Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 417 - 415: Stunning

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes casually drifted over, suddenly fixating on the petite woman. His pupils shimmered with a glint of amazement.

It must be said, the naturally youthful-looking woman suited that white dress immensely.

The purity of white and the naturalness of the cotton mesh fabric made her appear like a sweet and innocent girl of seventeen or eighteen, utterly belying the fact that she was a young mom with a three or four-year-old child.

Only her proud and prominent curves testified that she was no longer a naive young girl.

Tonight’s outfit change truly seemed to transform her.

Typically, whenever she came to the villa, she’d be in a simple T-shirt and jeans, and even on those two occasions when he saw her in Yundu, she was just wearing the most common wrap dress and white blouse, nothing innovative.

Today’s attire, however, significantly altered the man’s impression, stopping him in his tracks in admiration!

Indeed, as a clothing designer, she knew how to showcase her beauty to its fullest extent.

His breathing grew slightly fervent but was quickly reined in as he chuckled to himself about his brief lapse of composure.

After a moment, his gaze intensively swept over the little woman, and he frowned slightly, "Is this the best dress your store has?"

His sharp eyes recognized at a glance that it probably wasn’t the season’s latest.

A salesperson quickly said, "Mr. Huo, we did recommend the new seasonal collection, but this lady insisted on making her own selection."

During the conversation, the salesperson couldn’t help but sneak another peek at Jiayi, admitting that she looked rather fitting in the dress, yet still somewhat scornful of her taste for not opting for the season’s latest.

Another salesperson chimed in, lifting their chin, "It seems that this lady isn’t a regular shopper at our store. Now, all the socialites in town prefer the seasonal styles. Like before when Tracy accompanied Mr. Huo here, she always chose something from the new collection."

"Mr. Huo has a great eye for fashion, perhaps you could persuade this lady to try some of our current season’s offerings."

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The two of them went on and on with their comments.

The quality of the luxury store’s sales staff was still quite decent though both refrained from overt remarks; between the lines, however, their contempt and disdain for Jiayi was unmistakably apparent.

By complimenting his taste, weren’t they sarcastically criticizing her for liking an out-of-season dress?

Even though Jiayi was aware of the sales staff’s resentment towards her, being in front of that certain person now made her feel somewhat embarrassed.

Huo Zhenyang’s piercing gaze scanned over, sizing up the little woman with sharp and intense scrutiny, not missing a single corner.

Jiayi felt flustered under his gaze and saw his stern scrutiny, pulling at the hem of her dress while her palms began to sweat.

Huo Zhenyang looked at the two salespeople and raised his eyebrows, "I think this dress is very nice."

His gaze shifted toward Jiayi, and unexpectedly he raised his palm, extending it to her.

Everyone was taken aback, especially Jiayi, but she understood what the man’s gesture meant.

Under the public gaze, she took a few steps toward him, lifting her hand and slowly placing it into his palm.

He pulled her gently to sit beside him on the sofa, his eyes deep, his voice tender, "Baby, good choice, very much to my liking."

Then, looking toward the two salespeople, "Don’t you agree?" His tone carried a trace of coolness, encompassing an indescribable weight that was subtly intimidating.

Ba—Baby? Jiayi’s breath hitched.

The sales associates over there fell silent and nodded, bowing obsequiously, "We think, indeed, this young lady has very good taste."

"Yeah, anyone can pick out the expensive things, but it’s impressive to choose the most suitable one."

The way they changed their tune was indeed quite fast...

Jiayi couldn’t help but look up in surprise at someone, not expecting him to help her save face.

Huo Zhenyang stood up, pulling out a titanium alloy black card from his suit, and handed it over to the sales associate crisply:

"It’s getting late, let’s just go with this."

Jiayi breathed out a sigh of relief.

After the card was swiped, the sales associate held it respectfully with both hands and returned it to Huo Zhenyang: "Mr. Huo, take care, and welcome back next time."

Huo Zhenyang cast a glance at her: "Let’s go."

"Am I just going to wear this and leave directly?" Jiayi glanced at her white dress involuntarily. Although it was a simple evening gown, wasn’t going out like this too ostentatious?

"What else? Do you want to change after getting in the car?" The man’s lips curved slightly in amusement, his tone unabashedly playful.

Jiayi’s face grew hot, she took a breath and dared not say anything more, following behind the man as they left the counter.

When they took the elevator down, she couldn’t help but lean in two steps, drawing close to the man’s robust side: "Just now... thank you, Mr. Huo, for your help."

He certainly knew what she was thanking him for; an elegant smile tugged at the corner of his lips, revealing not joy, but a cold glint: "The face you were about to lose was mine; how could I not help? Maybe I didn’t make it clear, but when you are with me, please don’t mind the price tags. Your country-bumpkin-comes-to-the-city behavior was quite disrespectful."

If the dress hadn’t indeed suited her, he wouldn’t have bothered to speak up and would have immediately had the sales associate take her in to change it.

Trying to simply say thank you out of kindness, she ended up being lectured instead. Did this man really have to be so fond of scolding people? Jiayi stuck out her tongue and followed behind him with her head down. However, as they neared the exit, she couldn’t help remembering the most important matter: "Mr. Huo, about this dress..."

As the little woman’s voice trailed off, he seemed to understand her intention, the chill around his lips growing more intense: "Rest assured, you need not pay for it, nor will it be deducted from your salary."

That put her mind at ease.

Jiayi felt much relieved and seized the opportunity to probe further, following behind like a little dog: "So after tonight, will Mr. Huo take back the dress?"

He truly was at his wits’ end with the woman’s penny-pinching ways. The coldness faded momentarily, replaced by an amused expression: "Why would I want back a dress that you’ve worn?"

Jiayi was overjoyed. Although the dress was an older style, it was worth several months of her salary.

After tonight, she could sell it to a second-hand luxury goods store for a good sum of money, and along with the fee for accompanying tonight—Zaizai’s tuition and living expenses for the year would no longer be a concern.

The two of them walked out of the department store and hadn’t yet boarded the car when Huo Zhenyang stopped and turned around, his gaze settling on her face.

Jiayi was still immersed in the joy of making money, and it took a few seconds for the realization to hit her: "Mr. Huo, what’s the matter?"

He frowned slightly: "Is there something wrong with your hairstyle? Do you want to go to the salon and change it?"

She had changed her clothes and shoes, but her hair was still the same, tied in the simple ponytail she wore while working in the villa.

Jiayi responded with an "Oh," unconcerned, and lifted her hands to let down her ponytail.

As the hairband loosened, her black, seaweed-like hair cascaded down, draping on either side and making her delicate, alabaster cheeks appear even more tender and refined, perfectly matching the small white gown with not a hint of discord.

She looked like a sprite who had fallen into the city’s nightscape, causing a sudden stir in the man’s serene gaze.