Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 647 - 627 Still Not Full, What to Do

Nie Yixiao’s relieved expression spread across his face, the light in his eyes shimmering faintly, but Jiayi couldn’t see it.

She still had feelings for him after all, worrying that he might be in danger.

Then everything was worthwhile.

He had let her down, because of his damn official duties, making her endure both mental and physical torture during those years with the Chu Family. And now, she was still considering his safety...

What more could he ask for?

He had been praying for her forgiveness, and only now did he realize that the person who couldn’t forgive him wasn’t her, but himself.

Jiayi had moved on a long time ago.

But he still loathed the person who had once hurt her—himself.

"You’re right, if I promised you something, I’ll keep my word. Just like when we were young."

Nie Yixiao’s faint voice rose from the quiet end of the phone line, pausing for a moment, "Don’t worry. He won’t be in trouble this time. The evidence will never be known by the United Nations side."

Jiayi understood his character, knew that he was making a solemn vow; she didn’t say more, but her eyes flickered, sensing something off in his words, "What about you? If you don’t complete the mission, will the organization give you trouble?"

"No problem." Two light words traveled through the signal.

For some reason, Jiayi felt slightly uneasy. She was about to ask more when footsteps came from the bedroom.

Panic-struck, she hung up the phone and turned around, just in time to see Huo Zhenyang entering the study.

He was wearing a robe, loosely tied at the waist; the collar open, revealing his well-defined chest muscles. His hawk-like eyes were deep and profound, like the darkest sky before dawn. Through the French window, he saw the little woman on the balcony and slightly curved his meticulously shaped thin lips, his tone full of suspicion,

"Up so early?"

Jiayi managed to control her heartbeat, nodding, "Just wanted to breathe some fresh air."

He gently pulled the robe around him, walked out to the balcony in a few steps, and glanced at the corner of the phone in her hand, "Who did you call?"

"Nobody. Just checking the time." Her breath held again.

Fortunately, he didn’t seem suspicious and didn’t ask further, stepping out of the balcony.

Whether it was the pre-dawn chill, having stayed on the balcony too long, or the man’s overwhelmingly cold presence, the moment he stepped onto the balcony, Jiayi shivered and took the opportunity to say, "I’ll go back in." With that, she headed back into the room.

He reached out his long arms, pulling her into his embrace, opened his robe slightly, and wrapped her in it.

For a moment, Jiayi froze, looking up to see his deep and unfathomable eyes on her, "Still cold?"

Unwanted memories of the night before surfaced in her mind, heating her body, and she shook her head honestly, "Not anymore."

Seeing her body squirm, as though trying to escape, his tone grew displeased and suspicious, "You were so passionate last night. What’s wrong now?"

She could only obligingly lean into his arms, thinking—and it still didn’t seem enough.

Such a drastic change in her attitude would surely arouse suspicion in a man like him.

With her slender arm, she held his lean and muscular waist and whispered, "Not at all. I just wanted to go into the room."

Her alternating passivity and assertiveness stirred him, the flames from the night still unquelled, began to flicker again. His voice dropped lower, "Go into the room? Are you thinking about the second half already?"

She involuntarily drew in a breath. The second half? Was this man even human? Made of steel? She was almost falling apart because of him.

"That’s not what I meant," she said, her cheeks flushing as she spoke firmly.

"But I haven’t had my fill yet, so what should I do?" His hand was already becoming restless.

"Still not full? A big eater, huh?" She ground her teeth and promptly changed her tune, "Never mind... I think I’ll just breathe in some fresh air."

Seeing her frightened by him, he curved his lips into a smirk and picked her up.

Before she could let out a low cry of surprise, she was already sitting on the carved railing of the balcony.

He twisted her body to face the city’s landscape, wrapped his arms around her slender waist from behind, and said in a deep voice, "Wait a moment. Take a look before we leave."

Take a look at what?

In her astonishment, a bright light suddenly flickered far across the blue-grey skyline, then the light spread, growing brighter and wider.

The night clouds seemed to be stained with color, spreading out in a wash—

It was fireworks and salutes.

The expanse of the fireworks was immense, as if originating from the open sea, extending all the way to the hotels in the city center.

The fireworks rose from the ground like pillars of water, unfurling into dazzling blossoms in the dusk of dawn, as if proclaiming to the world the grandeur of this wedding celebration.

Not just in Yunling.

All seven coastal cities were submerged in a sea of colors, bathed in phantom streams of light, resembling a fairyland on earth.

Early risers were so stunned that they flocked out of their homes to watch this rare spectacle from the roadside or their home balconies.

The fireworks erupted wave after wave, one after another.

In just a few minutes, the sky was lit up as if it were daylight.

From the looks of it, it wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

This pre-dawn fireworks celebration was just a small dessert after tea for her, yet she knew all too well how much manpower and resources it must have cost.

She watched, captivated, almost speechless against the backdrop of the fireworks, and couldn’t help joking, "Mr. Huo, are you trying to wake up the entire coastline?"

From behind, he supported her delicate and tender chin, forcibly making her look down at the city beneath the skyscrapers, his gaze clear and resolute, his tone indifferent yet exuding his usual understated authority:

"And why not?"

She took a deep breath, understanding.

Of course, he could, he was in charge of this city.

"It is said that the wedding custom of the locals in Yunling is such, symbolizing the mingling of waters, forever united in heart, never to doubt each other. Let’s follow the local customs."

Forever united in heart, never to doubt each other... As she listened to these words, she felt inexplicably guilty. Not to mention whether they could be forever united in heart, as for no doubts, it seemed that just last night she had in fact deceived him.

He turned her face towards him, his proud nose pressing against her tender cheeks, his eyes deep and serene, "So, you can’t keep things from me in the future."

Feeling even more guilty, she pursed her delicate and moist lips, trying to change the subject, "You believe in these customs?"

But he remained calm, not at all distracted by her banter, his expression becoming serious.

Only then did she stick out her tongue, "Hmm."

"Hmm. I want to take a bath." The ardor of the night had left her drenched in sweat, and by now she felt sticky.

He didn’t object but instead of putting her down, he carried her straight into the room and towards the bathroom, "Together."

She had long known he wouldn’t let her off so easily; going to the bathroom, could anything good come of it? She immediately rejected him, "No. The promised compensation was enough, don’t be overbearing."