Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 600 - 580: Mommy, What Are You Doing with Daddy?
The ice was cool and soothing, effectively numbing most of the pain.
Upon closer inspection, the swelling had indeed gone down a little, not as shockingly noticeable as before.
As the ice cube lay on the bruise, gradually melting, his fingertips also touched her delicate skin nearby, making her feel as if she had been grazed by a spark, a warmth spreading from the touched area up to the nape of her neck.
She never imagined that this domineering and overbearing man, who only ever had others obey him, would now be half-kneeling in front of her to apply an ice compress.
"Is it because you were dodging reporters?" he suddenly spoke up, his voice indifferent.
She snapped back to reality, nearly zoning out again—fortunately, he did not notice. She nodded, "Mm."
Actually, on the way back, she had been a bit angry at this man.
If he hadn’t suddenly announced their relationship without warning, she wouldn’t have had journalists hounding her nonstop for interviews.
She was being besieged so fiercely, she really didn’t know how the journalists would bother Zaizai later on.
The ice compress was now almost done.
He stood up, threw the ice back into the bucket, wiped his hands with a towel, stood up, "The relentless reporters, I have notified their superiors, and they have been dismissed. Also, Xiaoqin and the bodyguards who accompanied you outside failed in their duties. From now on, I will arrange a new team for your outings."
With that, he tossed the towel and turned around.
Jiayi saw him heading out and, taken aback, called out, "Wait, what did you do to Xiaoqin and those bodyguards?"
He stuffed his hands into his pockets, turned his face slightly with a somewhat amused look, this little woman looked so horrified—did she really think he had chopped Xiaoqin and the others into pieces? But he couldn’t quite bring himself to laugh.
Was he really that savage in her eyes?
He said calmly, "What else? They didn’t complete the tasks the boss assigned, so of course they’re fired."
Jiayi was shocked, "Isn’t that a bit much? Those reporters seemed to have snuck in earlier, and Xiaoqin and the others weren’t expecting it. Besides, they contacted the bodyguards right away, which was quite responsible."
"Responsible? Then how did you get the injury on your hand? If they can’t even handle a small matter, what are they doing being assistants?" His cold words squashed her attempt to plead for them, and he continued walking toward the main door.
Jiayi had spent the whole day out and had a good chat with Xiaoqin; she liked her and didn’t want this incident to ruin Xiaoqin’s prospects. She hurriedly took a few steps forward, "Hiring a new assistant means I’ll have to get used to a new person all over again, why bother with the hassle? You didn’t see how aggressively the reporters were pursuing us today—Xiaoqin really did her best."
"Her best?" Huo Zhenyang slightly curved his lips, "I’m not interested in the process, but in the result. I don’t need a staff member who gives their all but messes up the job. It’s a good thing you aren’t my subordinate."
"Pfft, I’d rather starve than be your subordinate, okay? So harsh, stormy at the drop of a hat, scaring people to death, no amount of salary would cover the psychiatric bills!" Jiayi complained internally, but naturally, she didn’t dare say this out loud. Trying to sound gentle, she negotiated, "It’s just the first time, let it go."
"Give me a good enough reason."
An idea struck Jiayi like a flash of genius, "The tie and belt I bought for you today were actually Xiaoqin’s suggestions."
Huo Zhenyang paused midstep, "You bought me something?"
This was unexpected, and his mood eased significantly in an instant.
Jiayi saw a fleeting look of surprise in his eyes, which seemed to lessen his anger significantly, and she quickly nodded, "Mhm."
She then hurriedly opened the wardrobe, took out the shopping bag the servant had just put in, and took out the suit she bought for him.
After opening it, she moved the tie and belt away from him and said, "Here, Xiaoqin said this is your favorite brand. Take a look, see if it fits..."
He took it over, glanced at it, his expression undeniably playful, "Whether it fits or not, I’ll only know after I try it on. What’s the use of just holding it up?"
She quickly said, "Oh, then I’ll have the servant take it to your room—"
"Is it really that much trouble? Don’t you have a mirror here? I’ll try it on right here."
Jiayi had no choice but to unwrap the package, stood on tiptoe, and slid the tie around his neck.
He bent down to cooperate.
She had tied his tie once before when she was a maid at the villa and was quite skilled at it now. She did it in no time and said, "You should look in the mirror."
"Not in a hurry," he said, leisurely playing with his collar, glancing at the belt laid on the bed, "Aren’t they a set?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
She suddenly realized this man was deliberately teasing her, but given the situation, she could only pick up the new belt, then bit her lip: "You should take off your belt first."
He rarely listened to her, a hint of an elusive smile on his lips. His hand slipped to the buckle of his dress pants, his fingertips flicked it gently, and with a snap, the belt loosened. He yanked it upward, the belt sliding off his sturdy waist and he tossed it casually onto the bed next to him.
...Even the motion of removing a belt was so erotically charged.
Jiayi felt her cheeks inexplicably heat up. She walked over, crouched down beside his legs, threaded the belt through his dress pants, and then secured the buckle in the front.
Sitting down, the front of his dress pants was taut and visibly shaped, facing her delicate, tender face.
Her face turned extremely red as she tried her best not to look at that area, to avoid getting sty. However, perhaps it was the nervousness, the more anxious she got, the more prone to mistakes she became. She could not find the slot for the hidden buckle of the belt for the longest time, only able to lean forward slightly, continuing her search.
Her delicate and soft hands searched over the man’s robust waist, unavoidably touching key areas from time to time. Although it was just a fleeting contact, it was enough to make him feel relaxed and comfortable. Leaning back, his hands resting on the bed behind him, he slightly arched his waist forward, bringing himself even closer to her face. His eyes narrowed slightly, a faint sigh escaping his lips and teeth.
Although very faint, Jiayi heard it clearly, and her face turned the color of a monkey’s butt.
Here she was, helping him try on a belt, and he was enjoying it, posing like this, simply too dirty!
Just then, the door to the room moved, opening a few inches, and a little head peeked in: "Mommy, what are you doing kneeling on the ground? What are you and daddy doing?"
Zaizai had returned.
Jiayi got a fright and was about to stand up when the man used his knees to trap her tightly, showing no intention of letting her go. He just lifted his head, curled his thin lips, and said with indescribable charm, "If you’re back, then go to your room."
Zaizai was somewhat worried that Mommy had angered Daddy again and didn’t want to leave: "Daddy, why is Mommy kneeling next to you?"
"Mommy is helping Daddy with something. Go to your room. Daddy brought back a remote-control plane for you, the latest model."
