Jiayi’s clenched fists gradually relaxed as she swallowed her rage, glaring intently at him.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at the sofa in the hotel lobby and then at the wobbly little woman: "Go over there and sit down."

Left with no other choice, Jiayi glared at him, swayed over to take a seat, and watched as he came over to sit on the opposite sofa. Biting her lip, she said, "Just get to the point, what do you want? Other than the unreasonable demands like remarrying you, moving back to Disheng, and getting custody of Zaizai, I will try to accommodate you."

Smartening up, she knew he would not do anything without a purpose.

There was a hint of satisfaction in his deep eyes: "Is it that time of the month for you? Why the impatience?"

Raising his hand, he gave a nod to the hotel servant: "English breakfast tea, hot, with honey and cinnamon."

Seeing him acting as leisurely as if he were drinking afternoon tea, she gritted her teeth. If only she were really on her period, she’d like to slap a sanitary pad across his face and see if he could still be this relaxed!

It wasn’t until the servant brought the tea and he gestured with his eyes for her to drink it that he finally spoke: "Did Nie Yixiao propose to you?"

A sip of the cinnamon-laced tea slid down her throat, soothing her stomach and clearing her head a bit. She nodded.

He was very blunt: "Dismiss his intentions completely. I don’t want to see him propose to you again. That’s the condition for me saving his bodyguard business."

Even though it was his fault, he still came to her for help. Is there any justice left in the world?

But with no other choice, after a long pause she replied, "No problem."

His tense face relaxed, his hands crossed and resting on his knees, and his eyes filled with pleasure.

But she couldn’t wait any longer: "So can you keep your promise now and deal with this matter?"

She didn’t want to wait at all, fearing that this man might stall or change his mind.

Huo Zhenyang’s pleasure faded, and he took a cool breath.

Agreeing so readily was all for the sake of Nie Yixiao’s bodyguard business.

Still, he stood up with a swish, walked over, grabbed her slender wrist, and headed towards the elevator.

"What are you doing?" she was taken aback.

"Aren’t you in a hurry to get this settled? Come with me upstairs, otherwise, you might say I’m brushing you off."

The elevator doors opened with a ding amidst his mocking tone.

Perhaps it was the restorative honey cinnamon tea, or the rest she had taken; the alcohol seemed less fierce than before.

Jiayi felt a bit revitalized and followed him back to Inoue Keino’s suite level.

As the elevator doors opened, he grabbed her hand and led her straight down the hallway to Inoue’s suite.

The doors to the suite were slightly ajar.

A few assistants from the Dongying country, upon seeing Chu Miss come back again, this time with a man beside her, were stunned and approached.

Before the assistants could speak, Huo Zhenyang had already asked, "Where is Inoue?"

The assistants had never seen anyone address Inoue Keino this way and were just about to take offense when Inoue, hearing the noise from outside, came out; upon seeing the visitor, his expression changed, and he quickly ordered, "You all may leave!"

The assistants dispersed.

Having just played with Huo’s former wife in the room, and now with Huo himself arriving, Inoue felt somewhat guilty but still straightened his back, maintaining the dignity of a Cabinet Minister: "What brings Mr. Huo here?"

He raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Inoue isn’t inviting us inside for a seat?"

Inoue was somewhat reluctant, hesitated for a moment, but it seemed he couldn’t really object, and eventually extended his hand: "Please come in."

Jiayi initially didn’t want to enter this suite again, even one glance more at Inoue Keino felt disgusting.

Huo Zhenyang also noticed the hesitation in her steps, turned his head back, looked at her deeply, and held her hand even tighter.

She had no choice but to follow him into the room.

The living room of the suite was a mess.

The bottle of Royal Salute that was shattered on the floor hadn’t been cleaned up yet.

The broken bottle lay sprawled on the carpet, with its contents spilled all over the floor and half a sofa.

On the sofa, there was also the suit that Inoue had just changed out of after Jiayi had splashed wine on him.

Upon seeing this scene, Huo Zhenyang could almost guess what had happened in the suite before, and his handsome face darkened abruptly.

Jiayi felt the palm of his hand holding hers grow several degrees colder.

"Mr. Huo, please have a seat. May I ask what brings you here in person?" Inoue’s face was thick-skinned as if nothing had happened.

He instantly repressed the coldness in his eyes, with even a bit of light jest added to his gaze: "I heard Mr. Inoue wants the recently employed security agency to make a public apology, or else proceed with full litigation?"

Inoue started to smile: "So Mr. Huo is here for this matter too. Surely you’re not going to plead on behalf of that security agency, are you?"

"To forgive when one can is a quality of the noble. Mr. Inoue is a Cabinet Minister; there’s no need to be so petty." He crossed his long legs, comfortably leaning back on the sofa.

Even though the man before him sounded relaxed, Inoue could hear traces of coercion and command, his smile freezing as his voice turned cold: "No need to be so petty? I, a Cabinet Minister of the Dongying Empire, came to China, and in the presence of a public I was splashed with paint, with Yunling reporters even capturing photos. Had my PR people not suppressed it in time, that embarrassing image would have been on the papers, losing face would not only be mine but also of the Dongying Empire and the Dongying Emperor! All of this, because of the security agency’s negligence and poor oversight, and now Mr. Huo is telling me not to make a fuss?"

Huo Zhenyang, with his hands in his trouser pockets, stood up and began pacing leisurely, slowly moving next to Inoue: "Oh, Mr. Inoue was splashed with paint in the presence of the public?"

"Yes!" Inoue answered furiously.

As quick as lightning, Huo Zhenyang picked up the bottle from the carpet, casually pouring the remaining wine over Inoue’s body: "Like this...?"

Inoue was shocked, stood up suddenly: "Mr. Huo, what is this —"

Before he could finish speaking, he felt a chill on his neck, something sharp was pressing against his throat’s artery.

"You—" Inoue’s breathing halted, not daring to make a sound, afraid that any slight move by Huo Zhenyang would be the end of him.

Seeing Huo Zhenyang use the broken bottle to press against Inoue’s neck, Jiayi also took a deep breath and stood up sharply.

No matter what, Inoue was still the Cabinet Minister of the Island Nation. Would there be any consequences to such actions?

But then she saw Huo Zhenyang lean close to Inoue’s ear, his voice low and threatening: "Mr. Inoue is quite lucky, it was only a splash of paint, which can be washed off. If someone were to knife you, you wouldn’t even make it back to your country."

Inoue’s small eyes bulged: "You... it was you..."

"Me what?" Huo Zhenyang’s eyes sharpened, menacing yet wickedly charming.

He raised his other hand and slapped Inoue’s old face a few times, a series of smacks leaving swellings that demonstrated the strength of his hand, "I haven’t said anything, just offering you some friendly advice."

Inoue felt a chill down his back; this was China, his territory, a strong dragon does not suppress a local snake, and the man before him was far more than just a local snake!