Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 391 - 389: The Great Ancestor and the Little Ancestor
Thinking of Zaizai still waiting for her call, who might still be crying alone at this moment, her heart felt as if it was being wrung out. She clenched her fists tightly and tried to make her voice sound calm:
"Even if I’ve worked this month for nothing, I have to go back today."
Even a huge debt is less important than her little flesh and blood.
As she spoke, she took off her maid’s apron, clenched it tightly in her hand, turned around, and walked towards the outside.
From the moment the first word burst from her clenched teeth, he had sensed the salty dampness in the air.
This little woman, was she crying?
— Crying was one thing, but she dared to actually run away like this!
What kind of maid was this?
Which household’s maid would do such a thing?
The son cries a few times at home, and she just leaves her master to rush back!?
If he couldn’t subdue her this time, would she have an excuse to go home over every little thing in the future? What about his authority as the Boss?
Huo Zhenyang propped up his drunken, exhausted body, jumped off the bed, and with long strides, it took him just two or three steps to catch up to her. He grabbed her arm, tender as that of a fifteen-year-old girl, and with a slight exertion, yanked her back fiercely.
His strength was too great, and he hadn’t anticipated how delicate she was. Her center of gravity unsteady, she was rolled right into the man’s arms, her forehead slamming into his hard chest!
She uttered a cry of pain and before she could even rub her forehead, realized she was too closely entwined with him. Ignoring the pain, she pushed him away with all her might, retreating two steps.
The man’s face before her was shrouded in a sinister air, a fierce flame flickered in his cold gaze, and his bare upper body, sweaty from the vigorous movement, showed clear and defined muscles, tense and powerful, exuding a domineering presence.
She couldn’t help but gasp, "Mr. Huo, what more do you want? Do you actually intend to restrict my freedom, to force me to stay here? I know I owe you now, but you can’t be this barbaric!"
"You must stay here today and fulfill your duties as a maid. Aren’t you just worried about your son, and can’t be at ease with him alone? Well, that’s easy to fix."
His eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, dimmed, he turned, and pressed the call button on the phone by the bed.
Jiayi didn’t know what he was going to do, and was stunned.
Three minutes later, Ade hurried in, a glance at the eerie atmosphere in the room prompting his puzzled question, "What’s the matter, Mr. Huo?"
"Go to Fuyah Residential Area and bring her son here," the man ordered deliberately, word by word.
Jiayi and Ade were both shocked.
Ade inquired, "Now... bring Miss Chu’s son to Disheng?"
"Yes, go and do it."
Ade dared not ask any more and turned to leave.
Huo Zhenyang glanced at the woman, "Can you now focus on being a maid with peace of mind?"
Jiayi, still somewhat shocked, thought this seemed to be the best solution. After thinking it through, she weakly called after Ade, "Wait a moment—"
Ade stopped and turned around, "What is it?"
Jiayi nervously glanced at Huo Zhenyang before she said to Ade, "Please, when you pick up Zaizai, bring his pacifier as well. Zaizai knows where it is. He’s used to that pacifier and hasn’t been able to wean off it, he might not be able to sleep without it. Oh, and... if it’s not too much trouble, could you bring his comic book from the bedside table too? Zaizai is used to looking at the comic book while listening to me tell a story before he sleeps..."
Ade couldn’t help but smile wryly, glancing at the Boss.
Huo Zhenyang’s handsome face fell, a pacifier, huh, as if his house was turned into a nursery. But he had already spoken, and could only snort coldly, "Bring them all."
Ade jogged downstairs.
Jiayi let out a sigh of relief, only to hear the man’s cold voice drift over, "Step outside and wait for my orders. I’ll call for you if I need anything."
As if anyone wanted to stay in his room!
She didn’t care about him. As long as Zaizai could come over, she would be at ease.
Jiayi walked out and gently closed the door behind her.
——
With fewer vehicles on the road at night and the sports car’s high speed, Ade had picked up Zaizai from the Fuyah Residential Area and arrived at Disheng within an hour.
Upon entering the villa area, the car slowed down.
Zaizai rested his little head against the car window, surveying the grand sight of Disheng Villa Area.
Wow—
All stand-alone big houses, red tiles and white walls, iron gates carved with beautiful designs, and each house equipped with a garden and a swimming pool outside!
Compared to the Fuyah Residential Area where he had lived from birth, this place was simply a fairytale wonderland.
That bad uncle actually lived in such a nice place!
His mommy had just called him, saying someone would come to pick him up, the driver of that bad uncle, and told him to be good on the way. She also warned him not to move about in the car, lest he scratched something again, because she couldn’t afford to pay for any damages.
Now at a glance, not just the car, but every brick and tile in this residential area looked so expensive.
After entering the villa, Ade stopped the car at the entrance, opened the door, and lifted Zaizai out to let him go in by himself.
Jiayi guessed that Zaizai would arrive soon, so she waited in the living room for a long time, only to see a little round bundle with a small backpack on his back. She quickly walked over with joy and picked up her son, planting a big kiss on him.
Zaizai looked around, his big eyes rolling non-stop.
If the sight inside the residential area had dazzled him, the decoration inside the villa was even more astonishing, making her little mouth gape: "Mommy, is this the bad uncle’s home——"
Fearing the man upstairs would hear, Jiayi covered Zaizai’s mouth and whispered, "No, this is someone else’s house that the uncle is staying in temporarily."
Zaizai gasped in amazement, "Wow, the bad uncle is really something, knowing such rich people."
Privately calling him ’bad uncle’ was one thing, but they were in that man’s house—if he heard, that wouldn’t be good. Jiayi quickly corrected, "You can’t call him bad uncle anymore. You know, we owe him money now, we can’t offend him. His surname is Huo, just call him Uncle Huo, got it?"
Zaizai bared his teeth, deliberately being naughty: "Huo—bad uncle."
The sounds for ’Huo’ and ’bad’ were the same in tone, so with his mouth wide open, ’Huo’ turned into ’bad’.
Jiayi, out of options, lightly flicked her little meatball’s nose. Just then, a stern, displeased voice came from upstairs: "Where is everyone? Pour me some water."
No sooner had the little ancestor arrived than the great ancestor upstairs started making a fuss again.
Jiayi quickly responded, "Coming, coming." She then pressed Zaizai down on the sofa, "You start looking at the comic books yourself, mommy has to go work and will be right back."
Zaizai nodded and watched as his mommy turned and hurried upstairs. His eyes, however, glittered with a trace of curiosity.
The bad uncle’s tone when he called for mommy to pour water just now—so fierce.
Now that he had come here, the bad uncle definitely wouldn’t be too happy; hopefully, he wouldn’t find a reason to bully mommy.
He tiptoed stealthily along the path his mommy had just taken, went upstairs, then quietly came to the bedroom door and lay against the wall behind it.
