Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 494 - 492: Come Here, Give Me a Massage

The bodyguards got out of the car first, quickly dispersing around the area, blocking the excess inquiries of the reporters while covertly checking the security situation.

Then, the assistant got out of the car.

Finally, today’s hot election candidate appeared.

The man named Yingwei, dressed in a custom black suit, emerged into the public eye, instantly causing an uproar and heated discussion among the media, drawing even more attention than the other mayoral candidates who had gone in before.

"Huo Zhenyang has arrived!"

"Huo Zhenyang must be one of the top three favorites for the mayoral seat, right...?"

"What top three? In my opinion, it’s going to be Huo Zhenyang. How long since he returned to the country? The Seven Coastal Cities’ commercial market is already controlled by the Huo Family by more than 50%, and then there’s the Asia Building. He’s won over the hearts of the people, and now he’s the most favored by both the political and business sectors. I think, for the mayor’s seat, it’s his to lose."

"Could it really be that The Seven Coastal Cities will see their youngest mayor ever?"

...

Huo Zhenyang appeared oblivious, adjusting his suit as he walked, his expression seemingly calm and without ripples, yet exuding the air of a regal sovereign, leading his entourage into the hotel.

The media’s attention was so focused on Huo Zhenyang that the next car to arrive went almost unnoticed.

The car behind entered the scene, its doors opened, and Yan Bin got out with a few bodyguards and his assistant team.

As another politician participating in the campaign speech today, the distinction between the treatment and buzz surrounding Yan Bin and Huo Zhenyang’s party earlier was stark.

After getting out of the car, only a few journalists handed over their microphones, with hardly anyone else showing interest.

Yan Bin’s face was sour, his expression difficult to read, indicating that the outcome of the election might already be quite clear just by looking at this situation.

Huo Zhenyang was now the hot favorite in The Seven Coastal Cities, and it seemed unlikely that there would be a second choice for the mayor’s seat.

At that moment, one of Yan Bin’s close confidants leaned in, despite the sunglasses half-concealing his face, a strange gleam was visible as he whispered into his boss’s ear:

"Vice Mayor, everything is ready. We await your orders and command at any time."

As he spoke, the confidant glanced subtly toward the rooftop of a building opposite the Shengjing Hotel.

Yan Bin’s gaze became sharp, unreadable, but his previously darkened face seemed to lighten in an instant, relaxing quite a bit, with a sinister yet vicious smile barely visible on his lips.

——

In the conference hall.

Jiayi stood among the group of accompanying assistants, looking at the man on the stage.

Behind him was a massive LED screen, displaying his handsome and commanding face. At that moment, standing at the podium, he was delivering his campaign speech to the citizens of Yunling.

Each word, methodical and orderly, burst forth from his lips and relayed by wireless signals to every corner of the city and the entire coastal region.

His tall stature projected the effortless aura of a monarch ruling over all, his every gesture during the speech commanding respect and attention.

It was the first time Jiayi had seen him in an official capacity, and she couldn’t help but be somewhat shocked.

She didn’t know that this man, who was so harsh and domineering in private and even at times unreasonable, could be so focused and captivating in his official duties.

It seemed as if the mayor’s seat was naturally meant for him alone.

At that moment, she actually felt that regardless of what he was like in private, if he were elected mayor, it would undoubtedly be a boon for The Seven Coastal Cities.

Because with his temperament, he would never allow a city under his leadership to be in a position of weakness.

Under his leadership, the city and even the entire coast would become even more prosperous and thriving.

The campaign speech was divided into two sessions.

In the middle, the candidates would go backstage to the rest room for a brief respite of ten minutes.

During the break, Su Yan took a can of coffee from an assistant’s hand.

Huo Zhenyang didn’t particularly like coffee from outside; for years, she had been personally grinding the coffee beans for him.

Just as Su Yan was about to stand up to prepare a cup of coffee to invigorate him, a junior waiter approached Huo Zhenyang’s assistant team: "Which one of you is Miss Chu?"

"I am," Jiayi responded.

"Mr. Huo would like you to come in. It seems there’s something he needs you to do," the waiter said.

Jiayi hesitated, "Just me... alone?"

"Yes, you, alone."

A deep, well-hidden disappointment flickered across Su Yan’s face. She fell silent for a few seconds before finally handing the can of coffee to Jiayi, "Then I’ll trouble you to go in. This coffee powder is what the Boss is used to drinking; he likes it brewed strong."

Jiayi took the coffee and followed the waiter to the backstage resting room.

Looking at her retreating figure, Su Yan’s fingers slowly curled into a fist, her gaze turned from lucid to dim, and finally fixated like an unmeltable ice pellet. At last, her fist gradually relaxed.

——

The backstage resting room.

Jiayi knocked and entered, to see Huo Zhenyang lounging on the sofa, his long legs propped up, laid-back and casually resting on the crystal coffee table in front, eyes closed in repose.

She couldn’t help but take a sharp breath in, as a suppressed laugh escaped her without a sound.

During his speech in front of the entire city’s citizens just now, this man had the air of a noble emperor, commanding without anger, exuding an extraordinary demeanor.

"Mr. Huo, I’m here. May I ask what instructions you have?" Jiayi spoke up, breaking the quiet of the resting room.

Seeing her come in, his long lashes flickered and his deep eyes opened slightly, "Come here and give me a massage."

After standing for a while during his speech, his shoulders and neck muscles were sore and needed some relief.

The first person he thought of was this petite woman.

Jiayi was startled but without a choice, put down the coffee can, walked behind the sofa, and placed her hands on his shoulders. Indeed, the muscles were tense as if under great pressure.

After massaging for a while and feeling him relax, she asked softly, "Is that better?"

Her hands were like cotton, the instant they touched his shoulders, they brought him great comfort, and at this moment, much of his fatigue also vanished.

The pleased expression on the man’s face revealed his satisfaction.

Jiayi withdrew her hands and eyes landed on the can of coffee, remembering, "Miss Su mentioned that you’re used to her coffee. Shall I brew you a cup first?"

He slightly moved his eyelids, "Drinking coffee is to perk up. Your service has made me very comfortable; I’m feeling quite energetic now, no need."

Jiayi’s cheeks inexplicably heated up.

She didn’t understand why, but whatever this man said, she could imagine some less wholesome scenarios, which was truly baffling.

Huo Zhenyang again saw the blush on her face. Was this little woman’s face made of paper?

He could almost guess she had misunderstood again. Straightening up, he lifted a finger and flicked her forehead seemingly fierce but in reality gently, and frowned:

"Can your mind get any more filled with inappropriate thoughts?"

"It’s always you who says things that can easily be taken the wrong way," Jiayi protested, rubbing her forehead while blurting out without thinking.

Once the words were out, even she was startled, her heartbeat racing.

She didn’t know when it started, but in front of this man, she seemed increasingly audacious, treating him less and less like her boss.