Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 651 - 631: The Mayorโs Enviable Fortune
George had no choice but to report the investigation results in detail:
"The notebook has been checked by someone, and it definitely has been tampered with; that document... also shows traces of having been copied." ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.๐ฐ๐ ๐ฆ
The chill between the manโs brows rose rapidly, the veins on his palms slightly protruding. Although he uttered not a word, the sheer coldness exuding from him was already bone chilling.
Nie Yixiao came to China this time to investigate him.
He had entered the presidential suite last night to look for evidence of his clandestine relationship with Ya Chen.
But that was not the point.
The point was, the abnormal behavior of that little woman last night... was indeed not just his paranoia.
She was helping her old lover cover up.
When he had come in, Nie Yixiao might still have been in the room.
She knew very well, if he were to discover Nie Yixiao on the spot, he would never let Nie Yixiao off the hook.
Fearing what he might do to Nie Yixiao, she had cast aside her modesty to seduce him, all to divert his gazeโ
That little woman betrayed him just to help her old lover make an escape!
The manโs veins suddenly throbbed with fury, a flash of imminent rage crossing the lofty bridge of his nose as his fist clenched tightly, smashing down on the coffee table next to the sofa with a "bang!" that made the tea set jump!
The expensive crystal cups couldnโt endure the manโs brute force, rolling off onto the marble floor and shattering into pieces, spinning on the ground.
George knew that the Boss always kept his joy and anger hidden. Now, his explosive temper proved he was uncontrollable with rage.
Taking a deep breath, George immediately said, "Boss, Iโve checked all the departure records of Yunling; thereโs no record of Nie Yixiaoโs party leaving the country. Itโs been less than a day; he couldnโt have left that fast. Heโs still in Yunling. Iโll have people watch the exits while others search for Nie Yixiaoโs whereabouts in Yunling. Whatever he finds, he wonโt have the chance to hand it over to the United Nations. Rest assured."
Huo Zhenyangโs handsome face remained tightly drawn, his thin lips curving into a cold, unyielding arc.
Of course, he wasnโt worried.
Not to mention that Yunling was his turf, even if Nie Yixiao managed to flee and hand over the mineral rights transfer agreement with S Country to the United Nations, with the Huo Familyโs legal team, he would still be able to extricate himself.
Thinking of sending him to an international tribunal?
In your dreams.
Yet despite all this, his face still did not brighten up. He was like a powder keg smeared with sparks, ready to explode at any moment.
George, of course, understood the Bossโs thoughts; the Boss was irate with the young lady of the house.
Right then, knocking sounds came from outside the presidential suite. It sounded like Auntie Li had arrived.
George glanced at the boss, seething with fury on the sofa, and gave permission, "Come in."
Auntie Li entered with a silver thermal food container in hand and, oblivious to the gloomy mood in the room, said warmly:
"Young Master, the young lady knew youโve been busy with guests at the hotel these past few days and was worried you were overstrained, so she specifically made some soup and asked me to bring it to you."
There was a moment of profound silence, as if a stone had been thrown into a deep pond, disappearing without a trace.
Auntie Li was puzzled and a bit surprised. Normally, the young master should be quite pleased to see the young lady being so considerate.
She didnโt want to ask the young master directly, so she stealthily glanced at George and mouthed, "What happened?"
George couldnโt say much, turned his face away, pretending he hadnโt seen her.
It was then that Auntie Li sensed something was amiss in the atmosphere. Just as she mustered the courage to inquire, the manโs cold and steely voice had already drifted over:
"Put it down, and go back."
George hurriedly took the food container from Auntie Liโs hands, placed it on the coffee table, and then led Auntie Li out of the presidential suite.
Once outside, Auntie Li couldnโt help but ask, "Whatโs wrong with the young master? He seems to be in a bad mood, doesnโt he?"
This could be either a trivial or a serious matter, especially since it involved the Bossโs important affairs. Hence, George naturally wouldnโt speak carelessly, dismissing it with, "Heโs been busy, on his feet all day, and entertaining guests all day today; heโs exhausted. Thatโs all, you better go back now, donโt disturb the Boss any longer."
Auntie Li felt something was off. Even if he was busy or tired, seeing Jiayi showing initiative like this, the young master should be revitalized, at the very least, he should have shown a smile or asked a few questions.
Seeing that George was reluctant to speak, Auntie Li could only leave, casting a suspicious glance at the room as she did.
George let out a sigh as Auntie Li walked away, then turned and went back into the suite.
Observing that the Boss still wore a face as stern as iron, George picked up the food container, removed the insulation lid, and fanned it with his hand to release the aroma that immediately filled the room:
"Boss, it smells great. I didnโt expect the young mistressโs cooking skills to be so decent."
He paused, his tone slightly teasing, "The young mistress is really considerate, even including deer penis. Shall I get a bowl and serve some for the young master?"
As he spoke, he passed the food container over and placed it on the coffee table in front of the Boss.
A layer of light golden oil glistened on the surface. The deer penis and mutton floated in the soup, looking irresistibly appetizing.
The man lifted his eyelids, casting a cool glance at the soup, a cold smile curling the corners of his mouth.
What was the meaning of this soup?
Out of guilt?
The thunderous fury that was already brewing hadnโt diminished in the slightest because of this soup.
In the middle of his anger, he had already had his fill of that young womanโs temper; how could he stomach any soup?
He stood up abruptly, a cool breeze following, and left a curt command: "Dump it."
By the time he had finished saying this, his tall and handsome figure had already stepped into the inner room, exuding an air of frost.
George took a deep breath, knowing full well the Boss had said to dump it, but he certainly wouldnโt be foolish enough to actually do so.
The Boss was angry now, of course he would say that; but what if he calmed down later and asked for the soup?
This was the first soup the young mistress had actively made for the Boss, precious in his eyes indeed.
Without a word, George secured the lid on the food container and put it in the kitchen.
*
Disheng Villa.
The night was deep.
After Jiayi led Zaizai upstairs to bed and settled into her room, she wasnโt sleepy and simply sat cross-legged on the sofa downstairs, hugging her tablet to surf the internet.
She scrolled through a local forum for a while when a news story popped up.
Her eyes widened as she read, a hint of amusement on her face.
"The Huo Familyโs Delicate Wife Shuns Servants, Bare-Faced in Market Making Soup for Husband"
No need to guess, as someone in the market must have recognized her and tipped off the reporters.
The news item detailed her grocery shopping at the market that day, with the reporterโs exaggerated description giving the impression they had witnessed it firsthand.
The rest wasnโt much of a concern, but one line almost made Jiayi jump:
"Madam Huo was discerning in the market, finally settling on a deer penis and mutton soup, known for its tonifying effects."
"The young wife in the bloom of youth, selecting a virility soup on her first day of marriage; the mayor is indeed a lucky man."
...
Never mind the rest, but did they really have to spell out it was a virility-boosting deer penis and mutton soup?!
And what does the second sentence mean?
Isnโt it clearly suggesting she is insatiable, always pestering him?
This is too unjust!
Her face turned a shade of embarrassed red.
As one might expect, tomorrowโs local newspapers in Yunling would definitely carry the news about her buying deer penis to make a virility-enhancing soup for someone.
