Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 660 - 640: Pretending to be Young

Jiayi withdrew from Xiaolei’s embrace.

She didn’t like Xiaolei’s enthusiasm very much.

Whether it was genuine or not, she could still tell.

Xiaolei’s gaze, always carrying a hint of scrutiny and judgement, and a deeply hidden hostility.

After a moment, Jiayi replied, "The house is very large."

Whether it would be a disturbance, anyone with a bit of clear sight would understand.

If she really had tact, she wouldn’t suggest moving into the villa during her cousin and his wife’s honeymoon period.

Xiaolei was feigning ignorance.

What could she say? Reply that it would be a disturbance? That would make her, in front of the servants, seem like the mistress of the house with a narrow mind, unwilling to accommodate her own relatives.

Say it wouldn’t be a disturbance? She didn’t want to lie either.

Jiayi’s parsimonious words left Xiaolei feeling somewhat dull, but she still kept a smile, "Cousin-in-law, I didn’t have a chance to talk much with you at the wedding a few days ago, you probably don’t know much about me, right? Cousin and I were very close as children, and although we don’t see each other often, every time Cousin comes to A Country, he stays at my place, oh right, don’t you think my Chinese is impressive? Cousin taught me himself! Also, my nickname is LO, the Chinese name Xiaolei was given by Cousin. To learn Chinese well, I read three Chinese articles every day and listen to Chinese broadcasts. Cousin even praises me for being diligent. This time, I hope to become friends with you."

No wonder she spoke Chinese so fluently abroad; it was all due to someone’s hard work.

Xiaolei’s sweet voice continued to come in waves, but Jiayi was no longer interested in listening to her prattle on about the past between her and her cousin.

He had memories worth cherishing with a cousin, but she had none with him.

She calmed her emotions, lifted her chin, and interrupted Xiaolei with a light voice, "How old are you?"

Xiaolei, in the midst of her enthusiasm, was taken aback by the interruption, "Twenty-three."

Jiayi gently curled her lips, "You might not be very familiar with the customs and ways of Chinese people. At twenty-three in China, most have already graduated from university, joined the workforce, and can get married and have children. You’re not considered a child anymore. I sincerely remind you, speaking like this in public, you might get criticized—"

Xiaolei’s expression changed, "Criticized for what?"

"Old cucumbers painted green, pretending to be young."

Xiaolei’s throat tightened, her face flushed with red. Was she being mocked for being an old cucumber, or for pretending to be young?

Jiayi was too lazy to listen to Xiaolei continue, and turned around, "Auntie Li, it’s getting late, please continue."

Auntie Li raised her hand to direct Xiaolei with a gesture, "Please, Miss Xiaolei."

Xiaolei suppressed her discomfort, following Auntie Li and the maid down the corridor to the arranged guest room.

Before entering, she rolled her eyes slyly, asking casually, "Which room is Cousin staying in?"

The maid didn’t think much of it, pointed down the corridor to a room somewhat far away, and blurted out, "That’s the young master and young mistress’s living quarters. But these days, the young master is staying in the study."

Auntie Li glared at the maid, signaling her to keep quiet, and the maid, realizing she had misspoken, quickly fell silent.

A spark gleamed in Xiaolei’s eyes; could it be that Cousin and his wife were having a quarrel?

Auntie Li saw Miss Xiaolei’s expression and explained, "The young master only took up his position not long ago, and he’s been very busy with work these days. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have postponed the honeymoon. So after he comes home, he usually continues to work in the study."

Oh, an explanation that’s really a cover-up. Xiaolei didn’t ask any more, just glanced at the guest room and gasped.

"What’s wrong, Miss Xiaolei?" Auntie Li asked in surprise.

Xiaolei frowned at the wallpaper in the guest room, gold wallpaper with hand-painted vines, "I have trypophobia, I would like to switch to a different room."

Auntie Li frowned, "But the room is already cleaned."

"Do you know what trypophobia is? It means looking at these kinds of clustered patterns even once can make me feel sick!" Xiaolei’s lips pursed even higher, and her voice grew louder.

Jiayi hadn’t entered the room yet but heard Xiaolei’s grumbling voice, paused her steps, and looked over.

"What’s the matter?" As the man ascended the stairs, Xiaolei rushed over like an arrow, "Cousin~"

Seeing the young master go upstairs, Auntie Li said, "Miss Xiaolei isn’t very satisfied with the arranged guest room and wants to switch to another."

Xiaolei pouted her plump, red lips in frustration, "Cousin, I don’t like the wallpaper in the room. I have trypophobia, and that pattern makes me feel numb if I look at it too long."

What a princess syndrome. Jiayi’s lips twitched.

"Just switch the guest rooms," Huo Zhenyang couldn’t be bothered to argue back and forth with Xiaolei, instructing, "Go ahead and change it."

After all, there wasn’t just one guest room on the second floor.

Xiaolei quickly pointed to one of the rooms, "Cousin, I want to stay in that one."

Auntie Li looked over to see that the room Miss Xiaolei pointed to was right next to the young master’s study. The two rooms were very close, forming a suite with a connecting door in between, and was momentarily taken aback, "Miss Xiaolei, there are plenty of other rooms in the house."

Before she could finish, Huo Zhenyang, expressionless, interjected, "Auntie Li, have someone go arrange it."

Xiaolei, seeing her cousin agree so readily, beamed with happiness. She took a few steps forward, took hold of Huo Zhenyang’s arm, and shook it, "I knew cousin doted on me the most."

Auntie Li glanced at Jiayi and saw her composed, indifferent expression, having no reaction, and could only order the maid to get the room next to the study ready.

Jiayi saw Xiaolei clinging to Huo Zhenyang’s arm and chatting merrily about something, her eyes slightly shifted, but there was no ripple of emotion. She turned around and walked straight into Zaizai’s room to continue helping him with his homework.

Huo Zhenyang’s peripheral vision lingered on that slender, graceful leaving figure. Seeing her leave silently, a fog seemed to descend upon his deep, still eyes, the coldness magnified manifold. Xiaolei’s voice was still sweet as honey next to him, chirping incessantly, but he hadn’t heard a single word.

Xiaolei finally noticed the indescribable chill enveloping her cousin and stopped talking, tentatively asking, "Cousin, did you have a fight with your wife?"

He pulled back to the present, his lips parted in a mocking smile, his tone icy, "Xiaolei, you know what your cousin dislikes the most."

Xiaolei stuck out her tongue tip, "I know you don’t like others asking too much about your affairs, but I’m not just anybody, I’m your cousin. Aunt passed away early, and uncle is now in America, not by your side. If I, your cousin, don’t care for you, then who will care for cousin?"

The parents of Lady Lan in China, Huo Zhenyang’s maternal grandparents, had passed away early; most of the relatives on his mother’s side were in Europe.

On Huo Tianpei’s side, it was from Huo Tianpei’s grandfather’s generation that they started making their first bucket of gold, rising from hundreds of hands. Having broken free from the commoners, each generation had few children, and over three to four generations, they’d gradually distanced themselves from old relatives. As they moved further and further away, by the time of Huo Zhenyang’s generation, coupled with his individualistic nature, the relations with the Huo family’s relatives were basically quite sparse.

So, Boris and his daughter were already considered relatively close relatives to Huo Zhenyang.