Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 15 Drunkenness

Huo Zhenyang took his hands off the steering wheel and inched closer to the girl in the passenger seat, his gaze sharp as a knife, seemingly able to shred the dress off her.

He lifted his hand, cradled the girl’s chin, and rubbed it mercilessly between his fingertips, emphasizing each word,

"Who gave you permission to care about my family affairs?"

The scorching breath of a male washed over her, along with his inherent light scent of masculinity, mingling together.

Jiayi’s body, warmed by alcohol, felt ridiculously hot, and her head had started to spin from all the commotion, yet she still pursed her shimmering red lips, showing a stubborn streak, "I just thought the old man was a bit pitiful, why do you and your father have to make such a fuss."

"Care about me that much? Do you really think of yourself as my woman now?" The man laughed bitterly in anger, suddenly sliding his hand behind her and lifting her slender waist, rolling her forcefully into his embrace.

This time, it was no longer the mere warning from beneath the dining table, but a real punishment!

She struggled, raising her arms to beat at him, "Stop it, bastard, let go of me, what do you think you’re doing..."

"What am I doing? Fulfilling your wish," the man wickedly replied, whispering in her ear.

The young girl, despite her age, was naturally endowed with a charm that could drive men crazy.

Now, she was like a bud about to bloom, a bit thin, needing to be savored carefully to see her beauty and smell her fragrance.

But, in a few more years, she would shine brilliantly, not to be overlooked even if she hid in a corner.

Thinking of this, the man’s eyes grew dark, his breathing more intense.

He was, surprisingly, somewhat losing control.

His words, mix with the rough breaths of a beast, frightened Jiayi. The man before her possessed a perfect face that could drive women wild, but the coldness and severity in his eyes made her afraid.

"Let me go—" she tried to push the man on top of her but the remaining alcohol sapped her strength; her delicate arms had barely lifted halfway before the man firmly caught them!

"Scared now?" The man’s sharp eyes saw the fear in the girl in the passenger seat, sensed her embarrassment and inexperience, and with a firm press of his fingertips, he lifted her flushed cheek, his deep eyes shimmering a profound chill, "Don’t tell me you’re still a fledgling. You know how to please men so well, first Xue Jingchuan and then my old man, both charmed to the hilt by you, it would be hard to believe you don’t have a few tricks."

Jiayi’s slender, tender neck moved slightly as she bit her lip hard, suppressing her shame, "I haven’t, I haven’t ever..."

She wasn’t lying; though she had temporarily forgotten her past, she was aware of her body.

This body was certainly untouched.

Huo Zhenyang heard her defense, his lips curved ever so slightly, revealing an almost imperceptible pleasure.

Finally, he narrowed his eyes, sat up straight, and pulled her onto his lap.

"What are you going to do now?" Jiayi landed on his thigh with a "thud," noticeably alarmed.

"Your clothes and hair are disheveled, how will you get off the car later?" The man spoke in a tone neither high nor low, yet it carried a comforting seductiveness, suddenly turning much gentler.

Before Jiayi could react, the man’s large hand had already smoothed the corners of her skirt and fastened the loose buttons on her collar, one by one.

Then, spreading his fingers, he delved into her messy hair, using his palm as a comb, helping the girl straighten her hair, like taking care of a beloved pet.

Jiayi held her breath, smelling the rich masculine scent and light cologne on him, enjoying his tenderness, nearly forgetting his recent violence, her heart pounding like a little deer.

Meanwhile, the aftereffects of the French wine were becoming more potent, intoxicating her.

Her head grew heavier, her eyelids fought.

Gradually...

Why did the world seem to sway?

Why had the man in front of her suddenly doubled?

Jiayi’s body swayed a bit, she belched, spraying the man’s face with the fragrant red wine aroma of a young girl. She laughed like a string of silver bells, slurring her words: "Why, why are there two of you... hehe..."

To say that her alcohol tolerance was low was to overrate her; the girl had no tolerance at all. However, that bottle of vintage red wine from the old master was indeed potent.

Huo Zhenyang frowned deeply: "You’re drunk."

"I am not..." Jiayi lifted her hand, recklessly trying to twist his ear.

"A drunk person usually says they’re not drunk!" Huo Zhenyang grabbed the girl’s flailing hand, forcefully restraining it as he coldly gazed at her.

Jiayi pouted her lips as if she could hang a teapot on them, her eyes misting over as if she were about to cry: "You’re scolding me again, always scolding me—"

"When did I ever scold you?" Huo Zhenyang was somewhat amused.

"You just shouted at me, and now you’re raising your voice at me again..." Although she was drunk, her mind was clear, and she hadn’t forgotten. As she spoke, tears began to well up.

The girl wriggling on his lap was incredibly cute, and her constant writhing was strangely heating him up. As he watched her tears start to flow, he finally compromised, softened his tone, and coaxed, "All right, I won’t be harsh on you anymore."

"Then you have to swear, or I won’t care," Jiayi, sloshed, wrapped her arms around his neck, her butt moving aimlessly, rubbing back and forth, her voice tender and adorable.

This little temptress was squirming on his lap, a real torment.

Huo Zhenyang’s Adam’s apple bobbed, struggling to contain the fire within: "I swear, I won’t be harsh on you anymore."

Jiayi was finally satisfied, though her legs began to fidget restlessly once more.

Huo Zhenyang was somewhat helpless but did not stop her, allowing her to make a fuss on his lap, dusting his pants full of ash.

Finally, the clothes and hair were sorted out.

"All set," Huo Zhenyang’s voice echoed in the car, "Get up."

No response.

Jiayi kept the same pose, sitting on his lap, her gaze blurry, unable to support herself.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyelid twitched.

"I, I can’t get up," Jiayi muttered, "I have no strength..."

Huo Zhenyang chuckled, grabbed her arm, looping it around his neck, his voice rough and low: "Hold on tight."

She lay in his arms, holding onto his neck, letting the man encircle her slender waist, and carry her back to the passenger seat.

The car started, and the night wind rushed in.

Nothing makes a drunk person colder than a breeze. Jiayi hugged her arms, shrinking into herself.

Huo Zhenyang glanced at her, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over her.

Jiayi, holding his roomy suit jacket, buried her little head into the collar, inhaling the faint, subtle scent of cologne, feeling much warmer.

Huo Zhenyang’s thin lips curled into a slight arc.

The car left the secluded green belt and re-entered the main road.

Jiayi couldn’t hold on any longer and completely fell asleep on the passenger seat.