight?
Zaizai’s guard immediately went up, and he lost his appetite for snacks.
He had seen with his own eyes how that bad uncle had treated Mommy outside the elevator that day.
Now, just letting Mommy work as a maid to repay debts was one thing, but for her to be so presumptuous as to make Mommy stay over at the villa for a night!
Bad uncle—not—a—good—person!
Mommy said, there are no other servants in the villa...
What if that bad uncle bullies Mommy?
Zaizai’s eyes whirled round, drama bone kicking in, he immediately squeezed out sobbing sounds, "Wu... Wu..."
When Jiayi heard her son crying, her heart almost jumped out, "What’s wrong..."
"I’m scared being home alone, ghosts will come to catch me, eat me... Wuwuwu..."
Jiayi hurried to comfort her son: "Haven’t you always said that there are no ghosts in the world? Rest assured, no ghosts will come for you."
"When Mommy and Grandma are home, ghosts don’t dare to show up, but when you are not, they do... Wuwu... Mommy, I’m scared to be home alone... Wah wah..."
Zaizai’s crying intensified, his little throat nearly hoarse from shouting.
I can’t manage so much!
I can’t let Mommy be alone with that bad uncle for so long. I must trick her into coming back first.
He knew he was Mommy’s weakness. Mommy would cry out of fear if she saw him alone at home, and she would rush back no matter what, even if the sky fell down!
Just as Zaizai expected, Jiayi panicked, "Okay, okay, be good, don’t be scared, Mommy is coming back right now. Wait for my call."
Only then did Zaizai wipe away his tears, his voice choked up but extremely dominant, "Mm, then I will wait for Mommy’s call, okay? If you don’t call me within ten minutes, I’ll call you again. Don’t even think about turning off your phone, I, Chu Zhuoting, have a hundred ways to make you answer the call."
This little meatball, I don’t know who he takes after, he never lets go when it comes to Mommy’s sovereignty, he’s practically an obsessed Mommy hoarder.
Jiayi, between laughter and tears, hung up the phone. She couldn’t really just leave her son at home alone.
She hesitated for a moment, entered the bedroom, and said weakly to the man lying on the bed with a bare, muscular chest:
"Mr. Huo, may I leave now?"
Huo Zhenyang’s drunkenness had somewhat faded, but his head still felt heavy as he lay on the bed. His low voice revealed a trace of displeasure, "Have you forgotten your role? As a maid, when your employer needs you, you just run off like this? Then what use do I have for you?"
Then he coughed impatiently a couple of times, "Go get me a glass of water."
Jiayi looked at him in this state and realized that he truly needed someone to take care of him, but she couldn’t possibly leave her son alone at home.
She could only go and pour a cup of boiled water, hand it to him, and watch as he lifted his neck to drink it all before she continued, "Mr. Huo, how about I work an extra day next week for free? I have an emergency today and I must go back."
Huo Zhenyang slammed the water glass down with a thud on the bedside cabinet, neither too gently nor too harshly, "You’re not reliable exactly when I need you, so what am I supposed to expect next week?"
"Mr. Huo, my mother is out of town tonight with students for a dance competition and can’t make it back. Zaizai is at home alone, and he was crying badly on the phone, saying he was scared. I’m not comfortable leaving him alone at home, a little child..."
Huo Zhenyang’s handsome brows furrowed, and a hint of a smile appeared on his lips, "That little fatty is scared? He can casually draw turtles on a car worth millions, what in the world could he possibly be afraid of? I’d like to see if he’d really die of fright without you going back."
Jiayi felt a surge of anger, "Mr. Huo, he’s just a child, only three and a half years old. Of course, there are things that scare him!"
"What about three and a half? I think he’s much more sophisticated than you, the mommy," Huo Zhenyang said with contempt, guessing the little meatball’s thoughts even through the phone.
Jiayi insisted, "No matter what, if Zaizai sees I’m not coming home, he will definitely cry non-stop. I need to take leave!"
"It’s good for a boy to cry; it can toughen his character. Are you afraid he’ll cry himself sick? Is it that serious?" Huo Zhenyang was completely unsympathetic.
Jiayi became indignant, her beautiful nose tinged with a crimson color from frustration and anger:
"He’s so young, of course, he can easily be hurt by crying! Mr. Huo, have you ever been a daddy? If children cry too much, they can get sick, and in serious cases, they can even develop hernias, which can affect their growth! If a hernia gets severe, it can even affect a young boy’s reproductive health, and in the future, it could even affect his fertility! Do you think that’s serious or not?"
Huo Zhenyang listened as this little woman buzzed incessantly; his face darkened like the night sky, and he interrupted her sharply, "So what? Your son’s reproductive function is affected, what does that have to do with me?"
Right, what does it have to do with him! He wasn’t Zaizai’s daddy. Maybe he was still irritated about Zaizai scratching his car, so how could he possibly care if Zaizai was at home crying his eyes out?
Jiayi’s expression grew stiff, her anger subsiding, knowing she couldn’t be confrontational with him.
The man had changed his position, leaning back against the bedhead, bending his knees, his long legs arching like a bridge. The flush on his handsome face had faded somewhat, but his deep, attractive brown eyes still sparkled with a blurred luster, as if covered by a layer of mist, looking somewhat intoxicated still.
