Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 602 - 582: Taming a Little Bird

"You—" Auntie Hui had had enough. Ever since Auntie Li arrived at the villa, she seemed to side with that vixen and her son, constantly targeting her!

What "Miss Jiayi"? To speak so respectfully, but to put it bluntly, isn’t she just the little mistress the young master picked up and nurtured for a year four years ago!

And what about the so-called little young master? An illegitimate child, can he even be considered the legitimate grandson and heir of the Huo Family?

Alas, who could blame the old master for favoring obedient and compliant girls, right?

That vixen must have acted incredibly subservient four years ago to have won the old master’s affection momentarily.

Speaking of being sensible and understanding, even if Miss Su were chosen, she would be better than this vixen!

The more Auntie Hui thought about it, the less satisfied she felt. Without realizing it, she glared at Jiayi. Having suffered a loss last time, of course, she didn’t dare to confront her in front of the young master. She could only take it out on Auntie Li by cursing the indirect target, storming over: "Auntie Li, let me tell you something unpleasant: even in beating a dog, one must look at its owner. I was personally hired by the old master and have served him at the Huo Mansion for four years. Both my sons and sons-in-law are working for the Huo Family in America. Our entire family are loyal servants of the old master. This time when the young master visited China, the old master personally ordered me to take care of the young master as if I were a senior member of the Huo Family. Now regarding such an important matter as the young master’s marriage, do I even commit a crime by asking an extra question? What right do you have to point fingers at me? You amount to nothing; everyone knows that you were merely a servant at the hunting ground villa of the Huo Family at Huanglong Mountain in G City, not even a servant from the main Huo residence. You hardly ever saw the owner’s face back then. What now, turned the tables? You dare to lecture me? Who do you think you are—"

Although she was speaking to Auntie Li, it was clear that she was also mocking Jiayi.

Avoiding a direct confrontation with Auntie Hui was because she wanted to stay as uninvolved in the Huo Family affairs as possible, to avoid getting further entangled with that man.

But now—

If she stayed silent, did they really take her for a pushover?

Jiayi slapped her chopsticks down on the table not too gently: "Who is Auntie Li? Auntie Li is the butler here, why shouldn’t she reprimand others?"

Auntie Hui’s face stiffened, and she clenched her fists. She turned to Jiayi with a slightly more polite tone, still not willing to concede: "Miss Chu, let’s not forget that I am also a butler here, personally appointed by the old master. The old master is currently the greatest authority in the Huo Family, the head of the family!"

Jiayi blinked her lashes, smiling: "Mhm, I heard you. You said that even in beating a dog, one must consider the owner, right? The old master is indeed your owner; you are not wrong in your perception of your status."

Upon hearing this, the servants all snickered secretly.

Auntie Hui, realizing she was being ridiculed as a dog, trembled with anger. She wanted to retort but didn’t dare to with the young master present, turning purple with fury: "You—"

Just then, Huo Zhenyang dabbed at the corner of his lips with a napkin, looked towards Auntie Hui, and spoke slowly, with a hint of iciness: "I went to the hospital today and talked to the old master about my marriage. The old master’s condition is stable now, and since medical care is better in America, I’ve decided to send him back to LA to recuperate. We will return to the States in three days. You will go back with the old master this time."

Auntie Hui was shocked: "Young master, but the old master ordered me to stay by your side—"

"Here in China, one butler is more than enough to manage the household chores. The old master needs more assistance over there. I’ve discussed it with him. He agrees."

Grinding her teeth, Auntie Hui was upset. If she left, with no one to keep an eye on the young master in China, wouldn’t this vixen completely dominate? Living the high life? But faced with the man’s words, cold and final, she could only droop like a frost-stricken eggplant, dejectedly agreeing: "Alright."

Watching Auntie Hui’s dejected departure, Jiayi couldn’t help but glance at the man.

She realized that from the day she moved into the villa, he had made up his mind to send Auntie Hui away.

He knew that Auntie Hui didn’t get along with her.

He didn’t want her and Zaizai to suffer the slightest bit of grievance...

After a brief moment of contemplation, she remembered the matter of the wedding dress and was about to speak, but then she heard the man across the table already calling out: "Let’s eat."

*

After dinner, Huo Zhenyang headed upstairs to attend to the affairs of the American branch from his study.

Jiayi had Auntie Li take Zaizai back to his room and pondered for a while before finally gathering the courage and knocking on the door to his study.

Once inside, she saw him leaning back in the large computer chair behind the Boss desk, staring at the LCD screen, his face serious, brows slightly furrowed, speaking English about something.

She knew he was conducting a video conference with the senior executives of the American branch.

Since he would be participating in politics in China, he would spend most of his time in the country in the future, but part of his business was still in America, so he had to manage both sides.

However, having worked as a maid at Disheng for a while, she also knew that the market in America was already well-established and stable, so fortunately, it didn’t require too much attention—basically a video conference every other day to hear reports from that side, and reviewing financial statements weekly was all that was necessary.

This man really was busy. A politician by day, a businessman by night.

And he still had the time to pressure her into marriage?

Wasn’t he afraid of exhausting himself to the point of myocardial ischemia?

After undergoing two surgeries in a few years, even though healed, most people would think about truly enjoying life.

But this man had no concept of rest. As soon as he was well, he began to strive again— such willpower, was he even human?

Jiayi pursed her lips.

Upon seeing her enter, Huo Zhenyang’s speech abruptly halted, and his gaze shifted toward her.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in a meeting, you continue," she said, coming to her senses and about to turn around to leave when she saw him slightly lift his chin, "Come here."

At the indication of his eyes, she could only walk around to the back of the desk and approach him. Her peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the screen.

It was indeed a meeting. The screen showed daytime in America, probably inside the conference room of the Huo Family’s American company.

The elliptical horseshoe-shaped conference table was filled with company executives.

There were Chinese colleagues she had known in the past, and elite employees hired locally from LA. They were all respectfully staring at the big screen of the video conference, waiting for the Boss’s remote address.

Jiayi didn’t know why he wanted her to come closer, grabbing the corner of her clothes, "Otherwise, I’ll wait on the side. We can talk after your meeting is over."

Huo Zhenyang caught her wrist and suddenly, pulled her down to sit.

Caught off guard, she landed with a thump on his firm and well-built thigh, facing the American executives on the screen.

The sudden appearance of a young Oriental woman, clearly sitting on the Boss’s lap, took the group of executives in the video conference by surprise.

Everyone immediately showed a look of astonishment and even started whispering to each other in low voices.

"Who is this?"

"I don’t know..."

...

Jiayi felt incredibly awkward and tried to push him away and stand up.

His large hand enclosed her slender waist tightly, capturing her as effortlessly as if she were a little bird.