Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 416 - 414 Buying Battle Attire

Jiayi came to her senses, fumbling to open the car window and sticking her head out, taking a few deep breaths to calm her mind.

His brows deeply furrowed, he realized something was truly amiss with her, "What’s wrong?"

Jiayi settled back into her seat, her complexion had mostly returned to normal, but her voice was still a bit slurred, "It’s nothing."

How could she explain it...

That for years she had been haunted by strange dreams, with scenes and figures that filled her with fear and an inexplicable desire to get closer, and now, he somehow gave her that same sense of the dreams?

Wouldn’t people laugh their heads off at her?

She wasn’t that close to him, either.

Seeing that she didn’t want to say more, Huo Zhenyang didn’t ask further.

The inside of the car returned to silence, continuing to drive along the road.

Jiayi leaned on the window sill, watching the urban neon lights flickering along the road, familiar billboards, as well as the hurried figures and voices of people on their way home, and her mood calmed down.

Not until the car reached the center of the downtown area did Huo Zhenyang suddenly speak, "Stop the car."

The car screeched to a halt, parking by the neon-lit roadside.

Before Jiayi could react, her wrist was seized by him; he pulled her out of the car, and when she looked up, her vision was filled with brightly lit backlit billboards.

The towering building in front of her was Yunling City’s largest department store.

"What are we doing?" she asked, a bit stunned.

"How can you be my companion dressed like that? I’m taking you to buy battle attire."

Huo Zhenyang glanced at her and took hold of her wrist firmly, entering the department store.

He headed straight to the clothing counters upstairs, scanning around to see numerous top-tier brands.

Huo Zhenyang spotted a familiar women’s clothing brand and led the little lady inside.

Jiayi followed the man, walking in behind him, and without looking, she could smell a distinctive aroma.

The name of that aroma was just two words: exorbitant price.

A distinguished and calm man, dressed in a custom-tailored Armani suit, walked in, and the two sales associates immediately approached him, bowing deeply at ninety degrees, "Mr. Huo is here."

Jiayi couldn’t help but glance at him.

So he was a regular at this luxury store?

But this store only sold women’s clothing... Had he brought women here to shop?

Zhenyang’s long legs carried him into the store.

The previous few times he had Tracy accompany him and after the dinner parties, seeing that she performed well, he had brought Tracy to this store a few times to pick out clothes as an extra reward.

Although he had only been here once or twice, the store was not big, and he was already quite familiar with it.

The sales associates had thought Mr. Huo was accompanied by Miss Tracy again today, but upon closer inspection, it seemed not to be Tracy, making them pause in surprise.

On seeing the young woman behind the man clearly, the two sales associates were even more astonished.

Of course, it wasn’t any news that rich people changed their female companions, but—

The young woman Mr. Huo brought today wore a T-shirt and jeans, a common brand you’d see everywhere, utterly incongruous with the elegant attire of the man with her.

She couldn’t compare to the way Miss Tracy dressed, not in the slightest.

However, the sales staff still professionally approached him, "Mr. Huo, good day. How may I assist you today?"

Huo Zhenyang turned his face and glanced at the timid little woman behind him, who hadn’t stepped forward, "Aren’t you coming in?"

"Mr. Huo, isn’t this place too expensive?"

Jiayi muttered softly, glancing at the long dress in the glass showcase. The price on the tag was strikingly clear, and it startled her.

What kind of absurd dress is this, just a random dress and yet it demands her annual salary?

Huo Zhenyang, impatient, strode over to her, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside.

She was dragged into the boutique by him and heard the man command authoritatively, "Prepare an outfit suitable for a dinner event for her."

"Yes, Mr. Huo." Without a word, two sales staff eagerly surrounded Jiayi and walked her to the back room.

Shortly after, the sales staff brought over several sets of the season’s styles and recommended, "These pieces are all newly-arrived evening dresses and are currently the highlights of our store. You can go into the fitting room to try them on."

Jiayi took them, one by one, and inspected them. They were of fine quality and trendy, but upon seeing the price tag, she gasped. They were several times more expensive than what she had seen in the showcase earlier.

After thinking it over, she pushed the clothes back, "No need, I will look by myself."

Even though the man was buying this dress just for the sake of appearances, she still didn’t dare to spend his money carelessly.

Such an expensive evening dress, what if she damaged it somewhere, and the man, in a fit of discontent, demanded her to compensate?

To accept favors is to forfeit freedom; better to pick something less pricey for safety!

Even if something truly happened, at least she could afford the compensation.

The two sales staff exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disdain, yet they could only follow behind Jiayi as she began to choose.

In such a large store, there were not many dresses that met Jiayi’s criteria -- neither too shabby to embarrass the man nor too expensive.

Finally, after much effort, she chose a white dress.

Yes, the style might not be new, but it was a classic that wouldn’t go out of fashion, and most importantly -- it was the cheapest.

Without hesitation, Jiayi told the sales staff, "I’ll take this one."

The sales staff looked at the dress and their lips twitched. They thought they had caught a big spender and could earn a hefty commission with a casual recommendation of a seasonal piece, but it turned out there was a penny-pinching ghost dragging them down, reluctant to spend money.

"Miss, this garment is quite an old style, from the first half of last year. It really doesn’t suit you. Why not try on the dresses I selected for you just now?"

"Miss Tracy always chooses the latest arrivals when she comes with Mr. Huo."

The sales staff were persistent in their efforts.

So he had brought that public relations girl, Tracy, here before.

Match him? Forget it, that only solidified Jiayi’s determination to avoid the seasonal styles.

Jiayi went into the fitting room, changed into the dress, and came out.

The two sales staff had been muttering under their breaths outside the fitting room. When the door opened, a pleasant fragrance wafted out.

The voices of the two sales staff abruptly stopped.

The young woman, who had shed her T-shirt and jeans, was draped in a white V-neck dress. The delicate fabric clung beautifully to her skin, wrapping around her graceful and petite frame, her slender, fair neck, delicate collarbones, and straight, proportionate legs.

She was not the kind to blind onlookers with dazzling, seductive beauty on first sight, but she possessed an ageless face, skin like congealed fat, youthful, full apple cheeks, clear eyes like water, long lashes like those of an exquisitely made doll, lips with a natural small curve, slightly upturned, plump as jelly, sweet and serene.

Wearing this last-season white dress, she embodied innocence and elegance, defining what it meant to be perfect.