Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 587 - 585 You Deserve to Die

The banquet dress was made of thin fabric and had a form-fitting design, clinging tightly to the skin.

He didn’t hold back his strength with that slap, and Jiayi hadn’t expected him to hit her so hard. She cried out in pain, emboldened by alcohol, scolding, "Huo Zhenyang! You bastard—"

Before she could finish, the unbearable pain made her cry out, and while crying, she clung to the shoulders of his suit, "Put me down—"

He felt her crying intensely on his shoulder, yet this time, he felt not even a hint of pity. With a flick of his large palm, he gave her two smacks again and snorted coldly,

"What? Want to keep screaming?"

She broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, her tiny frame involuntarily jolted, and she instantly stopped making noise as tears flowed even more fiercely.

The man’s palm was like a teacher’s cane or a steel ruler, ice-cold and unforgiving, inflicting pain that was far from ordinary!

No one, not even her mommy, had ever hit her like this before!

Even when Zaizai was the naughtiest, she had never hit him like this!

What had she done now to be humiliated like this?

"Stopped yelling, have you?" the man mocked her and slapped her bottom again, pushing her down a bit, and of course, with less force this time.

With her nose turning a rosy red from crying, she could only lie on his shoulder, daring not to make any careless movements. Yet unable to accept her situation, she opened her mouth wide and bit down hard on the fabric of his suit shoulder like a little mouse, determined to gnaw at it until it ripped!

Just then, footsteps came towards them.

A servant in uniform approached—it was the one who had been responsible for looking after Jiayi earlier.

Worried that Jiayi still had not returned, he came to the restroom area, only to witness the scene of Young Master Huo carrying Miss Chu. He was shocked!

Miss Chu was Xue Tianwang’s companion; how could she be with Young Master Huo?

However, how could a servant dare to provoke Young Master Huo? Even if he wasn’t aware that he was the future mayor, just seeing how the investors and media treated this promising young man like stars around the moon at tonight’s banquet was enough for him to know he was trouble not worth stirring.

Seeing Young Master Huo’s face full of rage and covered in frost, the servant didn’t dare to breathe too loudly and kept his head down as he moved back into the corridor.

Huo Zhenyang saw the servant and took advantage of the situation, striding over with a face of icy coldness, "Give me a key card to an empty room in this hotel."

The servant swallowed nervously, not daring to hesitate, hurriedly pulled out a spare key card and handed it over with both hands.

Huo Zhenyang glanced at the room number on the card and headed straight for the elevator. He went down a few floors from the top to the guest room floors.

Jiayi sensed something was wrong, and just as she thought to shout, she remembered his merciless palm strikes and reflexively silenced herself. It wasn’t until he swiped the card and entered the empty suite that she began to struggle fiercely.

Huo Zhenyang kicked the door shut with one foot, tossing her onto the big bed, then loosened his shirt collar and took off his suit jacket.

Stunned, Jiayi, fighting the weight in her head, just managed to sit up, only to feel an excruciating pain in her rear—caused by his beating.

She rolled off the bed and ran towards the door in pain, barely passing by him when he pulled her back and pinned her to a chair.

"What exactly are you trying to do—" Jiayi looked up at him in panic.

He didn’t say a word, instead picked her up again and took a look around the suite, striding into the bathroom, kicked the door shut, and with one hand, locked it with a clang.

"What are you trying to do—" Seeing that he didn’t do what she had feared, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at his current demeanor, she became anxious again!

"You smell disgustingly of alcohol," he pointed coldly at the glass shower, "Go take a shower."

She swallowed her fragrant saliva.

His voice continued to come through, "Do you want me to help you?"

The door to the bathroom was locked from the inside, and she couldn’t get out. Seeing his resolute look from his eyes, she had no choice but to say, "Then you go out first."

"There’s a curtain in the bathroom, you can pull it closed, you can lock it from the inside, and do you really think I’m interested in a woman covered in the smell of vomit right now?"

"What are you doing in the bathroom then?"

He glanced at the suit he had brought into the bathroom, "If I don’t get it clean, how can I see people?"

Jiayi clenched her teeth, and when she looked up, she met his impatient gaze. She had no choice but to enter the shower, whooshing the curtain closed and locking the door.

She tied up her hair, took off her skirt and underwear, and then carefully wrapped the skirt in the hotel’s special waterproof fabric and hung it aside, turning on the water.

The hot water poured down from the showerhead, beating against her skin, making Jiayi feel as though her meridians had been opened, her limbs and body relaxed significantly, and the effects of the alcohol faded by half.

As she showered, she heard the sound of water flowing from a faucet outside the glass shower room.

Her mind wandered, and she couldn’t help but walk barefoot towards the front, quietly lifting a corner of the curtain and peering out through the gap.

Huo Zhenyang stood by the washbasin, scrubbing at a stain on his suit with cleaner and a brush.

Presumably not wanting his shirt and pants to get wet, he had taken them off, and now he stood brazenly, unashamed by the washbasin.

Though the man’s robust and firm abdominal and chest muscles and his long, straight and tight thighs were eye-catching, what Jiayi was most concerned about at the moment was not his physique.

The scene looked incongruous no matter how one looked at it.

Clearly, this young master had never washed clothes before.

Never mind washing clothes, he probably had someone rush over just at the snap of his fingers to help him dress from a young age.

A few months ago, when she was a maid at Disheng, every time he came home at night, he would walk in, take off his coat directly, and then a servant responsible for washing clothes would come forward to take it, before presenting him with his home clothes.

And now, he was actually washing clothes himself.

Indeed, this man had high standards and strict requirements for everything, even washing clothes he was so alert and thorough.

His movements were so clumsy, he even looked like a rookie trying hard to learn.

It was a huge subversion of his usual image in front of her.

She took a few more looks.

Whether it was the four years she didn’t remember or the four years after, this must be the first time she’d seen him so down-to-earth.

She thought she must still be not fully sober from the alcohol.

For a moment, looking at him, the thought popped into her head that this man might indeed have the talent to be a domestic man.

Just then, Huo Zhenyang turned around, holding the scrubbed suit, his long legs that could span a galaxy swinging as he walked towards the bathroom dryer.

Jiayi almost looked up to meet his gaze. Her hand loosened, she stepped back, her foot slipped, stepping on a bubble of shower gel with a creak, and with a shout of "Ah," she almost fell down, but luckily she was quick to react and managed to steady herself against the wall in time.

"What’s wrong?" The man’s voice came from outside the glass shower.