Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 707 - 687: He Hates It Most When She Calls Him Mr. Huo
Jiayi rushed to the hotel lobby and immediately spotted the courier in his uniform. Her eyes brightened.
"Brother, did you deliver this package?" She handed the delivery slip to him.
The courier nodded, "Is there any problem, miss?"
Jiayi asked, "Where was this package sent from?"
The courier glanced at the slip and shook his head, "Our goods go through several transfer stations before being sorted and distributed from Yunling Warehouse."
"You don’t even know the general area of where it was sent from?"
The courier scanned the slip with his device, "Miss, I only know the origin is not within China. The sender chose a confidential anonymous dispatch, I’m sorry, I can’t help you."
Jiayi had no choice but to let it go, signed the delivery note, and watched the courier’s departing figure, inexplicably sighing and standing still.
It was Brother Yixiao.
Although he had left, he should have seen the news of Daddy and Mommy’s wedding in the newspaper.
Mommy watched him grow up, and even though he couldn’t attend, the gift couldn’t be absent.
She originally wanted to know where he was now, even just a general location, to ease her mind.
His wound hadn’t fully healed, and she couldn’t stop worrying about him.
The attending doctor had said that the injury was in his lung, which could affect his future immunity and physique.
He couldn’t get cold before he recovered, nor could he engage in intense exercise; otherwise, he would suffer longstanding health issues.
Could he take care of himself alone?
However, seeing the lavish gift he sent this time, she knew at least Brother Yixiao was doing well materially.
That was good.
Jiayi pulled herself together, took a deep breath, and turned around.
Just as she left the lobby and returned to the quiet corridor, she halted, rooted to the spot as she froze at the sight of the man ahead of her.
Huo Zhenyang had come out at some point, hands pocketed in his iron-grey trousers, casually leaning against a golden pillar in the passageway, and it was unclear how long he had been watching her.
Half of the man’s face, under the illumination of the crystal chandelier, was cast in shadows, and his piercing gaze shot towards her, sharp enough to lay bare one’s deepest secrets with a single look.
"Where have you been?"
She controlled the turmoil in her heart and calmly avoided his probing and icy gaze, "Signing for a delivery."
"They need you personally to do that?"
She changed the subject, "Daddy and Mommy’s ceremony should be over, I’m going in first."
She continued to walk down the corridor.
As she passed by him, her arm was grabbed and held in place.
Her face changed color, and she jerked her arm away forcefully, "Aren’t you afraid of being seen?"
His cold eyes flickered. Had she learned to threaten him with his own taboos? He released his grip on her.
She breathed a sigh of relief, stepped back, and was about to quicken her pace to leave when she was suddenly hoisted over his shoulder and carried down the quiet corridor with no third person in sight, walking briskly forward—
"What are you doing? Put me down!"
She was startled and began to punch him, feeling the cold aura of his body as if it were contagious, chilling her to the bone.
He was angry!
And very annoyed!
The shiny crocodile leather shoes tapped on the cold marble floor with a solid and rhythmic tapping sound that echoed in the hallway.
That sound made her heart race with fear.
She knew all too well the signs of this man’s impending rage!
Not sparing a word, he’d simply act to show how furious he was!
Of course, she understood what she did to anger him again, just the thought of not knowing by what means he’d punish her sent shivers down her spine!
Being locked up at home was one thing.
But this was a hotel, a public place!
What exactly did he want to do?
"Huo Zhenyang! Put me down! Don’t force me to desperation, otherwise the one losing face will be you!... I shouted—I really did— I mean it! One more chance for you, I’ll count to three—three—two—two and a half—Enough! Put me down!"
She was truly panicked, especially since the corridor leading to the banquet hall was deserted, doing nothing to restrain him.
He, of course, didn’t believe she would actually shout.
He had touched every inch of her body—didn’t he know her temperament?
Thin-skinned! Afraid of embarrassment! Anxious not to worry her mother!
Her parents were inside performing ceremonies, and he didn’t believe she would actually dare to scream and shout.
With a sweeping glance, Zhenyang casually kicked open a restroom door and carried her inside.
This was a private single restroom, an exclusive luxury decoration of a seven-star hotel.
It was less a restroom and more like a lounge.
With luxurious columns and mirror table carvings reminiscent of the Louvre, red carpeting underfoot, and a fragrance that filled the air, delighting the senses.
A male hotel PA was cleaning inside the restroom. Startled by the sight of a tall, powerfully-built man carrying a petite young woman inside, he didn’t get a chance to react before the man, with an icy, chilled expression, barked an order:
"Get out."
Regaining his senses, the PA hurried out, even thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
Huo Zhenyang put the small woman on his shoulder down onto the washbasin, strode forward in two steps, and with a click,
Jiayi heard the sound of the door being locked and leaped off the platform towards the exit, only to run into his hard chest as he turned, stumbling back several steps, nearly knocking herself unconscious.
He yanked her arm and hauled the little escapee up, once again tossing her onto the washbasin.
His eyes, burning with extreme anger like a wild beast fresh from a kill, forcefully twisted her small face toward him and mocked her mercilessly:
"Dare to ask about your old lover’s whereabouts in front of me, running for what? Such a small amount of courage?"
For the first time tonight, she looked up at him directly with her flawless, white jade face, not wanting to hide: "His injuries haven’t healed, the doctor mentioned he could suffer complications at any time if not properly recuperated. He left all alone so suddenly, I just wanted to know where he is, if he’s doing well, what’s wrong with that?"
"You still have the nerve to talk back?! I’ll say it once more, you’re not single, you’re married!"
His Adam’s apple trembled with the intensity of his anger, the large hand gripping her chin tightened its hold.
She smiled coyly, as if having heard the world’s most laughable joke:
"And what about you, Mr. Huo? As a married man, aren’t you also entangled with other women? Don’t expect from others what you can’t do yourself!"
Do the officials get to set fires, while the common people aren’t even allowed to light lamps?
He hated her calling him Mr. Huo the most!
This address reserved for strangers was like a sharp hook!
Every time, it pushed the hard-won closeness between them away again, like a distant Milky Way!
With a "rip," his hand slid down, aggressively probing the innermost layer of her layered tulle skirt—
His rough finger hooked, ruthlessly pulling down her safety shorts underneath her gown.
If she liked to create distance between them, then he would close that gap!
"You’re sick! Stop it!" she struggled against his iron grip, trying to pull away; any other occasion might have been fine, but this was her parents’ wedding!
