Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 452 - 450: Peel Off Her Skin

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Chapter 452: Chapter 450: Peel Off Her Skin

Her face finally lost its blush, like a receding tide, and she secretly stuck out her tongue, almost getting ahead of herself.

The car started, carrying the three of them, and took off before night fully fell.

With full horsepower, the car sped along the asphalt road for several minutes, leaving other vehicles trailing behind until it stopped outside a hotel.

In the city’s heart stood a palatial seven-star hotel that, with the night’s gradual descent, shone with the luxurious and opulent light of crystal chandeliers.

"The rotating restaurant on the thirtieth floor has good Chinese and Western cuisines, and even the desserts for kids are prepared by Italian chefs. Let’s eat here," Huo Zhenyang unfastened his seatbelt, sounding casual and indifferent.

Jiayi swallowed hard. She knew this place was good—after all, it was the most expensive hotel restaurant in Yunling!

She wouldn’t even dare to glance inside when she passed by, let alone dine there.

Even a restaurant like Yujing Building, she would grit her teeth to afford. But here? She couldn’t afford to even open a bottle of wine casually. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

She took a sharp intake of breath and glanced at Zaizai, thinking to herself, "Zaizai, you’re really going to bankrupt me!"

"What’s wrong? I have to help you with your seatbelt and now also when you take it off?" Seeing her not moving, Huo Zhenyang leaned in closer.

She hurriedly unbuckled her seatbelt to avoid him taking advantage again, and with a clever look in her eyes, said, "Mr. Huo, this place has inflated prices. I’ve heard that the service and food aren’t great, with no value for money. It’s more likely to deceive the foolishly rich. We’re smarter than to fall for that. Why don’t we go somewhere else?"

He ruthlessly punctured her pretense: "Oh? Why do I feel like you’re just a sour grapes kind of person?"

Jiayi could only bite her jelly-like rosy lips and honestly admit, "Mr. Huo, I... can’t afford this place."

"No worries, I know the restaurant manager here. Should be able to get a 10 percent discount," he said as he loosened his shirt collar, opened the car door, got out, and then opened the back door: "Chu Zhuoting, come on out."

Ten percent? Even if it were half off, it would probably consume two to three months of her salary.

She felt an urge to cry; why did Zaizai have to insist on inviting him to dinner, knowing full well this man’s high standards and that an ordinary restaurant wouldn’t suffice?

This debt felt like it was only growing larger the more she tried to repay it.

Yet they had already arrived, and there was no turning back.

Huo Zhenyang noticed her face looked as if it had been struck by lightning and glanced at Zaizai.

Zaizai caught the hint and winked at Jiayi: "Mommy, let’s go in. What’s there to fear with godfather here?"

With him there, Jiayi was the one who was afraid, okay? She was the one who had to pay!

Jiayi, feeling like a duck being pushed onto a perch, steeling herself, followed behind the two males who were about to drive her to her own demise and stepped into the hotel.

They took the semi-open observation elevator to the thirtieth-floor rotating restaurant, also known as the city’s most expensive restaurant.

But tonight, the rotating restaurant was desolately empty, not a soul in sight.

Several uniformed waitstaff stood in a line at the restaurant entrance, awaiting the arrival of distinguished guests.

Jiayi felt a rush of secret joy, thinking that if someone had booked the place, they wouldn’t have to eat here after all. But before she could rejoice for long, the staff approached and greeted the man with a respectful bow: "Mr. Huo, your seats are ready, please come this way."

Jiayi’s smile froze – they were waiting for them?

Had he booked the entire place in advance?

Come on—was this man shameless!

Huo Zhenyang turned his handsome face towards her, his thin lips curving into a perfectly measured smile: "I prefer peace and quiet when I eat, if you don’t mind, oh?"

She really wished for a bolt of lightning to strike them – either to kill her so she wouldn’t have to pay, or to kill this man!

The restaurant was already outrageously expensive, and she could’ve managed somehow, but now—

He had booked the entire place in advance! Was he trying to kill her faster? She still had to provide for her mother and support Little Baozi, unlike this high-earning bachelor!

Now, he actually had the nerve to ask if she minded?!

She wasn’t just minding, she wanted to chop someone up, okay!!

It seemed this man had decided long ago to skin her alive, hadn’t he?

After all, it had been months, and the repair costs she gave him were still just a mere fraction of the total bill!

On the rare occasion she treated him to a meal, of course he would milk it for all it was worth.

Seeing the little woman’s ashen face, he chuckled softly without a sound, leaned close to her ear, and said, "It’s okay, either way, we can have a 10% discount even if we book the whole place."

After that, he held Zaizai’s hand in his, and followed the waiter into the restaurant.

10% discount! A big fat lot of good that would do... Jiayi bit her lower lip so hard she was nearly drawing blood, already feeling the pain of being cut before she even paid, and she had no choice but to follow them in.

The service staff led the three to a window-side seat and handed over a tablet for ordering.

Huo Zhenyang navigated the menu with ease, choosing several signature Western dishes from the rotating restaurant, then ordered some desserts for Zaizai and finally, looking up with a twinkling gaze and a half-smile, asked:

"Shall we add a bottle of red wine?"

As he ordered, she silently calculated the cost in her head, one dish, two dishes, three dishes...

With every dish he ordered, her heart ached one more time.

All the little money she had managed to save up was about to be wasted!

Could this man be any more of a vampire? If it wasn’t the most expensive, he wouldn’t order it.

As soon as she heard him mention red wine, Jiayi immediately refused:

"No need!"

Then added, "Mr. Huo, you shouldn’t drink either, aren’t you unable to drink? Last time you had alcohol, you got a headache."

Seeing her vehement refusal, both firm and yielding, Huo Zhenyang didn’t press the issue and lazily pushed the tablet away.

The waiter took the tablet and went down first.

The dishes were served quickly, the soup, the main course, sides, and dessert, all in order.

In Jiayi’s eyes, this wasn’t a table full of food; it was clearly a table full of cash, and she had no appetite.

Zaizai, as always, was oblivious to any tension, mimicking his godfather after just a few glances. He needed no instruction to eat with a knife and fork, waving his fork as he ate deliciously, only halfway through did he look up and say, "Mommy, why aren’t you eating? If this food gets cold, it’ll just be thrown away, right? You and grandma always said wasting is shameful."

Moved by her son’s words, Jiayi gritted her teeth!

Right, why not eat since it’s all paid for? It wasn’t like she could be polite about it anymore.

An evening dinner time passed by.

The night grew several shades darker.

The luxurious and elegant rotating restaurant, the city’s night view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the exquisitely prepared food on site.

It was indeed the ultimate luxury.

But behind the enjoyment, there was the grim possibility of swallowing blood with a broken tooth, and as the moment to pay approached, Jiayi grew nervous again, hesitating to take out her bank card from her wallet.

Thousands of dollars—

Plus the cost of booking the entire place.

She really felt like crying.