Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 595 - 593: I Know Your Size

Jiayi honestly answered, "Not at the moment." After a pause, she added, "Can I go back to my room now? I’m tired."

He didn’t tell her to leave, nor did he say she couldn’t; his sharp, dark gaze swept over her.

She had not yet changed out of her clothes, still wearing the bright red party dress from the evening’s banquet, which highlighted her fair skin and hugged her body like a svelte mermaid, its curves enchanting and enough to make a man’s breath hitch.

His gaze made her feel uneasy, as if it were stripping the clothes off her body, and moreover, it seemed displeased.

"After you go back to your room, throw this dress away," he commanded, his tone not statement but order.

"What?" She hadn’t quite reacted at first.

"I don’t like you wearing clothes prepared by others for you." He tilted his chin up slightly, his answer so straightforward it left no room for objection.

She almost laughed, he didn’t like it? There were many things he didn’t like, but why should she comply with each and every one of them.

She wanted to refuse instinctively, but she didn’t know how long she would have to stay with him here; she couldn’t just start a fight with him on the very first day she moved in.

After a while, she finally said, "Understood."

"There are no suitable clothes for you in the villa at the moment. Auntie Li has prepared a set of pajamas for you, make do with them for tonight, and tomorrow I will send an assistant to prepare a full set inside and out for you to bring to Disheng."

"That won’t be necessary," she said, looking up, "I will find time to go back to Green Island Garden to get my clothes."

"You are now the mother of my child and my marriage partner. The whole of Yunling will be watching you, so don’t wear clothes that are too cheap."

"What’s wrong with cheap? A T-shirt for a few dozen dollars and jeans for a hundred or so are very comfortable to wear." She felt a headache coming on again at the mention of being a marriage partner; she couldn’t help but grumble, disliking the way he dismissed her everyday attire as worthless.

"I only believe in ’you get what you pay for.’" He looked at her as if to say don’t try that with me.

She couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore; it was his money after all, why should she care about his wallet? If he wanted to buy, then let him.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Then there’s no need for you to prepare it for me, I’ll look for it myself."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes twinkled with a subtle hint of amusement, "I know your measurements." He unabashedly looked her up and down, "Your figure is about the same as four years ago, not much change, you probably haven’t grown much taller, the three sizes should still be—84-61-86, hmm... cup size probably went up a bit, D cup, right?"

The Little Kitten had always had that physique, not like the dazzling height of a top model which stuns a crowd, but looking petite and delicate while hiding ample substance.

Her face reddened, and she couldn’t help blurting out, "Growing taller isn’t everything, okay?"—annoyed that her lack of height was being pointed out. She meant to say, "...you guys don’t know what styles, colors, or fashion I like. I’d better look for it myself."

The smile in Huo Zhenyang’s eyes froze, "In the past, I was the one who decided on your clothes. You never had any complaints or objections to the style."

She, of course, knew that by "the past" he meant the time four years ago when she had been by his side, and her heart fluctuated somewhat.

Even after all this time, whenever conversations with him touched on matters from four years ago, she still couldn’t stay calm.

That period seemed to be a forbidden territory for her, something she was somewhat afraid to touch.

Because the current Huo Zhenyang was still a stranger and distant to her.

Every time she remembered the kind of connection and experiences she had shared with him four years ago, she still found it hard to accept.

She paused for a moment, then puffed out her chest, her tone unavoidably tinged with a hint of sarcasm, "That was in the past, did I have a choice then? Now that I have the ability to live independently, whether I like or dislike a piece of clothing, I should be able to decide on such a simple matter."

That was in the past.

Those simple four words caused his long eyelashes to flutter slightly.

Four years, a person can’t remain completely unchanged.

Perhaps, he really couldn’t continue to treat her as he had four years ago—the helplessly dependent girl, uncertain of her future, in need of others for everything.

After a while, he spoke, "Take the day off tomorrow. I will have my assistant accompany you shopping at the department store. You can go back to work the day after."

She hadn’t expected him to agree to her request. It wasn’t until the man turned and pushed open the bedroom door that she came out of her stupor and returned to her own bedroom.

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The next morning, Jiayi got up very late.

Though it wasn’t her first night at the villa, it marked the first day she officially moved in to stay.

She thought she wouldn’t sleep well, but after taking a hot bath upon entering the room, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, dreamless throughout the night.

It was only when she opened her eyes that she truly realized.

Her cohabitation with Zaizai and the man had begun.

As daylight brightened, Auntie Li knocked and came in. Seeing her still lounging in bed, with bleary, sleep-filled eyes, she chuckled while pulling open the curtains and jokingly said, "Miss Jiayi, even as a mommy you’re like before, a real sleepyhead, just like a little piglet. I was worried you couldn’t sleep last night, so I made you a cup of hot milk, but when I came in, you were already fast asleep. It seems you’re quite accustomed to the villa, huh. You’ve made yourself at home on the first day."

The last sentence was clearly a playful tease.

Jiayi scrambled up, rubbing her eyes embarrassingly, and explained, "I had some drinks last night, so I slept a little heavier."

Auntie Li, seeing that she was still keeping her distance from the Huo Family, didn’t say much else.

"Auntie Li, where’s Zaizai?" Jiayi asked while brushing her teeth in the bathroom.

"He got up early in the morning, had breakfast, and was taken to kindergarten by the maid and a few bodyguards."

Jiayi couldn’t help turning her head, her mouth full of toothpaste foam, and mumbled, "It’s not necessary to send him to kindergarten with so many bodyguards. Tell them that in the future, Zaizai doesn’t need such a grand entourage for kindergarten. I don’t want him to feel different from other kids when he’s so young."

The personality of a three- or four-year-old child is at a formative stage. What if he developed a love for vanity?

She certainly didn’t want Zaizai to turn out like that man, with nose in the air, thinking he’s above everyone else.

Auntie Li continued making the bed and looked back, pursing her lips, "Our Huo Family’s young master is naturally different from the others. Besides, there’s been a special situation these days, which is why we have extra bodyguards following him."

"Special situation?" Jiayi was surprised.

"Last night, the young master went public with his father-son relationship with Zaizai. Today, the coastal media have all reported it. Many journalists have found out where the young master goes to school. They are gathering on the route where he goes to school. The young master is worried that reporters will harass Zaizai, so he’s sent extra bodyguards to escort him."