Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 59: The Untraceable Background

The man leaned in close to her, his gaze blazing like a wild beast eyeing the prey trapped in its palm, forcing her to shrink back.

But even in retreat, where could she go?

This was the narrow confines of a car.

She knew that going to see Jiang Pinhao on her own today would definitely not end without consequences, yet she hadn’t expected him to be impatient to teach her a lesson on the road.

Under his gaze, her breathing even seemed to stop, and she could only look at him dumbfounded, guessing his next move.

Would it be a scolding, or another reminder?

Surely not a beating, right?

Oh, no—

She reflexively covered her face.

Don’t hit the face, although she didn’t rely on her looks to make a living!

After a long pause, there was silence.

But then she felt a trace of coolness slowly moving across her cheek, a touch that seemed to be... skin.

She was stunned, peeking through her fingers, she saw him raise his hand, his fingertips caressing her skin bit by bit.

His long but slightly rough male forefinger glided over her delicate skin.

From the girl’s cheek, to her jaw, then to her smooth neck, and finally continuing downward, almost reaching the budding mounds before abruptly stopping, circling them in an evil manner, like an army on the brink of attack, just waiting, yet not striking.

The girl’s body was clearly sensitive, unable to withstand such caresses, she began to tremble, yet she was like a blossoming flower buffeted by wind and rain, desperately alluring to be forcefully plucked and tormented.

"Cousin? Is there a cousin in the world who would treat his cousin like this?"

Her tone contained a mix of three parts wicked teasing and seven parts indignation.

Indeed, this man still dwelt on the matter of being cousins.

Jiayi bit her lower lip fiercely.

Silent?

Huo Zhenyang cocked his lips in a light devilish smile, not hiding the fiery look in his eyes. He wrapped one large hand around her back and slid down, grabbing her slender waist and suddenly pressing her into his embrace, while his other hand, fingertips descending, starting to circle around her budding mounds.

Like sparks, they singed her skin bit by bit, her whole body shaking.

This man was a devil.

He was only pretending to be her boyfriend, yet he wanted to exercise the rights of a real boyfriend.

He kept her imprisoned, forcefully restricting her freedom, challenging her fragile bottom line again and again, yet every time, she was like one possessed, unable to resist.

His eyes darkened slightly, cold as distant stars in the night sky, feeling the trembling of the little thing in his arms.

Such a sensitive little thing.

"How about it, still want to call me cousin?"

The man had no intention of letting her go, seemingly determined to get a straight answer.

She leaned back, elbow raised, touching the window button.

The glass window that the man had just closed slowly rolled down.

The cool night air blew in.

Jiayi’s mind cleared instantly, lifting her delicate little face:

"If you don’t like me calling you cousin, why didn’t you expose me on the spot? Why are you treating me like this now? Are you playing with me?"

Why didn’t he expose her on the spot?

He looked right at her, his grip tightening, twisting her face close to his chin, their two faces, both flushed red, almost touching nose to nose: "Because I want you to admit it to others yourself, with all your heart, that I am your man, your only man."

The posture of bullying, akin to a high and mighty monarch.

It was the reason he had indulged her time and again in calling him cousin.

He wanted this woman to willingly submit to him and to say it out loud.

She stared at him with wide eyes, stammering, "Huo Zhenyang, you’re too greedy. I’m just pretending to be your girlfriend, playing along for appearances. I play your girlfriend, you help me find my family; it’s nothing but a mutually beneficial business deal! You’ve occupied my person and my time, and now, do you want my heart as well?"

"If you’re willing. Pretense can turn real at any moment. A few days ago, the old man called to arrange our engagement, and I refused, but now, we can get married anytime."

A casual remark left her stunned.

Huo Zhenyang was not joking; he was serious.

Suddenly her heart was in turmoil, and she pushed him away, "You’re crazy... just drive, I want to go back..."

He didn’t know why, but today his possessiveness over her had surged so strongly.

He had even brought up engagement.

In his life, there had been many women around him, but he had only truly considered marriage twice: once, many years ago, and now, at this very moment.

Perhaps it was Jiang Pinhao that gave him a sense of crisis. Seeing her visiting Jiang Pinhao secretly, and witnessing Jiang Pinhao confess to her, had made him explode with jealousy?

Catching her panic and confusion, he understood that even coercion wouldn’t yield anything now. His gaze softened, he started the engine, turned the steering wheel, and set the car in motion.

On the way back, neither of them spoke again.

The neon lights outside the car window gradually changed as the night deepened.

Back at the apartment, Jiayi walked ahead with Huo Zhenyang following behind her.

As soon as she entered the door, Jiayi behaved as if a ghost was following her, not looking back as she hastily went up the stairs, and with a ’snap’, she closed the bedroom door behind her, not even greeting Auntie Li.

"Young master, what’s wrong?" Auntie Li was surprised.

Huo Zhenyang’s face was expressionless, offering no reply, like a block of walking ice directly sitting down on the sofa.

Auntie Li realized the young master was in a bad mood; she knew she shouldn’t disturb him but still had to carefully say, "Young master, the butler Luo came over and said he has something to report to you."

Butler Luo had been waiting in the servant quarters for the young master’s return and had also heard the sound of the young master coming home, now standing not too far off.

Huo Zhenyang was clear about Butler Luo’s purpose for coming and finally waved his hand, "Call Luo over."

Luo walked over, and Auntie Li went back to her room.

The living room suddenly fell quiet, the atmosphere somewhat tense.

"Have you found out?" he asked straightforwardly.

On that night, he had phoned the Huanglong Mountain Villa, instructing Butler Luo to start investigating Jiayi’s background, and by now, there should be results.

To his surprise, Butler Luo frowned, shaking his head, "Sorry, young master, I found nothing. Not a single piece of information about Miss Jiayi."

Huo Zhenyang’s face tightened slightly.

No findings?

For the Huo Family, investigating someone’s background is usually as easy as flipping one’s hand.

How could there be no information?

"Young master," Luo’s voice was apologetic, "I contacted various departments and searched through the nationwide databases for names, fingerprints, and DNA, yet found nothing matching Miss Jiayi. At this point, we’re completely in the dark about Miss Jiayi’s background."

Anyone from China, be it from any city or the most remote hamlet, once you run their details through the nation-wide interconnected databases for names, fingerprints, and DNA, it’s guaranteed to reveal their background and identity.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes narrowed.

"If so many connections and methods still turn up nothing, it’s probably going to be difficult..." Butler Luo sighed.

Just then, from the corner of the upstairs, a loud "bang" echoed, the crisp sound of shattered glass hitting the floor.

Startled, Butler Luo looked that way, only to see Jiayi, in a white nightgown, standing at the turn of the staircase on the second floor, her bare and delicate feet next to the broken milk cup, her little face blank, clearly having heard everything.