Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 432 - 430: I’m Not That Impatient

His eyes were indifferent as he interrupted her attempt to save face, shrugging his shoulders, "Just like you see, I’m single but there are quite a few social activities, and I really do need a woman to attend to me closely. Instead of seeking out a PR lady every time, it’s more economical and reliable to have a long-term female companion. You’re single, and you have both a mother and son to support. I think we’re well-suited. You can name your price first."

Every time she compromised with herself, wasn’t it all because of money? She guessed this time would be no different.

Jiayi’s face turned from red to white, then to green.

She understood what he meant by "long-term female companion." Of course, it wasn’t an official girlfriend, but rather—

A shady sexual partner.

To put it more crudely, a fuck buddy!

Only, he would pay for it.

Who did he think he was? Was it really okay for him to insult someone like this?

However— he did seem to have the means to do so.

With his status as a bachelor, he might not be as eligible as the truly wealthy playboys, but he certainly wasn’t far off. Definitely considered a cost-effective man,—a management level executive in a big firm, with a generous annual salary, and his parents had a wealthy friend who lent him such a large villa to live in. It wasn’t surprising that he could make such a request.

She knew she didn’t have a good image in this man’s eyes, but she hadn’t expected him to humiliate her like this.

Was it because she hadn’t resisted last night that he looked down on her even more?

She suppressed the urge to storm out, "I admit, I wanted to earn some extra tuition money for Zaizai, which is why I agreed to your request last night, and on the other hand, I saw Mr. Huo was really in pain last night... But if what happened last night gave you the wrong impression, I can only say that I will not make that kind of mistake again during my time as a maid at Disheng, so Mr. Huo won’t have any further misunderstandings."

He slightly raised his eyelids, taking in the huffiness of the little woman before him, her cheeks flushed with a redness that seemed to add an indescribable charm compared to when she had just been asleep.

His lips curved inexplicably, with a smile spreading across his handsome face.

Jiayi felt somewhat crazed. What was this man smiling about! Was humiliating her really that amusing?

"Mr. Huo—"

"There’s no need to answer so quickly, I’m not in such a rush. Take your time to consider it."

His dark eyes flickered slightly like black opals, decisively interrupting her, too lazy to listen to her words.

Impatient? She blushed. Was this "impatient" really not that sort of impatient?

Consider? Consider my foot.

Jiayi’s teeth ached, but she felt somewhat relieved that he hadn’t pressed her. Otherwise, she really wanted to take off her shoe and hit him on the head with it.

"Then I’m leaving. Oh, and don’t forget to transfer the money to me." She lowered her head and turned to flee.

—*—

Having changed her clothes downstairs, Jiayi hurried toward the exit of the villa.

It was already bright outside, and thankfully, Fang Yao had given her and a few colleagues the day off, so there was no work for her today.

But after not returning home all night, Mom and Zaizai were probably worried. She had to hurry home.

As Jiayi went to the garage to prepare the car, she glanced at the faintly visible Minicooper inside and sighed again.

No wonder that man could say such things.

Her job was arranged by him, Zaizai’s kindergarten admission was helped along by him, even the car she used to get around was provided by him—

What’s even more important is that she still owed him a large debt.

All of the above debts and obligations were like mountains, one after the other. If she were that man, she could also issue orders and not take someone like herself seriously at all.

She gathered her spirits and continued towards the garage only to hear a familiar voice call out to her. She turned her head to see that it was Sister Hui.

Sister Hui had never shown her a good face, always keeping her guard up as though she was terrified she would seduce that man. Even with a generally poor attitude, she had never looked as bad as she did today.

Jiayi stopped in her tracks, "Sister Hui, is there something you need?"

Sister Hui walked over, her gaze unusually stern as she sized up the woman before her.

To say she was a woman felt inaccurate. It was more like looking at a girl.

If she didn’t know that the girl was a single mother, Sister Hui would think she was only eighteen or nineteen at most.

As for being stunningly beautiful, that wasn’t the case either. When it came to status and standing, she was even less suitable for the young master.

In the last few years in America, the young master frequented dinner parties and always had female companions. Plenty of daughters from wealthy business circles showed interest in him, not to mention the daughters of local Chinese tycoons.

The young woman in front of her had a delicate, pinkish face like an egg—a sign of youth, full and vibrant, with long lashes, big eyes, and small but plump cherry lips that were irresistible to kiss.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that she had managed to hook up with the young master?

Indeed, a woman who got pregnant and had a child in her teens—how could she not understand the minds of men? She must have her tricks and be quite skilled at flattering men, right?

Women like Tracy, who frequented those lively scenes, were of course on Sister Hui’s blacklist.

But Jiayi in front of her, Sister Hui was not willing to see her hook up with the young master either.

What were this woman’s merits or abilities?

Thinking this, Sister Hui couldn’t contain her anger any longer. Winning over the young master right under her nose was a direct affront to her dignity.

In the past few years, as the young master was recuperating in America, the entire Huo Family had settled there too. The old master had even planned to spend his twilight years there without any thoughts of returning to his homeland.

Huo Zhenyang’s return to the country caused the old master great anxiety, especially concerning his postoperative condition. He had given Sister Hui endless reminders to keep a close watch on Huo Zhenyang and to advise him in case of any concerns.

Thus, within the villa, Sister Hui wasn’t just a housekeeper or a nanny, she was akin to an elder.

With that thought in mind, Sister Hui no longer hesitated. She stepped forward a few paces, her tone openly mocking,

"You don’t know what I want to talk to you about? Last night, Mr. Huo drank alcohol and was used to your care. It’s one thing for you to stay overnight, but how shameless must you be to take the opportunity to climb into his bed? Do you remember what I told you on your first day here at the Disheng Villa? Have you forgotten so quickly? I told you not to even think about those crooked ideas. Did you not take it to heart?"

She understood now. Sister Hui must have come upstairs in the morning and seen the scene in the bedroom. She explained, "It’s not what you’re thinking with Mr. Huo. Last night he had a terrible headache, even asked me to get him some medicine. After he took it, he just..."

Her voice grew softer and then she stopped, feeling somewhat amused.

What could she say? Say that he wasn’t feeling well and wanted someone to warm his bed, so he pulled her onto the bed as a human cushion?

Saying this out loud would make her feel disgraced; she didn’t want to be laughed at by Sister Hui again.

After a pause, she lifted her head up high, her voice resolute, "Regardless, I did not climb into his bed, and nothing happened between Mr. Huo and me. I don’t need to explain. Let’s leave it at that!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and walked away.

She had only taken a few steps when Sister Hui’s cold taunts hit her from behind.