Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 415 - 413: It feels like a dream...

"Yeah, I’m rushing a design draft for a client, it’s almost over, there’s a lot to do to wrap up."

Huo Zhenyang narrowed his eyes and couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the woman beside him; she looked like a tender rabbit but didn’t even blush when lying through her teeth.

Xia Tingxuan also knew her daughter had recently taken over the UA case, so she didn’t say much more, "Alright, take care of yourself. Work for a while then take a break, don’t overdo the night work... Ah, Zaizai, why are you pulling Grandma’s hand... Hey, Jiayi, haha, the child insists on speaking with you. I’m handing him the phone; you two chat."

Jiayi was surprised and then heard the thudding of footsteps on the other end of the line, followed by a "bang" as the door closed and the environment became very quiet. Then her son’s childish voice came through:

"Mommy, I’m alone in the room now, Grandma’s not here."

Jiayi was taken aback, "So what, Little Ancestor?"

"Now you can tell me the truth, right? Are you really working overtime?" Zaizai was certain Mommy was lying.

Jiayi felt helpless, "Mommy is really working overtime." This wasn’t really lying to her son; after all, she was working overtime, just accompanying others to dinner as a form of overtime, all in the name of making money.

Huo Zhenyang suddenly became more teasing, leaning towards the right, and before Jiayi could come back to her senses, he spoke into the phone in a deep voice, "Your mommy really is working overtime."

Upon hearing this, Zaizai bristled, "Mommy, you are indeed with godfather. Why aren’t you coming home? Are you going to stay with godfather all night? What are you guys going to do!"

"Zaizai, I’ve told you, don’t just call someone godfather..." Jiayi’s voice was filled with guilt as she used a scolding tone to dodge her son’s barrage of questions.

Huo Zhenyang obviously heard the words ’godfather’; his lips moved slightly. He had casually mentioned it at the kindergarten, and now the kid was really taking it and climbing up the pole.

How could he not see that Little Meatball was deliberately trying to cozy up to him to make him treat that little woman better?

However, Little Meatball was indeed showing some promising talents.

More importantly, he rather enjoyed Zaizai calling him that, using his gaze to stop the little woman from scolding Zaizai and indicating it didn’t matter to him.

Fine then, if Mommy won’t talk, he’d ask Uncle Bad. In a wheedling voice he said, "Then I want to talk to godfather, give him the phone."

Jiayi flatly refused, "No, Mommy’s hanging up!"

"If Mommy dares hang up, I’ll tell Grandma you’re with godfather and not coming home all night."

Zaizai didn’t want to threaten Mommy, but thinking about her being with Uncle Bad, he just couldn’t feel at ease. Sigh, what a heart-wrenchingly worrisome mom.

Jiayi clenched her teeth, "Chu Zhuoting, are you threatening Mommy?"

"Mommy, I don’t want to! Give the phone to godfather; we can still get along well." Zaizai was already eager, resorting to both threats and inducements.

Jiayi took a deep breath, left with no choice but to look towards the man beside her, "Mr. Huo... Zaizai wants to talk to you."

Huo Zhenyang didn’t reject the offer and hooked his lips into a casual smile as he took over the phone, "Hello."

Zaizai’s authoritative tone from before immediately melted away, replaced by a milky, childlike voice, "Godfather, you’re with my mommy, huh."

"Mhm."

"Why won’t you let Mommy come home?" The childish voice sounded even more pitiful.

"I’m not stopping your mother from coming home; she’s doing it voluntarily, you know." The man peered teasingly at the little woman beside him, clearly interested.

His words seemed to spark, raising the temperature in the car by several degrees. Even if a child couldn’t understand the implication, Jiayi sensed a hint of deliberate teasing.

She clenched her fists.

Zaizai continued to inquire, "Mommy’s not coming home tonight because she’s cleaning at godfather’s place?"

Huo Zhenyang chuckled, "Your mommy’s job tonight isn’t cleaning; she’s accompanying me to do something else."

Jiayi bit her teeth.

Zaizai asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Huo Zhenyang’s lips pursed; in the neon colors along the road, a charming and slightly sinister luster emerged: "There are things little kids shouldn’t ask about or learn."

Going on a yacht, attending a cocktail party, drinking—indeed, such activities are not suitable for children.

The remark became even more ambiguous.

A warmth rushed to Jiayi’s nose. Biting her lower lip, she finally couldn’t hold back any longer, snatching the phone from the man’s hand, "Zaizai, don’t think too much, Mummy will come back as soon as possible tonight, you mustn’t tell grandma too much, and go to sleep early, okay?"

Zaizai’s voice sounded somewhat muffled, and as he spoke, a cry crept into it: "Mummy, will goddad bully you...?"

With only Mummy and the bad uncle together, he still felt somewhat uneasy.

Jiayi realized she had frightened her son and glared hard at the idle man beside her. Trying to keep her tone light and soft, she reassured him, "Don’t be paranoid, how could that be—others are here too, you know, Uncle Ade—" She quickly stretched the phone towards the driver’s seat, bringing it close to Ade’s ear.

Uncle Ade laughed helplessly as he drove, greeting the child, "Hi, Zaizai. I’m Uncle Ade."

Zaizai finally breathed a sigh of relief. So Uncle Ade was there too, not just the bad uncle and Mummy. That made him feel much more at ease!

Uncle Ade seemed very honest. When he took him to the Disheng Villa Area that day, he told jokes along the way, too. He was a good person; with him there, nothing should happen to Mummy.

Jiayi comforted him a few more times and, seeing that Zaizai was less worried, she hung up the phone.

After hanging up, the car fell into a silence so stifling it could suffocate someone.

A few minutes later, Jiayi spoke up: "Mr. Huo, could you please not say such things in front of Zaizai in the future? You don’t know how smart and grown-up he is. He understands when you talk like that, and it scares him."

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

In the driver’s seat, Ade’s heart skipped a beat. Miss Chu had never spoken to the Boss with that tone. For her son, she was indeed going all out.

But—given the Boss’s temper, no one had ever spoken to him like that before. He was probably angry, too.

Sure enough, Huo Zhenyang’s face fell as he leaned forward.

Jiayi froze. What was he going to do?

Not until he had cornered this little woman into the corner of the car door, leaving her no escape, did he stop with his long arm propped on the cushion, his nose tip facing her pink face, merely three centimeters away:

"Have you forgotten your current status again?"

The man’s breath spilled on her face. For a moment, there was a strangely familiar sensation.

This feeling was identical to the experience that persistent nightmare had given her, one that had lingered for years.

In the dream, that shadow loomed, cornering her until she had nowhere to run—

A dangerous and intense possessiveness enveloped her.

Just like this moment.

"Ah—" She involuntarily opened her mouth slightly, a soft cry escaping her as if in a dream, realizing her back was drenched; she suddenly sat up straight.

He moved back, straightening his custom Armani suit, his eyes coldly fixed on the little woman in front of him who seemed terrified.

Playing the victim? This mother and son, truly cut from the same cloth!

He had done nothing. Did she have to look at him as if he was a monster?