Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 630 - 611: The Little Fairy Who Brings Disaster to the Country and Woe to the People
Jiayi couldn’t help but twitch her powdered lips, this man was just too difficult to please, even saying thank you wasn’t enough for him.
Her mind was suddenly filled with Ya Chen’s countless reminders and exhortations.
At least, for now, don’t make him unhappy...
Seeing his face darken, she softened her tone and blurted out, "You rest first, I’ll go to the kitchen and make you breakfast. As a way of saying thanks. Okay?"
"Auntie Li is already making it. And I don’t want to end up in the hospital," he crushed her attempt without a shred of mercy.
Trying to earn favor by making breakfast? Was she treating him like a beggar rewarding him with scraps?
Jiayi’s cheeks flushed red, slightly embarrassed, but adamantly denied, "My cooking is clearly decent, it’s not that bad."
"Heh, if it makes you happy," he couldn’t be bothered to argue about her disgraceful cooking skills.
Jiayi pouted her lips, but seeing that he had been busy all night and his face was covered with weariness, she decided not to argue with him, "Then can I give you a massage? My cooking might not be up to par, but I’ve got strength."
Huo Zhenyang loosened his collar and sat unceremoniously on the Italian leather sofa in the center of the living room, picking a comfortable angle to lean against the sofa back.
She moved behind the sofa; her hands pressing down on his shoulders to massage them. His muscles were very hard and firm, and massaging them was quite draining. Soon, she began to regret her offer a little, as it felt like she was really looking for hardship.
"Put some effort into it, didn’t you eat?" the man commanded like an imperious emperor, directing the strength of her massage.
"I haven’t eaten yet," she muttered, but still leaned in closer and increased her strength, kneading his shoulders like dough.
Because of the angle she leaned forward, he felt her warm breath moving across his neck, along with a pair of soft, almost imperceptible touches brushing against his back.
He couldn’t resist turning his head, casting a glance at her from the corner of his eye.
She had hurriedly come downstairs still wearing last night’s pajamas, with swathes of fair skin exposed, a vision of enchantment.
His gaze deepened, the early morning being a time when a man’s reactions are most easily provoked. At this moment, the young woman was flagrantly seducing him. After a while, he spoke, "Tired yet?"
She was taken aback, huh, he rarely showed this level of concern for someone else’s fatigue, how unusual. Without being polite, she replied, "A little, yes."
No sooner had her words fallen than her hand was grasped by his.
He pulled her to the front, along the edge of the sofa.
With a bit of effort, she slipped onto his lap, reflexively wrapping her arms around his neck.
His rich, mellow breath fanned her cheek, she grew slightly flustered, like a startled rabbit, "I’m just a bit sore in the hands, I’m not so tired that I need to sit down..."
And even if she had to sit, it didn’t have to be on his lap every time!
Just as she tried to push herself up, he pressed her back down, "Why the sudden niceness to me?"
The tone rang out in the quiet living room, filled with suspicion.
Her heart pounded, and she gave a noncommittal response, "You’ve been taking care of Anya for me..."
His eyes turned sharp, clearly not believing her, and the hand on her waist tightened, pulling her a few inches closer into his embrace. He let out a cold laugh, "Did Ya Chen say something to you?"
She took a breath, nothing could be hidden from this man.
He knew she had acquiesced. Although her sudden closeness to him was only due to someone else’s request, for their relationship, it still counted as progress.
He didn’t mind and even decided to enjoy her taking the initiative to be friendly.
No matter whether this closeness was due to some other reason or not. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
He didn’t continue to press her, his large hand leisurely traced around her waist as if he were parading through his own territory, showing no intention to avoid, and with a deep voice, he said, "If this were ancient times, you would be the little demoness that brought disaster upon the nation."
Her face turned red in an instant. Was this man taking an inch and wanting a mile just because he saw her being somewhat nicer to him?
Luckily, at that moment, Auntie Li and two servants came out carrying steaming hot breakfast.
Seeing the scene on the couch in the living room, the faces of several people turned red, unsure whether to call out or not.
Huo Zhenyang glanced at the servants, which was just as well, "Come over."
The servants headed by Auntie Li walked over.
Jiayi was still sitting on his lap, her face burning up, and she murmured like a mosquito, "Let me get up."
He glanced at her and didn’t let go, looking at Auntie Li and her group, "Miss Chu and I formally registered the day before yesterday. I’ve been too busy these past few days to officially inform anyone, so I’m taking this opportunity to tell you all, from now on, Miss Chu’s title can be changed."
Auntie Li understood and gave the other servants a glance.
A servant immediately left.
Huo Zhenyang draped his removed suit jacket over her, covering the graceful spring GUANG that only he was entitled to enjoy.
In a short while, all the servants inside and outside the villa had gathered in the hall, standing in a row, looking respectfully at their master.
What was this man playing at? Was he not embarrassed enough with Auntie Li seeing them that he had to summon so many people to admire her sitting on his lap?
Jiayi’s face became even more flushed, and before she could struggle much, he pressed her down again.
The Huo Family’s Disheng villa was very large, and since Huo Zhenyang had taken up the position of mayor in Yunling, he had mostly resettled in China and recruited quite a few additional staff members.
At this moment, the servants crowded in front, and at Auntie Li’s cue, they turned toward Jiayi, bowed deeply, and said, "Madam."
Seeing a group of servants bowing at ninety degrees one after another as if they were court officials attending a royal court, Jiayi instinctively tried to leap off the man’s lap, "No need for this, all of you stop it and go about your work..."
Before she could finish speaking, Huo Zhenyang rubbed her little head and pressed her down for the third time, "Mrs. Huo should have the presence of a Mrs. Huo. They are the servants of Huo Mansion and are here to serve you. Receiving a high salary from the Huo Family, it’s normal for them to bow and pay respects; you need to get used to it."
"Then, let me get up first," she said, still feeling uncomfortable. Couldn’t they have a proper conversation? Was it necessary to keep this posture?
His expression grew serious, "You’re legally husband and wife since you registered with me. What’s the problem with this?"
How could she feel at ease being held in his arms in front of so many people, she pushed against him almost imperceptibly, "But..."
"Feeling embarrassed? Don’t worry, they wouldn’t dare to laugh at you," he said, raising his voice slightly with a hint of coldness, "would you?"
The last question was clearly addressed to the servants.
The servants bowed even lower, "We wouldn’t dare, Young Master, Madam."
She knew he was helping her establish authority. Some servants could be very opportunistic, like Sister Hui.
If she was too kind and approachable, some servants might not take her seriously.
Moreover, her experience with Huo Zhenyang was rather unique, not following the normal process of love, marriage, and childbirth, which had already prompted some behind-the-scenes gossip among the servants.
