Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 436 - 434: The Absolute Regal Demeanor

It must be said that the pose was very charming.

She seemed to always, unintentionally, display her unique beauty, yet she herself was blissfully unaware.

As the bathtub filled with hot water, the bathroom fogged up with steam, shrouding her with a misty, hazy allure from his perspective.

He slightly lifted his chin, his breathing slightly more rugged in the humid bathroom, and walked straight in.

Jiayi finally heard the heavy footsteps approaching and turned around to meet the man’s eyes, which were of varying depths.

He had changed into a white bathrobe, loosely open at the wide chest, revealing strong, muscular lines, commanding and majestic by nature.

"Mr. Huo, you came upstairs so quickly..." she stammered.

"It’s not that I’m fast, it’s that you’re too slow," he said bluntly, with a rare hint of tease on his lips.

She suddenly realized that he had been standing at the bathroom door all along, watching her. Remembering her own actions, and her wet appearance, her face turned red.

Her hand trembled subconsciously, and the hose in her hand went "bang" as it fell into the bathtub, splashing her face with water.

The water blurred her eyes, and on her tender pink face, she looked like a drowned kitten, bedraggled yet pitiable.

Before she could rub her eyes, he frowned displeasedly.

This little woman just couldn’t seem to do anything properly.

His large hand lifted, and his fingertips naturally wiped the water droplets off her face.

The movement was so natural, as if he were wiping a doll or a pet of his own.

She instinctively tried to dodge, but his long fingers tightly pinched her delicate jaw, holding her still, and commanded in a deep voice, "Don’t move."

The man’s fingertips were slightly rough and had a unique texture as he wiped the water off her face, tracing her brows, eyes, nose, and mouth, sending sparks all over her body.

That feeling from her dreams came again—dangerous, yet strangely reliant.

It was like a sweet poison, making her want to escape, yet she couldn’t help herself.

Why did this man always remind her of that dream—But before she could ponder further, like a startled rabbit, she pushed him away abruptly after he wiped her face dry, "I’ve made the bed, and the water is ready... I’m leaving."

With that, she rushed out of the bathroom.

Exiting the man’s bedroom, she closed the door behind her, leaned against it, and caught her breath for a few moments—it felt as though she had just escaped from a dangerous swamp.

Once she had calmed down, she went downstairs, returning to the maid’s quarters as if nothing had happened, despite the puzzled looks from two other maids.

After taking off the maid’s uniform, she realized it was soaked through, although she wasn’t sure if it was from the hot water or her sweat.

Previously, when Sister Hui was at the villa, she had been picky all day long, and Jiayi wished she could avoid seeing Sister Hui.

But now, she actually preferred that Sister Hui be at the villa; at least she could keep an eye on her like a living wall, preventing her from getting too close to that man.

After changing into her own clothes, Jiayi didn’t want to stay a moment longer; she slung her handbag over her shoulder and almost fled towards the exit of the villa.

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Since that day, Jiayi had become even more adept at avoiding the man.

Thankfully, the Disheng villa was massive, and his visits there weren’t too frequent, so evading him wasn’t too difficult.

The UA case was finally settled.

After submitting the final design draft, UA was very satisfied.

UA is known for being difficult among Yundu’s major clients, so pleasing them was no easy feat.

The colleagues in the design department whispered among themselves that Jiayi had made a significant contribution and speculated on how the company might reward her.

As expected, in the morning, Fang Yao praised Jiayi in front of all the colleagues in the women’s fashion design department and then specifically gave Jiayi’s shoulder a light pat, "Not bad. This time the general manager and several senior executives also specifically praised our women’s fashion design department. Assigning you to handle this CASE on your own was the right choice. Keep up the good work, I have high hopes for you."

New colleagues might not understand, but the veterans in the design department knew that since Fang Yao joined Yundu, she had never praised anyone. If a subordinate made a mistake, they would definitely be punished, yet doing well was only expected.

Hearing Fang Yao sincerely praise someone was as surprising as seeing the sun rise in the west, and everyone looked shocked; they all lowered their heads and started to whisper amongst themselves.

Tong Xiaomian’s face showed no surprise, but her eyes sparkled with an inexplicable sheen.

Fang Yao surveyed the crowd and cleared her throat, signaling everyone to quiet down, "Jiayi performed outstandingly in the UA design case. I have proposed to the higher-ups to promote Jiayi to the position of senior assistant designer. The official appointment will be issued within the week."

With that, Fang Yao stepped forward, extended her hand with a smile, "Congratulations, Jiayi."

Jiayi snapped out of her daze and quickly reached out to grasp Fang Yao’s hand, "Thank you, Director Fang."

She knew that not every newcomer got such an opportunity. This was entirely due to Fang Yao. At that moment, she didn’t know what else to say; ’thank you’ seemed too insufficient. All she could do was work hard at Yundu in the future to live up to Fang Yao’s expectations.

Fang Yao’s words once again lifted the spirits of everyone in the design department.

It was unexpected that Fang Yao would promote and favor Jiayi to such an extent.

Being promoted to senior assistant designer within just a few months of joining was a rare occurrence at Yundu, numbering no more than five since the company’s inception.

The position of senior assistant was one step closer to becoming a designer.

Indeed, Jiayi’s performance was commendable this time, and her contributions were significant, but—wasn’t the promotion to senior assistant a bit too fast?

It was as if she had been on the Cloud Soaring Roller Coaster.

After making the announcement, Fang Yao returned to her office.

The colleagues from the design department immediately swarmed Jiayi, bombarding her with exclamations:

"Congratulations, Jiayi!"

"Jiayi, you have to treat us!"

"What Jiayi? She’s a senior assistant now. In our women’s fashion design department, besides Director Fang and a few designers, she’s got the highest position. Don’t call her carelessly!" someone said jokingly.

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Congratulations were heard nonstop.

The hard work of these days had finally paid off, and Jiayi was generous, "Alright, then tonight at Yujing Building I will treat everyone to dinner."

Yujing Building is one of the most expensive Chinese restaurants in Yunling. Since she was treating people to dinner, it couldn’t be too shabby, and such a big occasion was indeed worth celebrating.

Moreover, her savings had been growing recently; Zaizai’s tuition fees were not a problem, and although she had to give half her salary to that man every month, her expenses were not high. She could save a little from the remaining half, and now that she was promoted to senior assistant, her salary would increase by a third, making her financial situation even more comfortable.

Most importantly, she didn’t have to go to Disheng to clean after work today, so she had time to treat people to dinner.

"Wow, Yujing Building? That’s expensive!" a colleague exclaimed with surprise upon hearing this.