Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 603 - 583: Asian Woman, Shy
Huo Zhenyang, with the petite woman tucked under one arm, flashed a lazy, comfortable smile at his subordinates over the video call, "I’d like to introduce you to the future Mrs. Huo. By the end of the month at the latest, we will be holding the wedding in China."
Jiayi was shocked, wondering if it would kill this man to give her a heads up before doing something?
Huo Zhenyang clearly knew what she was thinking.
If he had told her in advance, would she have agreed? It was easier to just do it.
The executives on the video call understood as well.
Since she was to be the Boss’s wife, she was also part of the Huo Family.
Based on the distribution of marital assets, this seemingly tender and delicate petite woman could potentially be the one controlling Huo Family’s shareholdings in the future, so of course the Boss felt it necessary to introduce and notify the company’s senior executives.
The woman looked extremely youthful, with a covetable baby face that belied her age, but she also matched the tall and imposing Boss quite well.
"The Boss is getting married in China? Congratulations."
"Mrs. Huo, hello."
The executives laughed and offered their congratulations, yet they did not receive a response from the soon-to-be "Mrs. Huo," leading to puzzled looks among them.
On the high-definition screen, the little woman’s skin was as white and delicate as curdled cream, fair with a flush of pink, her eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, and her eyes were like autumn water, brimming and deep, yet at the moment, she seemed somewhat tense, as if under duress.
Huo Zhenyang leaned forward, not minding showing affection to her in front of his subordinates, and whispered by her ear, "Little Kitten, you really have no manners. People are greeting you."
Jiayi blushed and, facing the expectant gazes over the video call, could only manage a temporary placation, forcing a more painful smile than crying, lifted her little hand, and shakily said, "H-hello, everyone."
Huo Zhenyang introduced her further, "These are among the high-level managers and shareholders of Huo Family in America. Just a brief introduction for today, you’ll get to know each other better over time, I suppose."
Get to know, my ass! Jiayi clenched her teeth so hard that her lower lip turned pale, but said nothing.
"Boss, is Mrs. Huo feeling unwell?" Even though they were on screen, a few of the women executives noticed something was amiss with the future Mrs. Huo and couldn’t help but feel curious.
Huo Zhenyang, with one arm around the petite woman’s waist and the other lifting her hair without regard to her objections and gently stroking it, his tone undisguised with a faint indulgence, "Asian women, shy."
"Oh, hehe," the group of executives chuckled in realization.
"Let’s end the meeting here for today."
"Sure. Boss, Mrs. Huo."
The video conference screen flickered and went dark.
Jiayi jumped out of his arms and headed straight for the door of the study, but after a few steps, a voice from behind her said, "Didn’t you come here because you had something to talk to me about?"
Jiayi paused in her steps, then recalled the purpose of her visit, a sheepish expression on her face.
She had actually wanted to find an excuse to postpone the wedding dress fitting.
Now, he had already announced the wedding date to his subordinates and even had Huo Family’s staff call her Mrs. Huo, so was it still necessary for her to speak up?
The fox!
She understood, the moment she walked in, he must have guessed her intentions and used this action to dispel her thoughts, making her shut up.
"It’s nothing," she said, biting her teeth as she walked out the door, giving it a forceful but not too loud slam as she left.
Behind the boss’s desk, a sly smile emerged on the man’s lips, but it solidified and lingered for a long time.
*
Jiayi returned to the crew for a few days of work.
In the first two days, she distinctly felt that her colleagues were looking at her differently.
It took a few days for things to quiet down and go back to the way they were before.
Perhaps this is the advantage of working in the entertainment industry; the circle has all sorts of people, gossip, and bizarre incidents. To everyone, these things were nothing new and hardly surprising.
The news of Boss Huo’s woman working in the Sea Island Storm Crew faded away after a few days.
The only change was, now with the title of Boss Huo’s woman, almost no men at the set dared to hit on her anymore, making it unnecessary for Huo Zhenyang to have someone watch over her.
During this time, Huo Tianpei, who had suffered a stroke, along with the accompanying butler from Europe, a squad of bodyguards, Su Yan, and Sister Hui, left China and returned to America.
Huo Tianpei had wanted to persevere and witness the two get married in China and was also reluctant to part with the grandson he had just acknowledged. Unfortunately, due to his poor health and Su Yan’s persuasion, he had no choice but to board the plane.
...
Two days after the old man and his entourage left the country,
Jiayi stepped out of the villa in the morning, intending to head to the set, but saw Xiaoqin standing in the courtyard with the MPV that had taken her to the department store parked behind him.
"Xiaoqin?" Jiayi was surprised, "What brings you here so early?"
"Miss Chu," Xiaoqin approached with a smile and took Jiayi’s hand, "today is the day to try on wedding dresses. The Boss must have told you about it beforehand, right?"
Xiaoqin knew Jiayi was the one who had saved his job, and now he practically considered her his good luck charm, making him even warmer towards her this time.
So soon...?
Jiayi was still stunned when Xiaoqin gestured for the driver to open the door and practically dragged her into the vehicle.
In the blink of an eye, they stopped at a large bridal shop in Yunling’s West City District.
The romantic and luxurious white European-style storefront stood in a bustling, upscale part of the city, with wedding dresses that represented the dreams of brides behind the clear glass windows, attracting every woman who passed by.
As soon as Jiayi got out of the car and saw the store’s sign, she couldn’t help but stop in her tracks.
As someone in the apparel industry, she certainly knew that this F. Wang was an international luxury brand bridal wear custom shop.
The store’s name, F. Wang, was named after the designer.
The designer F. Wang is known as the queen of bridal wear in today’s world and is revered by many fashion designers as the pioneer of bridal wear design, naturally also Jiayi’s idol.
And this store boasts a platinum VIP-only custom service, meaning that each piece is a unique creation, personally designed by F. Wang.
In the past two years, while studying fashion design at Yun University, she would occasionally pass this store and always wanted to go in to study the works of the bridal wear queen. But not being a member, she couldn’t enter at all.
Being able to step foot in this store today was of course exciting for Jiayi, and she temporarily forgot about trying on the wedding dress.
Salesladies, who had been waiting for the distinguished guest, lined up at the entrance, smiling, "Miss Chu."
From the outside, the F. Wang bridal shop looked like a classic European castle, but inside it was more palatial.
Jiayi couldn’t hide her excitement while entering the store, admiring F. Wang’s exclusive pieces; if not for fear of being impolite, she would have wanted to take out her phone and take photos to study and learn from them later.
Upon reaching the innermost room, two salesladies presented a wedding dress.
The handcrafted dress was of Baroque opulence and courtly elegance; it was magnificent, yet not complicated.
A fan-shaped strapless top with a backless design, adorned with lustrous white pearls, was soft and captivating, highlighting the bride’s charm without any restraint.
