Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 592 - 590 I Don’t Want a Stepmother

Jiayi finally understood, he had indeed planned everything ahead.

This man’s reckless actions in front of the public tonight had already expressed his resolute attitude.

She stared blankly at Little Meatball, who was enjoying himself on the carpet, and clenched her fists.

This time, it was no longer enough to just send Little Meatball to stay here for a few days each week to appease him.

Little Meatball had truly stayed with the Huo Family and completely became the young master of the Huo Family.

This man, knowing full well what she feared losing the most, pretended to magnanimously give her a choice to decide whether to stay or leave.

If she didn’t choose to stay, she was doomed to lose Little Meatball.

Sure enough, men who battled in the business world, playing these psychological games, wasn’t it just a matter of minutes?

Every change on the little woman’s pale pink cheeks was fully captured in Huo Zhenyang’s eyes, and his pupils darkened.

How unwilling she must be to move into the Huo Mansion with Little Meatball.

To her, was this place really a dragon’s den?

However, even if she was unwilling, even if in her eyes now, he was incredibly overbearing, unreasonable, and tyrannical, he couldn’t possibly let her and her son leave.

It doesn’t matter if her heart isn’t here yet; as long as she is here, that will do.

The patience he had in letting her and her son live on their own had already worn thin.

His people could no longer wander outside the walls of the Huo Mansion.

He paused with his fingers on his collar, slid them away, turned around, and strode toward Jiayi, who was at the door.

The shadow closed in, trapping her in the corner between the door and the wall.

A scent uniquely belonging to the man, the musk of dragon and the faint cologne, hit her face, forcefully dragging her consciousness back, and in an instant, he had already lifted her chin.

He looked at her indifferently, "Have you decided?"

Her eyelashes trembled lightly, as if weighed down by rain, and she nodded weakly as he expected. After a moment of hesitation, she added, "I have two conditions."

"Speak."

"My life must continue as before, including my job, you shouldn’t interfere with me. I can resign from my position as a personal stylist assistant for Jingchuan, but I want to continue working with the Sea Island Storm Crew." She preemptively compromised, fearing he wouldn’t agree.

"Fine," he said magnanimously, though a barely noticeable shrewdness flashed in his eyes.

Naturally, he had his ways of making her willingly leave that place in due time; for the next few days, she might as well treat it like a hobby.

"And, I want to stay in the guest room."

His brows and eyes relaxed a bit, and the corner of his lips curved, "As you wish. Anyway, sooner or later, you’ll have to move into the main bedroom."

She looked up sharply, "What do you mean?"

He let go of her chin and elegantly began unfastening his cufflinks, "Tomorrow I will have someone arrange all the details of the wedding, once the appointment ceremony is over, I’ll hold the wedding with you."

Her eyes widened in surprise, she blurted out, "I never said I’d marry you!"

"You didn’t say it, I did," he was used to making decisions on her behalf in front of her.

"I don’t want to get married," her lips quivered, and the key issue was she didn’t want to marry him.

"I want to get married now, is that okay?"

She was nearly driven to her wits’ end by him. How rare it must be to come across such a domineering man, yet she had to be the one to run into him!

"Huo Zhenyang, don’t push your luck. What more do you want? I allowed Zaizai to return to the Huo Family already. Are you trying to drive me to my death!"

"There are women who want to marry me lining up all the way to the Pacific Ocean. When it’s your turn, you talk as if it’s driving you to death?" His breath was cold as ice, this little wildcat always managed to mercilessly crush his dignity.

She hit the nail on the head and tilted her head, "Then go find those women who want to marry you. There are plenty of them, after all. Why bother with me? Didn’t you bring one along tonight? You’re a god in her eyes; she wouldn’t mind being with you without any official status, not to mention getting married!"

"Mommy—" Just then, from the direction of the carpet, came the soft interruption of Little Meatball: "I don’t want daddy to marry other women. I don’t want a stepmom; stepmoms are evil, and they won’t give me food to eat." Having said that, he buried his head and his attention was quickly recaptured by his toys.

He pinched her chin, teasing, "Did you hear that? Do you want your son to have a stepmother?"

She pried his ’hooves’ off: "After you get married, you’ll naturally have children; your wife wouldn’t want to see a love child around. So as to not affect your married life, just return Zaizai to me when the time comes! I don’t care. Allowing Zaizai to return to the Huo Family was already my biggest concession. Go find someone else if you want to get married! I can’t keep you company."

He curled his perfectly trimmed thin lips, but the smile was ice cold: "Right now, in the eyes of the media and the public, you are the woman who gave birth to the young master of the Huo Family. I can only take responsibility for you. My marriage partner cannot possibly be anyone else. Weren’t you worried before that my reputation might be damaged and that it could even affect my position as mayor? No matter, you’ll save my reputation, Little Kitten."

She was stunned for a few seconds. So tonight, had she walked right into his trap?

"I won’t marry. As the distinguished mayor, surely you can’t just force me to marry," she resisted desperately.

"I won’t tie you up. How could I do such a barbaric thing," his deep eyes curved.

She scoffed inwardly, if you’re not barbaric then there are no barbarians in this world, but then heard him continue, "... I will respect your suggestion and find another woman to marry. Then, I will ask you to move out of the villa. From then on, we will not interfere with each other’s lives, and you shouldn’t expect to see Zaizai again. Of course, I won’t bother you either. Does that suit you?"

"You—you wouldn’t dare!" Her little face turned red, and her fists clenched tightly.

Just the thought of Zaizai leaving her to call another woman mommy twisted her heart painfully.

This man had the ability to block every escape route she had!

After clenching her fists for a while, she reluctantly relaxed her fingers.

Just like four years ago, Little Kitten’s temper tantrums were still just as adorable and enticing, her cheeks red as if full of collagen, her jelly-like lips quivering enticingly, as if beckoning him to taste.

However, he knew that this statement was indeed the killer move that had temporarily subdued her.

Huo Zhenyang narrowed his eyes, turned his body to block Zaizai’s view, slipped an arm around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Before she could react and struggle, he bent his head down to her ear, his voice half mocking, half serious, "You used to call me ’husband’ quite naturally. It should still feel familiar now."

Her heart fluttered, causing a slight twitch in her brain. Her teeth bit into her lip, and her face warmed slightly, "You’re talking nonsense."

The title of ’husband’ wasn’t something to be thrown around lightly.

If she had ever called him that, it was definitely because he was in the mood to force her, or because she had no other choice.

He paused for a moment, then straightened up.

She felt the pressure around her lessen quite a bit, and the air seemed fresher. Just as she relaxed a bit, she saw him turn around, walk towards the bedside table, bend over to open the top drawer, and take out something.

She watched his movements with suspicion. Through the slits between his fingers, she caught a glimpse of what looked like a small red velvet satin box.

Holding the object from the drawer in his palm, Huo Zhenyang walked back: "Hand out."

She couldn’t be less interested in obeying his command, turning her head to one side.

He grabbed her hand, forcibly opened it, then began to pry her fingers apart.