Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 70: I Am His Fiancée

Just now at the dining table, Mu Qingran noticed that Zhenyang and this female secretary had a somewhat unusual relationship.

How could a minor employee of a branch, inexperienced and unlikely a graduate from a famous university, have any reason to go on a business trip with the head of the conglomerate?

When the girl couldn’t drink alcohol, Zhenyang actually took the considerate step of swapping her drink for grape juice.

Moreover, at this moment, as soon as the girl walked in, Zhenyang’s gaze never left her, filled with doting, indulgence, and passion.

And these attentions should have belonged to Mu Qingran.

Jealousy and sourness welled up bit by bit, making Mu Qingran feel unbearable with every additional minute spent here.

Finally, she took a deep breath and squeezed out a graceful smile, "Then I won’t disturb Mr. Huo anymore. I’ll head out. If there’s any issue with the contract, please feel free to contact me."

Huo Zhenyang nodded slightly, his eyes indifferent and aloof.

Mu Qingran closed the door and left.

The office quieted down.

Seeing Mu Qingran had left, Jiayi put down the documents and prepared to leave. Just as she got up and took a few steps, a deep voice came from behind her, "You saw everything?"

She hummed a confirmation and stammered, "Don’t worry, I’m no paparazzo. I won’t gab about your love affairs. I’ll be leaving now. Mr. Huo, you’re busy."

No sooner had she finished speaking did Huo Zhenyang close the distance in a stride, spreading his arms to loop around her slender waist from behind in a wild and domineering way, preventing her from leaving.

He rested his head beside her delicate ear, his tone full of teasing, "Jealous?"

"Not at all," she replied, feeling the heat of the man’s breath on her back speeding up her heartbeat.

"Then why did you kick the door in and drive her away?" Huo Zhenyang’s lips quirked up.

As if he had touched upon her true feelings, Jiayi felt both embarrassed and angry, struggling briefly, wanting nothing to do with this man anymore.

"I have nothing with her." He would not allow her to leave, forcefully twisting her to face him and insolently lifting her chin.

Jiayi fell silent for a moment, then instinctively asked, "Really nothing?"

Watching the girl look like a jealous wife, Huo Zhenyang’s lips curved more deeply.

Perhaps Mu Qingran’s appearance wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

At least, it made him realize that Jiayi was unwilling to let him have other women and no longer resisted him as before. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Really nothing. Just an acquaintance from the past," he said calmly.

Unable to help it, Jiayi curled her red lips skeptically, "But just now you were... embracing, and you didn’t resist."

Her pouting look was adorable, and tempting, her rosy lips as if they could entice a teapot, or lure him into wishing he could ravish them with a fierce kiss.

But the little one was still angry, and he didn’t want to scare her.

After a while, Huo Zhenyang suppressed his itching heart and smiled gently, "Resist? I would have needed the chance to do so. She had barely hugged me when you kicked the door open and burst in. Also, this is a client’s winery, with employees everywhere outside. I came here to sign a contract today; I didn’t want to make a scene over a woman that could affect the company’s reputation."

Jiayi felt much better upon hearing this, yet she still grumbled, "...Where did I kick the door, where did I barge in..."

She made it sound like she was some female bandit; she couldn’t have been that violent.

"You haven’t finished sorting the contract, are you planning on leaving?" Huo Zhenyang raised his eyebrows.

Jiayi obediently sat back down on the sofa.

"Your secretary look today is really to my liking," Huo Zhenyang suddenly remembered something, his handsome face revealing a hint of wickedness, and his large hand reached around to give her pert, round buttocks a slap.

The sound of the "smack" in the enclosed office environment was infinitely suggestive.

In the air, there seemed to be scorching molecules, slowly rising.

Jiayi’s face flushed red, feeling like an egg could be cooked on her face if thrown.

She reflexively jumped back, grabbed the coffee cup from the side of the coffee table, and spoke so hurriedly that she was almost unintelligible, "Your coffee’s gone, I’ll get you a refill."

Having said that, like a scared animal, she fled the room.

Huo Zhenyang knew she was genuinely shy.

This time he didn’t stop her from leaving, just lounged lazily on the sofa, his eyes slightly curved, filled with a light doting.

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Having temporarily escaped the office where the heat seemed to double, Jiayi asked the estate staff for a coffee refill, then came out of the pantry.

On her way back to the office, Jiayi passed through the long corridor, a familiar female voice came from behind:

"Miss Luo."

She turned her head, not surprised, it was indeed Mu Qingran.

Mu Qingran stood opposite, the sadness and loss that had filled her face were swept away, her spirit restored, her tone was very gentle, "I don’t know if I could have a few words with Miss Luo?"

Jiayi really wanted to refuse, but subconsciously she felt like Qingran had something important to say to her.

Out of curiosity, she eventually straightened her chest slightly and answered politely, "Of course."

The two went to a nearby lounge, sitting face to face.

Jiayi placed the coffee at her side, waiting for Mu Qingran to speak.

"Is Miss Luo really just Mr. Huo’s secretary?" Mu Qingran inquired tentatively.

"I’m not familiar with Director Mu, and I believe that private matters beyond work don’t necessarily have to be shared with Director Mu," Jiayi replied serenely.

Mu Qingran’s gaze sharpened.

The girl in front of her seemed youthful and tender, but she was by no means foolish.

Her remarks were not only polite but also cleverly evaded the topic.

However, didn’t this just imply that the little secretary’s relationship with Huo Zhenyang was not simply that of a superior and a subordinate?

Pausing for a moment, Mu Qingran smiled faintly and finally got straight to the point, "At first I was curious how Miss Luo, so young, could be travelling on business with her boss. It turns out that the relationship between Zhenyang and Miss Luo is indeed not shallow."

Zhenyang?

Jiayi’s eyes narrowed, looking towards Mu Qingran.

Such an intimate address, such sickly-sweet tones, as if declaring that Huo Zhenyang was her man.

"I think Miss Luo must want to know what exactly my relationship with Zhenyang is," Mu Qingran continued in a gentle tone.

Jiayi controlled her heartbeat and remained silent.

Mu Qingran’s lips curled into a slight smile, "I once was engaged to Zhenyang, his fiancée, but a few years ago, we had a little misunderstanding, and I went abroad. I haven’t had any contact with him for many years, but now, I have returned."

The last phrase "I have returned" was a clear declaration of her intent to reclaim her man, signaling to other women to step aside.

Auntie Li had mentioned Huo Zhenyang’s former fiancée. Was it really this woman right before her?

Jiayi’s heartbeat intensified.

Mu Qingran looked at her, speaking softly, "I’ve been away for a few years, and for a successful man like Zhenyang, it’s impossible that there were no women throwing themselves at him. So if Zhenyang was keeping you, I wouldn’t be surprised. Oh, excuse me, I shouldn’t say ’keeping’... Anyway, what I mean is, even if Zhenyang is with you now, I can understand. However, now that I have returned, I hope Miss Luo understands that I am his fiancée."