Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 694 - 674 Intimate Selfie

"Fuck! What the hell are you doing—you, motherf—," the young man, infuriated and embarrassed, saw himself drenched like a drowned rat, and had to suppress his anger and head to the restroom.

Xiaolei huffed, noticing that her hands and body were also sprayed with quite a bit of beer, and also left the private room to clean up in the restroom.

After tidying up her clothes in the restroom, Xiaolei came out, heading back to the private room along the corridor, when she abruptly stopped in her tracks at a certain spot.

Through the slightly ajar door, she saw a familiar figure come into view.

In the dimly lit private room, a man leaned back on the sofa, unconscious, with an array of opened liquor bottles on the coffee table in front of him.

Most of them were empty.

It was her cousin.

Xiaolei, surprised upon confirming the man’s identity, pushed the door open, walked in, and called out, "Cousin."

The man showed no reaction, his collar was open due to the heat from the alcohol, revealing his smoothly contoured and solid pectorals and neck.

"Cousin..." Xiaolei approached, bent down, and cautiously nudged the man.

He remained with his eyes closed, only his lips moved slightly as if mumbling something in a dream.

He seemed to be drunk.

Xiaolei glanced at the array of large and small liquor bottles on the coffee table, realizing that even a good drinker would get drunk with so much alcohol inside.

The murky, dim light in the private room cast a deep, ghostly sheen on his face, making him appear as a stunningly mysterious ruler of the night.

Now, looking at Huo Zhenyang, Xiaolei’s mood was quite complicated.

After she moved out of Disheng, Daddy had called her to tell her that her cousin had found out about her staying in Yunling.

Her cousin knew that Daddy wanted her to stay behind, to be his mistress.

Indeed, when Daddy made this request to her, Xiaolei herself had been puzzled, even resistant.

She was a true lady of wealth, so why should she fall to the status of a secret mistress?

Even as Daddy explained the reasons to her, appealing to her emotions and logic, she still couldn’t accept it.

Eventually overpowered by persuasion, she first followed Daddy to Yunling to attend her cousin’s wedding.

At the wedding, the sight of her cousin, whom she hadn’t seen for years, suddenly made her waver.

The man, walking into the church arm-in-arm with the bride, was tall and handsome, extraordinary, and outstanding enough to capture the gaze of every woman present.

Time could hone a man’s edge to become even sharper.

Compared to a few years ago, her cousin emanated an even more potent charm and masculine appeal.

Seeing the veiled bride in his arms, Xiaolei felt an unreasonable surge of competitive jealousy.

Over the years in the domestic circle, Xiaolei had dated rich heirs, officials’ sons, sports stars, and celebrity models, but there was no one quite like her cousin.

Conquering such a man must feel exhilarating, right?

So, after the wedding, when Boris once again brought up the matter with his daughter, Xiaolei agreed almost instantly.

The process of conquering this man was challenging, but she had no intention of giving up easily.

She also refused to lose to an Eastern woman who neither came from a better family nor understood men’s hearts better than she did.

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Bringing her thoughts back, Xiaolei’s gaze swept over the empty bottles, a hint of suspicion flickered in her eyes, then dissipated, replaced with conviction, and the corners of her lips curved up, revealing a confident smile.

Her cousin certainly wouldn’t be drowning his sorrows for no reason.

Although she had moved out of the villa, the nanny who took care of her would visit Disheng every few days to report on her well-being.

She had secretly instructed the nanny to also inquire about the matters over there and to report back to her.

It was naturally about her cousin and his wife.

After moving out of the Desheng Villa Area, the couple seemed to have improved their relationship for a while. Her cousin even took a long vacation, planning to take the younger woman to Southeast Asia for their honeymoon.

But a few days ago, they suddenly didn’t go.

It was said that they decided not to board the plane on the very day of departure.

Then she heard from the nanny that her cousin’s wife had not been home for several days in a row.

When the cousin’s wife returned home, it was her cousin’s turn to be absent from the villa for several days, having gone to live in Huafu Biyuan.

Xiaolei truly didn’t believe that there wasn’t something going on between them.

As she was pondering this, Huo Zhenyang stretched out his limbs on the sofa due to the unbearable heat, loosening his collar again and finding a comfortable angle for himself.

She then snapped out of her thoughts and noticed that her cousin seemed very uncomfortable, so she moved closer instinctively,

"Cousin, isn’t George with you? Is he outside? Should I have him take you home?"

His agitation grew as her breath, mixed with the scent of her perfume, wafted over. It was as if he heard her, yet he hadn’t, only letting out a muffled grunt.

"Cousin, what’s George’s phone number? I’ll have him come in."

Xiaolei started to search for the mobile phone on Huo Zhenyang’s body and after a while, found it in the inner pocket of his suit.

As she was about to look up George’s number in the contacts, her fingertip paused on the screen, a thought flashed through her mind, and a mysterious gleam crossed her eyes.

Subsequently, she launched the camera app, switched to selfie mode.

With a light hum and a sly, playful smile, she leaned her face against Huo Zhenyang’s shoulder, and, like him, half-closed her eyes in a seemingly drunken haze. She raised the phone and aimed the lens at both of them.

With a "click," the shutter button was pressed.

On the screen appeared an intimate selfie of a man and a woman.

Xiaolei pulled up Jiayi’s contact number, her gaze flickered, and without much hesitation, her fingertip landed, sending the photo over.

The man turned over again.

She hurriedly stuffed the phone back into his pocket and lifted his arm, draping it over her slender shoulders,

"Cousin, you’re drunk. Let me take you to my place to rest, okay?"

This was a golden opportunity given by the heavens; if she missed this, she might as well smash her head on a block of tofu and call it quits.

"Huff—" Due to the discomfort of being drunk, Huo Zhenyang took a breath but didn’t show any sign of awareness.

Xiaolei worked hard to support him up and walked out of the private room; George was probably waiting at the main entrance for her cousin, so it was simpler to just leave through the side door.

Just as she was dragging the drunken man intending to head to the side door, the approach of footsteps brought a shadow casting in front of Xiaolei.

She was startled and looked up to see a strange man appear before her.

The man was young, handsome, with calm eyes that belied his age, his complexion was cold and somewhat piercing at the moment, and his pale skin and lean features made him look as if he was recovering from a serious illness.

"Where are you taking him?"

Xiaolei’s brows tightened; this man didn’t look like her cousin’s servant or bodyguard. Could he be an acquaintance?

Regardless, the man’s commanding tone irritated her.

"Who are you? He’s my cousin. What business is it of yours where I take him?"

With that said, Xiaolei, not wanting to deal with him, turned to leave with Huo Zhenyang in tow.

The man quickly stepped forward and forcefully grasped Xiaolei’s arm.