Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 629 - 609

Just the other day she was talking in her sleep, incessantly calling some teacher Jiang’s name.

Latter, he tried to probe with a question, and to his amazement, she actually blushed.

Who else could be her man?

Thinking of this, Si Yuheng felt even more justified. His emerald eyes gradually darkened, and he could no longer bear the agony, so he pulled off his belt.

"Si Yuheng! You dare—," Liang Anya screamed.

Seemingly impatient with her endless struggling and with the injected drug weakening him more than usual, his gaze grew colder as he leaned close to her ear, "Agree to this one time, and I’ll let you go tomorrow. Beiming Hall will completely vanish from your sight, and I will no longer trouble you."

She was taken aback.

Seizing this rare opportunity, he lifted her already ill-fitting, oversized clothes!

"Not okay—," Liang Anya snapped back to reality.

What kind of exchange was this, expecting her to be his tool for sexual gratification?

She kept kicking and hitting him, furiously yelling, "Get lost—I won’t do it—"

His look darkened, he pressed down his body, and with his lips, he completely sealed her tender little mouth...

*

When consciousness returned, dawn was breaking outside.

The temperature between night and early morning was very low, and the cool breeze blew through the poorly closed window, chilling the skin.

Liang Anya lay on the European-style bed, with her long lashes tightly shut and her bare white nape exposed, but she felt no chill.

The pain was unbearable.

Her limbs felt as if someone had broken them, and every inch of her skin burned with pain.

She still remembered the moment when a heart-piercing, gut-wrenching tear hit her, she was completely overwhelmed by the pain and then that damn man began to do as he pleased with her body.

...

Yes, as he pleased...

With the breeze, Liang Anya’s mind cleared up a lot!

Bearing the pain all over her body, she got up and saw the man lying next to her with his strong naked body, and her clothes torn to shreds on the carpet. She took a deep breath!

She had truly been devastated by this devil...

This wasn’t a dream.

"Si Yuheng, I’m going to fight you to the end—" Liang Anya, like a frantic little lioness, no longer cared for anything else, clenched her fists, and fiercely smashed them onto Si Yuheng.

Meanwhile, because she freed her hands, the blanket that was wrapped around her body slid off, leaving her body completely exposed before the man’s eyes.

He flipped over, pinning her wrists, his emerald eyes cat-like, deep and mysterious, yet seemingly bloodthirsty.

Startled, she grabbed the blanket to rewrap her body and jumped out of the bed.

Si Yuheng sat up, "After having had a taste, you’re still afraid of being seen?"

The plain porridge and simple dishes tasted quite good; unlike those European and American women he was accustomed to, this Chinese girl gave him an unprecedented experience.

Liang Anya was furious with embarrassment, trembling with anger all over. She picked up a cup beside her and furiously smashed it towards the man on the bed, "Si Yuheng, I curse you to a terrible death!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly rummaged through the cabinets, randomly pulled out one of his T-shirts, and quickly put it on.

Si Yuheng caught the cup with his backhand; although it didn’t hit him, he was obviously enraged and was about to explode when his gaze shifted and then froze.

On the white bed sheets, a bright red plum blossom bloomed.

Was it her first time?

Si Yuheng’s gaze turned darker.

So, her clumsiness and awkwardness on the bed earlier was not due to his inadequacy but because it was her first experience.

And then, with a hint of teasing, he said, "No wonder you’re so angry, still a virgin, huh?"

Liang Anya felt a wave of heat rush from the back of her neck to behind her ears, her fists clenched.

She had never imagined that the first time she had treasured for so many years would be given to such a devil.

Even the strongest would feel their nose sour and eyes redden at this, but she also knew that she was like fish on the chopping board, powerless to talk of revenge, still in his hands.

However, he had at least promised that he would let her go after this.

She held back the tears that were about to burst out and stared straight at him, "Can you let me go now?"

The sparkling tears in the woman’s eyes caused Si Yuheng to focus slightly.

It was at this moment that there came a knock on the door, the voice of a Beiming Hall subordinate: "Hall Master."

"Come in," Si Yuheng said sharply.

The subordinate pushed the door open and immediately smelled the distinctive scent of post-coital affairs; he saw Liang Anya barefoot, wearing the Hall Master’s clothes, with the strawberries of a man’s fierce harvest on her arms and neck. He paused, realizing the Hall Master had simply used her as a cure and couldn’t help but take a second glance.

Si Yuheng’s expression turned displeased: "Speak if you have something to say!"

The subordinate averted his gaze: "Hall Master, the private jet is ready. Dawn is breaking, and we can board the aircraft at any time."

Si Yuheng got out of bed and put on his coat.

The subordinate hesitated, glanced at Liang Anya, and asked quietly, "Hall Master, what about this Chinese girl?"

Liang Anya’s palms were sweaty, almost forgetting the pain she still felt below.

The Beiming Hall’s mission in China had been completed, and before leaving, whether she would be killed, carved up, or thrown into the sea, it was all up to this devil.

Si Yuheng tidied up his collar in front of the dressing mirror, seeing in the reflection the woman trembling as she awaited his response.

His eyes moved slightly, and with emphasis he declared,

"Send her away."

*

After dawn broke, the day brightened.

Jiayi, who hadn’t closed her eyes all night, heard footsteps and Auntie Li’s voice downstairs: "Young Master is back."

She hurriedly jumped out of bed and clomped downstairs, just in time to see Huo Zhenyang entering the house.

He looked up and saw her, understood what she wanted to ask, and stopped in his tracks, "Auntie Li, you and the servants go make breakfast first, my wife and I will eat at home."

"All right, Young Master." Auntie Li left the space for the couple and headed to the kitchen.

With no one else around, Jiayi couldn’t hold back any longer, and she quickly approached, "What happened at Yulong Bay Villa? Has the person threatening Anya left? Who was it exactly?"

"It was people from Beiming Hall in A Country. This organization has always been cooperating with the Royal Family and government, handling affairs that are inconvenient for the government to investigate directly. They’ve been eyeing me for a while, but I’ve sent them back. This matter is over."

"Ya Chen has returned to his country?"

"I had him take a private jet back to S Country ahead of time."

"What about Anya?"

"Half an hour ago, my assistant called and said she had returned to her apartment. Since Beiming Hall has left China, holding onto her serves no purpose, and their Hall Master Si Yuheng owes me a favor, he has released her."

Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, turned around as if remembering something.

Huo Zhenyang spoke up, "The assistant is currently taking care of her. She just called to say that Anya has fallen asleep. You don’t need to rush to find her."

Jiayi understood that he wouldn’t have arranged for such attentive care for Anya unless he was worried about her concern.

Not knowing what to say, she simply said, "Thank you."

Huo Zhenyang’s brows knitted together: "That’s the most useless phrase in the world."

He was a pragmatist. He didn’t care for such empty words.