Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 741 - 721: Wife Power MAX

This man just loved the feeling of having her and other women get jealous and fight over him.

She really couldn’t stand Xiaolei this time, and after a fight, this man must be even more smug, right?

She just didn’t want him to be that delighted.

Jiayi casually removed his hand: "You just touched another woman, don’t touch me! You’re covered in the scent of vixens."

His handsome face collapsed in an instant, teeth clenched in anger.

This woman, knowing full well that Xiaolei had purposely locked the door and trapped him in the yacht’s guest room.

At that moment, George had the driver take another car back and he drove over in the car Jiayi and Zaizai were using, rolling down the window as he arrived.

Jiayi didn’t look back, heading towards the car, but before she had taken a few steps, she was lifted off the ground by the man who had quickly caught up with her and strode towards the car.

"What are you doing!" She kicked out in surprise.

"Didn’t you say there’s a smell? You help me cover up the scent of other women."

He said brazenly, his eyes fierce, he then bent down, rubbed his face in the nape of her neck, and in a low, magnetic, and deep voice, said with indescribable teasing, "There, okay? Now, I’m covered in your scent."

Her face strangely flushed, and she was both amused and helpless, turning her head to the side.

He sensitively noticed her evasion, his brows tightening.

She had been the one initiating things with him in the car that night!

As soon as her goal was met, she forgot all about it!

It seriously annoyed him, so he turned her little head towards him: "You were so scared when you heard I was with Xiaolei that you sped over here from the city in the middle of the night, and now you’re giving me this attitude?"

"Who was scared and sped over here? Don’t flatter yourself! It was Zaizai who insisted on coming to find you... Put me down—"

Her small fists clenched like little cat paws, she panted as she punched his shoulders and chest.

How could this man’s muscles be so solid!

Each punch felt like hitting iron!

She gritted her teeth and withdrew her hands.

If she kept punching, it wouldn’t hurt him, but she’d break her own hands!

"Oh? So going on the yacht to catch a cheater and beating them up, displaying maximum wife power, was also Zaizai’s doing?" He grabbed her sore hand, rubbed it, and said mockingly, mercilessly exposing her true feelings.

Couldn’t she just honestly admit that she didn’t want to see him being hooked by other women? Was it really that hard?

’Maximum wife power,’ my foot.

Her cheeks reddened, she bit her lip resentfully, but her heart inexplicably throbbed like a drum.

Seeing her face turn as red as a pig’s liver made him unexpectedly happy.

He was still very angry about Xiaolei’s reckless behavior tonight; if it weren’t for Jiayi’s arrival, he would already be on the boat punishing Xiaolei at this moment.

However, somehow, seeing her actions tonight, all the displeasure in his heart faded away.

Holding her in his arms, he walked towards the car, as if carrying a sweet burden.

Even though it was late at night and there weren’t many people on the coast, her heart still raced, fearing being seen, she threatened, "If someone sees us, your dignified image as the mayor will be lost."

He wore a cold expression, obviously ignoring her provocation, but hastened his steps along the coastline, lifting her hand to encircle his neck tightly: "If you care so much about my reputation, then shut your little mouth and don’t attract any attention."

Jiayi, feeling helpless, could only wrap her arms around his sturdy neck, but still lowered her voice, muttering, "...All right, all right, we’re almost at the car, put me down... how much longer are you going to hold me..."

"A lifetime."

His head bowed suddenly, his steps not pausing.

His tone was firm and resolute, filled with an authoritative air that left no room for her to argue.

His voice seemed to come from where the sea met the sky, far away,

Melding with the clear, whistling sea breeze of the night.

Her heartbeat skipped half a beat, she fell silent, and couldn’t help but tighten her arms around his neck.

In the car, George coughed twice, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.

After all, his only job was to drive honestly.

Just when George started the car a moment ago, Zaizai was woken up, leaning on the window, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Daddy coming down.

Then, seeing Mommy being carried all the way by Daddy, he inhaled sharply again.

Was Daddy fooling around with Mommy again?

Whoa, damn it...—He was going to call the cops!!!!!!!

"Young master, you should keep sleeping," George, looking through the mirror, coughed clearly and sincerely suggested.

Zaizai saw Daddy’s figure approaching the car, retracted into the blanket, and obediently closed his eyes.

As soon as he got into the car, Huo Zhenyang slammed the door closed, and saw Little Baozi nestled obediently, curling his small body to sleep on one side of the seat.

His gaze flickered, and without much consideration, he scooped her into his arms and placed her on his lap, ordering, "George, drive."

"You... Are you crazy? Let me sit over there. It’s not good if Zaizai sees..." she whispered in protest.

This family car used for pick-up was quite spacious in the back, there really was no need to sit on his lap!

It wouldn’t look good for her, as a mother, to be sitting on his thigh all the time in front of Zaizai.

"Mommy, I didn’t see anything, I’m sleepy, and I’m going to sleep again." Zaizai blinked his innocent and sincere big eyes, then covered his face with the blanket, turned over, indicating that he really wouldn’t peek.

Jiayi inhaled a breath of cold air; the kid was actually awake.

He curved his lips in a smile, whispered, "He’s already seen it. What’s there to fear?" He adjusted her position on his lap to make them both comfortable.

The wheels rolled over the asphalt road surface, onto the street, moving away from the harbor, and speeding towards the downtown area.

*

Haodu Building, top floor.

The high-rise office, in earth tones, appeared freshly decorated.

Bookcases, the executive desk, and the like, were all expensive walnut office furniture, expensive handcrafted items shipped directly from abroad.

The internal line on the desk rang.

The secretary’s sweet and polite voice came through, "Mrs. Huo, Miss Lo is looking for you. Would you like me to put her through?"

Behind the computer LCD screen, Su Yan held the internal line phone, lifting her head, her brows furrowing.

This week alone, it’s been countless times that Xiaolei had called.

Since the yacht incident that night, she started to distance herself from this capricious and spoiled miss.

She had cozied up to her before, thinking she was of use, at least able to help her strike a blow at the relationship between Jiayi and Huo Zhenyang.

But after several opportunities, Su Yan realized Xiaolei was a hopelessly ineffective piece.

Huo Zhenyang had absolutely no interest in this cousin.

Men and women are different.

A woman might grow to love a man she initially disliked, the affection developing over time.

But men are visual creatures, highly valuing first impressions; if they don’t find a woman their type, it’s hard for them to become interested later on.

This pawn, Xiaolei, was probably wasted.

Moreover, Xiaoyi seemed to have become much sharper and was not so easily provoked.

During the few months she was in America,—the relationship between the two seemed to have undergone a subtle change.