Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 664 - 644 She is simply like a little rascal!
The car door opened, and the servant hurriedly handed an umbrella to the young master.
Huo Zhenyang opened the umbrella and walked toward the villa.
Jiayi watched him walk away with the umbrella without looking back, standing still, not speaking, letting the rain fall at her feet and splash water.
He had indeed just picked her up to complete a task and now, once again, he wasn’t talking to her.
"Madam, let me escort you inside," another male servant said, seeing Jiayi still not moving, and shifted the umbrella a few centimeters over her head.
She followed the servant for a few steps, then suddenly mustered up the courage, ran out of the protective circle of the umbrella, and threw her arms around the waist of the man in front of her.
Huo Zhenyang’s steps halted, and in the dusky rain, he felt her jade-like body tightly pressed against him, trembling with restraint.
Her slender arms clung tightly around his robust waist, warm and soft like tendrils.
If it were any other time, he would have completely melted in her tender embrace.
"I don’t want to fight with you. Zaizai doesn’t like it when we fight either," her voice broke with sobs, "You’ve been mad for so many days, aren’t you over it yet?"
After a long silence, he finally turned around impassively, lifted her small wet face, which still looked so pitiable to him, her delicately furrowed brows showing a hint of stubbornness that tugged at his heart, and her almond-shaped eyes had a soul-melting power that, after looking too long, one simply couldn’t resist.
But the moment he thought of how her tender flattery that night was all for her old lover, his anger flared up again, and his gaze dimmed like extinguished embers.
"I’ve said it before, remember your identity and image," he said coldly.
"Outside you must be dignified, but this is home!" she countered with a pout, clinging to his waist like a petulant cat.
His eyes narrowing slightly, he raised his hand to her tender, soft hand: "Let go."
Feeling him trying to pull away, she tightened her arms, refusing to let go and burrowed her head into his chest, stubbornly insisting:
"I won’t let go. I just won’t! Unless... unless you carry me inside!"
Her delicate fingers clung to his tight and well-proportioned muscles around his slender waist, holding on stubbornly, like a little sprout taking root.
The moment the words left her mouth, her heart felt like it was about to leap out.
She had probably never been this forward with him in her entire life, had she?
It was so assertive it was almost without dignity! Like a little rascal, a little hoodlum!
This was not the reluctant initiative of that night, but a sincere desire to reconcile with him.
She didn’t know if it was because she had promised Zaizai, not wanting to disappoint Little Baozi, or if she was just accustomed to his indulgence, but now she found his coldness unbearable—she didn’t want to keep giving him the cold shoulder anymore.
The more she clung to him, the more it made him involuntarily recall who her passion was for on their wedding night.
"Take Madam inside!" he commanded sharply, and at the same time, he pried apart her fingers.
If he stayed with her any longer, he really feared he would be unable to resist softening his heart, easily forgiving this naive little woman!
The male servant snapped out of his shock, hurried forward a few steps, and pulled Jiayi away.
He turned away and didn’t look back, his polished shoes striking the rain-soaked ground with a clang as if from iron, striding towards the villa.
"Madam, it’s better to go inside and talk. You’re all wet; you’ll catch a cold," the male servant said helplessly, holding an umbrella over Jiayi’s head.
Jiayi stood stunned for a moment, not moving until she saw him disappear through the door, then followed the servant across the courtyard and into the house.
At the foot of the stairs, Auntie Li saw the young master return and knew Jiayi had come back too. She was waiting at the door with a towel and, seeing Jiayi soaked as if fished out of water, hurried to dry her off while expressing her concern, "How did you get so drenched? It’s already colder now; I’m afraid you’ll catch a cold. Hurry and take a hot shower upstairs and get a good night’s sleep."
Jiayi forced some energy into her demeanor and followed Auntie Li into the house. As she was changing shoes at the entrance, a familiar sweet and coquettish voice drifted out:
"...Cousin, you don’t know, I was just leaving the company when suddenly it started pouring, it gave me such a fright, luckily cousin had sent a driver in time."
It was Xiaolei’s voice.
Jiayi paused momentarily while changing her shoes, oh right, the Huo family’s driver had just gone to pick up Xiaolei as well, probably just got back not long ago.
"It’s just a bit of rain; what’s there to be so excited about? Look how thrilled you are," the man’s voice, listless and lazy, arose.
"Ay, Cousin, you’re not forgetful, are you? I love rainy weather the most! It’s so refreshing! Don’t you remember? When you were sixteen, during the summer vacation you spent in A Country, one day there was a torrential downpour and we ran around in the rain like lunatics, and got scolded by daddy afterwards."
"Alright, LO, go upstairs and change your clothes. If you get sick, your daddy will call me from overseas again to complain that I didn’t take good care of you," the man’s voice was already somewhat impatient, perhaps because of Jiayi’s sudden behavior just now outside, his tone still tinged with unrest.
Usually, Xiaolei, seeing her cousin displeased, would’ve smartly kept quiet, but today she seemed to linger:
"Cousin~ the company got me an audition for a TV drama. It’s only a third female lead role, but it’s a crucial part. It’s the audition tomorrow, and I’m not sure if I can succeed."
"Do your best."
"Cousin!~~" Xiaolei whined, "What I mean is, could you please accompany me to the production team tomorrow? Many people are competing for that female supporting role, and I definitely can’t outdo them. But if you come with me, they’ll consider it for your sake, and I’ll be almost guaranteed the part. If it was a regular role, I wouldn’t bother you, but I really love that one, I really want to play it! Cousin~~ Cousin~~ Hmm~ please agree~ I know tomorrow is your day off, so you’ll have time~"
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Auntie Li couldn’t help but purse her lips: "This Miss Cousin, always clinging to the young master as soon as she comes back."
Without a sound, Jiayi finished changing her shoes and walked into the living room.
Seeing Jiayi return, Xiaolei immediately stopped her pleading and coaxing voice aimed at Huo Zhenyang, paused for a moment, then cheerfully greeted, "Sister-in-law, you’re back too, huh?"
But that was just a greeting and nothing more. After that, Xiaolei immediately turned back to her cousin and continued to wheedle, "Please, please, it’s just an audition."
Huo Zhenyang’s tall form was slightly swayed by his cousin’s shaking, but his peripheral vision discreetly drifted to the little woman who had just entered.
Her wet hair had been dried, but droplets still clung to the ends, and draped in his suit jacket, she looked all the more pitiful and delicate.
His eyes flickered, "Alright."
Xiaolei was overjoyed, "That’s great! Thank you, Cousin~ I love you to death, Cousin~"
Just as she was about to throw herself forward for a kiss, Auntie Li’s brows furrowed deeper, and she raised her voice to a nearby maid, "What are you dazing for? Take Miss Xiaolei upstairs to rest now!"
Knowing full well that the young master and young madam were currently in a strained relationship, did this Miss Cousin still have to prod further?
