Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 431 - 429: Women with Weaknesses are the Most Adorable
He was no naive boy inexperienced in the ways of the world, and he certainly knew that the petite woman before him was a temptress.
He couldn’t help but furrow his brows thoughtfully, wondering why he hadn’t noticed before.
Perhaps it was their initial encounter that had left a bad impression on him, leading him to misjudge her.
Huo Zhenyang’s mind suddenly recalled the proposal Shangguan Xiong made last night, teasingly suggesting that he could keep her on a long-term basis.
His business in Yunling City had grown considerably, and he often had to come here, so having a woman to warm his bed wouldn’t be so bad.
At this moment, Jiayi turned over in her sleep, murmuring something.
Because the man’s arms no longer restrained her, she stretched comfortably in her sleep, her face flushing red like a freshly peeled egg or a flower just moistened by rain, incredibly delicate.
Youth was indeed a wonderful thing.
She had accompanied him to his yacht last night and then, after returning to the Disheng side, had bustled about taking care of him all night long; yet after only a few hours of sleep, her face showed no signs of exhaustion, looking like a bright red apple that tempted one to bite into it and swallow it whole.
Huo Zhenyang narrowed his eyes slightly.
During these years in America, there had been no shortage of female companions at every business dinner and cocktail party—Western, Asian, countless women following one after another.
Yet he had never felt a stirring of his heart quite like he did at this moment.
He couldn’t deny that she was his type, very much to his taste.
His gaze darkened and filled with teasing intent as he subconsciously reached out his hand, his fingers lightly tracing her neck.
As his long and distinctly masculine rough fingertips slid over her skin, she murmured in her sleep and reflexively moved a little, like an immature butterfly that had just grown out of its larval stage.
This mixed a hint of interest into his gaze—
Perhaps Shangguan Xiong’s proposal wasn’t a bad idea after all?
At that moment, someone gently knocked on the bedroom door.
"Young Master..." The voice of the housekeeper, Mrs. Hui, came through the door.
Mrs. Hui saw a faint light in Huo Zhenyang’s room had turned on and knew that, as usual, he had woken up early; she came upstairs to check if he needed anything.
As she peeked in, Mrs. Hui saw the scene in the bedroom and was stunned.
Jiayi hadn’t left last night and was actually still there—in Huo Zhenyang’s bed?
Though Jiayi was still in her maid’s attire, her clothes were disordered, and her long hair fell around her shoulders; Mrs. Hui couldn’t fathom what she had done with the young master.
This woman, had she climbed into the young master’s bed?!
Mrs. Hui was absolutely certain Huo Zhenyang had not initiated this; there could only be one reason, and that was the woman seducing the young master.
"She—" Mrs. Hui began, a look of resentment on her face.
Huo Zhenyang immediately looked towards Mrs. Hui, his brows lightly furrowed, clearly unhappy about being interrupted while he was observing the petite woman; he made a silencing gesture and then said, "You go down first."
Mrs. Hui was even more shocked. He had always been quite cold to Jiayi before; was he now worried about waking her up?
Mrs. Hui had taken care of Huo Zhenyang for several years in America and had never seen him so concerned about a woman.
"But—" Mrs. Hui began, pointing at Jiayi on the bed, hesitating, her face turning red.
Mrs. Hui was the butler who had followed Huo Zhenyang back from America; she didn’t want to see just any woman crawling into her master’s bed.
Thinking about the old master’s admonitions before leaving America, she felt even more confident that it was her duty to monitor the young master’s private life in China.
"I said, go out." Huo Zhenyang’s tone suddenly became deep, like it was rising from the depths of hell, sending shivers down the spine, leaving no room for sentiment.
His voice was hoarse and abrupt, not loud, but that did not mean he was preserving Mrs. Hui’s dignity, simply because he did not want to wake the small woman in his bed.
Mrs. Hui knew that his tone was no joke, dared not say anything more, glanced at the little person sleeping soundly on the bed with indignation, gently closed the door, and went downstairs.
Huo Zhenyang was disturbed by Sister Hui’s sudden interruption, ruining his interest in continuing his study of this little woman. He got up lazily and headed for the bathroom first.
...
The morning light was slowly rising.
With the flutter of her eyelashes, Jiayi woke up. After regaining consciousness, she sat up from the bed with a bang!
Looking around, there was no mistake; she was still at the Disheng Villa, still in his bedroom.
She—had indeed spent the night in the embrace of a man.
Looking down at herself, hmm, all good...just sleeping, that’s all.
She breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart tightened again. However, where was he?
She looked beside her; the sheets were slightly messy, but there was no one there.
She hopped out of bed, slipped on her shoes and just then, the sound of the water faucet came from the bathroom.
A few seconds later, the door made a noise, and Huo Zhenyang, freshly washed and dressed, emerged from the bathroom in a fine white shirt and trousers.
Last night was one thing, but now, in the broad daylight, seeing him made Jiayi’s face heat up, and she didn’t dare meet his gaze, suddenly at a loss for words.
It was strange—two people who weren’t that familiar with each other had slept in each other’s arms like the closest of couples...
She stammered, "You... I..."
Huo Zhenyang, casually rolling up his sleeves and looking up as if nothing was wrong, commanded her in simple words: "Go wash up."
Jiayi, seeing her disheveled appearance, bit her lip, and since he had taken the initiative to speak, she rushed into the bathroom of his bedroom.
Once she had tidied up, Jiayi walked out to find him already sitting on the sofa. His tall figure, in the early morning light that was just beginning to show, looked as vigorous as an eagle, showing no signs of the previous night’s painful headache.
After thinking it over, she still couldn’t help herself: "Mr. Huo, do you have some health issues? What is that medicine for?"
Huo Zhenyang sat with his hands crossed and elbows on his knees, his eyes fixed on the little woman’s face: "Do you think just because I slept with you, we’re close enough for you to pry into my private affairs?"
Her neck and face flushed red instantly: "That’s not what I meant. Fine, I won’t ask."
What does he mean ’he slept with her’?
They didn’t do anything!
This was the first and the last time.
She didn’t feel like saying much more: "Well, I’ll be leaving now. Also, Mr. Huo, don’t forget about my money... it’s a total of 18,000. My bank card number—Ade should know it."
Huo Zhenyang’s lips curled into a faint, almost imperceptible smile, remembering to remind him to make the payment.
Although he admitted that he was beginning to take an interest in her, and she was to his liking, this little woman’s nature was still unabashedly mercenary, which really didn’t match her appearance.
But, mercenary...?
That might be good.
Women with weaknesses were the loveliest, after all.
Watching her turn towards the bedroom door, he lightly stroked his sleeve and called out with a clear voice, "Name your price."
Jiayi halted in her steps, not understanding his meaning: "What... what price?"
Huo Zhenyang spoke indifferently: "To keep you, how much would it cost?"
She almost choked to death on her own breath and it took her a moment to recover, nearly blurting out you must be sick, but instead laughed out of sheer frustration:
"Are you joking, Mr. Huo? Oh right, I remember you said joking is the most time-wasting thing in this world. Fine, I’ll assume you’re still not well and are talking nonsense. I’ll pretend I didn’t hear—"
