Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 395 - 393 Have you stayed abroad?

Zaizai said loudly, "I didn’t disturb Uncle Huo, it was Uncle Huo who changed the channel for me. Uncle Huo even applied medicine for me." As he spoke, he pointed at his little buttocks.

Jiayi instinctively squatted down to check Zaizai’s buttocks, "What happened? Did you fall? Why didn’t you tell mommy?" As she pulled down her son’s pants, she saw there indeed were some bruises, but fortunately, they weren’t very severe, and since they had already been treated with ointment, she breathed a sigh of relief.

This angle was too tricky, Zaizai himself definitely couldn’t have applied the ointment, was it really that man who did it?

She froze, wondering how their relationship had suddenly become so good.

Looking down, she saw Zaizai winking at her, and she immediately understood—it was Zaizai who had been clinging to the man on purpose.

This little meatball probably heard what she said earlier, got scared, and wanted to make up with him.

She was worried that Zaizai might annoy the man if he clung on for too long. It would be better to stop while it was still appropriate. She coaxed, "Mmm, but it’s getting late now, you can’t watch anymore. Mommy will take you to sleep, okay? Say goodnight to uncle."

Zaizai nodded his head, waving his fleshy little hand, "Bye-bye Uncle, goodnight."

Huo Zhenyang slightly lifted his head but didn’t speak, though his eyebrows relaxed a bit.

It seemed that showing weakness was still effective, compared to that King of Hell-like face from before, his current expression at least looked like that of a normal human being.

Zaizai exchanged a knowing glance with mommy, signaling that this approach was working.

Jiayi carried Zaizai to the maid’s room, tucked him in, closed the door, then went to the living room. After thinking for a bit, she said, "Mr. Huo, I’m sorry for the trouble Zaizai caused you today. Also, I know Zaizai did something very wrong, first scratching your car, and then drawing turtles on your sheets and your facial injury—but please, could Mr. Huo not hold a grudge against Zaizai?"

Hold a grudge?

Huo Zhenyang put down his tablet, a trace of amused laughter curling around his lips. Just what kind of image did he have in this young woman’s mind for her to think that he would—hold a grudge against a toddler?

He really didn’t have that much free time.

"Do I really look that petty?" The man’s tone barely contained his extreme displeasure.

Jiayi blurted out in response to his sharp gaze, "Mmm."

Huo Zhenyang’s face darkened.

Jiayi quickly tried to rectify, "Not petty, it’s just that Zaizai is too young to handle being scared by Mr. Huo. Maybe to Mr. Huo, it’s just a casual word or action, but for a child, it can be a psychological shadow..."

Her voice grew weaker as she spoke, and she had the feeling that the more she spoke, the more inappropriate it sounded, like she was scolding the man.

A psychological shadow? As if he was some big bad wolf.

Huo Zhenyang, seeing her head getting lower and lower until she finally fell silent, went from angry to bemused, a hint of mockery in his voice, "You don’t need to worry, the little fatty is psychologically much stronger than you, his mother. If he’s raised well, he might even achieve great things. It’s just a pity that he’s stuck with a mother who doesn’t know how to educate, at which point it would be hard to say."

Jiayi secretly curled her lip; scoff. I can’t educate, but you can? At least I’ve given birth to and raised a child. What about you, an old bachelor, all alone, what right do you have to talk to me about parenting?

"What now, are you cursing me out again?" His deep eyes flashed coldly, piercing through her thoughts. Even as a mother, she still seemed quite naive in his eyes.

Jiayi drew a sharp breath, "No, I wasn’t cursing you."

The man on the sofa, eyes sharp as a sword, knew in his presence, no thoughts could hide. She quickly changed the subject, "I’ve made the new bedsheets upstairs, Mr. Huo can go rest anytime now. Oh, and the hangover soup is also placed on the nightstand next to Mr. Huo’s bed. You can drink some before sleep, it should make tomorrow’s hangover better."

Having said that, she turned around and prepared to continue to the washroom to wash the bed sheets, but before she had taken two steps, she heard the man’s voice from behind:

"Have you lived abroad?"

Jiayi’s footsteps halted, and as she turned around, she found herself facing Huo Zhenyang’s sharp and perceptive eyes.

Ever since she became pregnant with Xiaobao and returned to her ancestral home in Yunling City with her mom, they had tacitly agreed not to mention anything about their time in S Country.

In these four years, the neighbors, colleagues, and friends around them never seemed to realize that they had returned from abroad. They simply thought of them as an ordinary mother and daughter who had moved to Yunling City from another part of China.

"Mr. Huo... why do you ask so suddenly?" She was very astonished.

Huo Zhenyang saw that she seemed to be on guard and had misunderstood his intention, and his handsome brows raised slightly, "Don’t worry, I’m not interested in you and I’m not trying to pry. I just noticed that Zaizai hasn’t started kindergarten yet and I guess you might not have the financial means to hire a private tutor for him. Yet, his English is very fluent and the accent doesn’t seem like a native Chinese speaker’s, so I just asked casually."

So that was it... Jiayi responded perfunctorily, "Uh, no. Both my mom and I are pretty good at English. We’ve been teaching him English since he was young. Children have a strong gift for languages, they just pick it up, and as for the accent... maybe it’s because children’s pronunciation is a bit strange, and Mr. Huo misunderstood it as a foreign accent."

Huo Zhenyang saw that she seemed to be avoiding something and didn’t want to admit that she had lived abroad, so he didn’t bother to ask further.

He set down his business tablet and stood up, his body straight and tall: "You should go back to sleep." With that, he adjusted his cuffs and walked straight upstairs.

By the time he returned to the bedroom, the sky had darkened.

As soon as Huo Zhenyang entered the room, he smelled warmth in the air. The bed was already made with brand-new, soft sheets, and on the bedside table, a bowl of hot soup for sobering up was emitting steam.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his head still feeling a bit heavy.

When he was in America, Dr. Kevin, who had performed his surgery, had warned him to drink less, because alcohol could stimulate the blood vessels and possibly cause post-surgery discomfort.

Post-surgery discomfort could cause unbearable headaches and loss of consciousness.

This was also why, every time he drank, Ade and Sister Hui would personally stay with him until he woke up from his drunken stupor, to ensure his safety.

However, today, the headache after drinking wasn’t too bad.

Seeing the young woman’s tired face and knowing she still had to take care of that restless Little Meatball, he didn’t want to trouble her to stay up with him.

His gaze indifferent, he pulled open the drawer, poured a white pill from the container into his palm, and, using the soup for sobering up, swallowed it down.

——*——

The next morning, Jiayi woke up before dawn.

This was her first time spending the night at Disheng, and with Zaizai too.

She had thought that Little Meatball would have trouble sleeping in a strange place, but to her surprise, when she finished her work and returned to the servant’s room last night, Little Meatball was already deep asleep, drooling away and sleeping even more soundly than at home; he hadn’t even needed his pacifier.

Jiayi was amazed; Little Meatball was usually very fussy about where he slept.

There had been a few occasions when she and her mom had taken Zaizai on short trips, but in those inns, Zaizai never slept well.

This time, at Disheng Villa, Zaizai didn’t seem to feel out of place at all.