Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 738 - 718 Drunk and Powerless

The VIP cabin on the yacht.

The business negotiation went smoothly tonight.

On the crimson sofa, Mr. Lin from Green Land glanced at his watch, stood up, and smiled, "Mr. Huo, it’s late. Since we’re far from the city center, why not stay on the yacht overnight? We have plenty of rooms, all fully-equipped, and it’s also a chance to relax. We can head back in the morning. I’ll have my wife inform Mrs. Huo and ask her to stay as well."

After Su Yan boarded the yacht, she took Miss Xiaolei with her to mingle with the ladies of Mr. Lin’s wife’s circle.

They were currently in another cabin, drinking, chatting, and networking.

Although Huo Zhenyang told Jiayi over the phone that he wouldn’t return tonight, it was just a remark made in the heat of the moment; he hadn’t actually considered spending the night on the yacht. Standing up, he straightened his suit and said indifferently, "No need to trouble yourself."

Seeing that he insisted on leaving, Mr. Lin didn’t press further and accompanied Huo Zhenyang out.

Stepping out of the cabin, Huo Zhenyang’s expression was contained as he instructed George, "Please fetch Mrs. Huo and Miss Lo. We’re leaving."

"Yes, Boss," George turned and left.

However, he quickly came back alone.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyebrows knitted slightly, "What happened?"

"Miss Lo just drank too much and has vomited several times; she’s feeling very uncomfortable and has been helped by Mrs. Huo to a guest room below. It seems like she won’t be able to leave anytime soon."

"Ah?" Mr. Lin looked at Mr. Huo with courtesy and said, "In that case, why not stay after all?"

Huo Zhenyang’s expression darkened.

George knew that, given the Boss’s usual temper, he couldn’t be bothered whether Xiaolei was drunk or in discomfort.

Since she was drunk, they might as well leave her to rest on her own.

But now, they were on the client’s ship.

Mr. Lin and those present were watching.

Suppressing his temper, a cool air was evident on his face as he walked silently toward the cabin rooms.

The door to one of the guest rooms was ajar. Miss Xiaolei was reclined against the gilded headboard of the European-style bed, her long eyelashes closed, her cheeks flushed, appearing half-drunk, half-awake.

Su Yan was sitting beside the bed, holding a cup of hot water, "How are you feeling, Xiaolei? A bit better?"

Miss Xiaolei tried hard to open her eyes, but it seemed she was still very uncomfortable, "Has cousin finished talking? Should we go now? I’m afraid he’ll be impatient if we take too long..."

Su Yan frowned, pushed her down, and fed her some warm water, "How can you leave when you’re this drunk? Rest for a while first."

As soon as she finished speaking, the door was pushed open with a bang.

The man, radiating an icy aura, strode in and stood before the two like a cold statue, "Haven’t you rested enough?"

Seeing her cousin with a frosty face, Miss Xiaolei’s expression turned pained, "Cousin..."

Before she could finish, she clutched her heaving chest, displaying a struggle to vomit.

Su Yan stood up, set the water cup aside, and stood, "Xiaolei accompanied me to entertain Mrs. Lin and the others, knowing I can’t really drink. She took drinks for me all evening. She’s in no shape to go home like this; it would make her more uncomfortable. Since Mr. and Mrs. Lin insist so kindly, why don’t we just stay the night on the yacht?"

Huo Zhenyang’s expression was impassive, "If alcohol is making her uncomfortable, she should see a doctor. Get up, I’ll have George take you to the hospital."

Miss Xiaolei’s complexion changed, but she dared not disobey her cousin’s word, gripping the edge of the bed. Pausing for a moment, she leaned toward the outside.

Suddenly, her features twisted with discomfort, and she bent over to retch again.

Su Yan quickly supported Miss Xiaolei, patting her back, "Still feeling terrible, aren’t you? You can’t go on like this. I’ll fetch some more hangover remedies for you. Zhenyang, please look after Xiaolei for a moment." With that, she stood up and hurried out of the guest room without another word.

Before leaving, she imperceptibly closed the door.

"Cousin, I feel awful." Miss Xiaolei lifted her head pitifully, propping herself up, her face pale as she looked around.

The usually dazzling and endlessly lively, spoiled, and willful mixed-race beauty’s helpless drunken appearance could captivate most men’s hearts.

She refused to believe that she couldn’t have her cousin tonight.

Huo Zhenyang, not willing to wait for Su Yan, walked up impatiently, grabbed Miss Xiaolei’s wrist firmly: "Let’s go."

Miss Xiaolei stumbled from the man’s ruthless grip, her other hand instinctively braced against the nightstand, inadvertently knocking over a water glass.

Without deviation, a full cup of water spilled onto Huo Zhenyang’s trousers.

The entire trouser leg was drenched, a complete mess.

"Fuck!" he cursed under his breath, not hiding his irritation, his hand loosened, and he stepped back.

Miss Xiaolei, flustered, handed him tissue paper: "Cousin, I’m sorry, I’m dizzy and can’t see clearly... it wasn’t intentional."

The trousers were thoroughly soaked. Tissue paper alone simply couldn’t clean it up.

He reproached her sharply, flinging away the tissue from her hand, and turned to walk into the bathroom to clean up.

Miss Xiaolei, seeing the bathroom door slam shut, felt her heart pounding like a drumbeat, rapid and intense, yet unable to hide her flushed cheeks from excitement.

*

Meanwhile, outside the guest room.

In the hallway, Su Yan stared at the closed golden door of the guest room, lost in thought, her fingers involuntarily curling tight,

Thinking about the possibility of Miss Xiaolei taking their relationship to the next level with that man in the room tonight, she couldn’t help feeling a certain uneasiness.

After a while, she suppressed the turmoil in her heart, turned around, and walked up the stairs to the deck.

On the deck, George had been waiting for the boss and was surprised not to see him, but instead saw Su Yan coming out alone, with an unusual expression: "Madam, how is Miss Xiaolei? Where’s the boss?"

Su Yan glanced at George, her tone indifferent: "Miss Xiaolei isn’t feeling well, Zhenyang is staying in the room to keep her company. You wait outside."

The boss keeping Miss Xiaolei company? Impossible—

Without saying another word, George headed straight down the stairs, but Su Yan had already blocked his path, stopping him with a slightly chilly tone: "What are you doing?"

"I’m going to check on the boss."

Su Yan’s eyes flashed fiercely: "I told you, your boss is with Miss Xiaolei. Do you not believe me, or what?"

"Madam." George’s face was expressionless, "The young master is a married man, and it seems inappropriate for him to be alone in Miss Xiaolei’s room in the middle of the night. Let me go help take care of things." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

What kind of intentions Miss Xiaolei has towards the young master, outsiders might not know, but is there anyone in the Huo Family who isn’t aware?

Su Yan scoffed, her face growing colder: "There’s no need for your help. Go wait in the car for your boss; he’s not a child. When it’s time to come up, he will naturally. Are you afraid that Miss Xiaolei will devour him?"

George was silent, but he didn’t back down.

Su Yan’s voice turned icy, her authority more pronounced: "Don’t forget who is the master and who is the servant in the Huo Family. Have you forgotten your place, or have you forgotten that I am Mrs. Huo?!"