Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 69: Just in Time

Luckily, at this time, Uncle Lun smiled and spoke, lightening the mood, "Right, we also have Carpaccio, freshly delivered from Tsukiji, raw beef. Come, serve the dish."

By doing so, the awkwardness was finally diffused.

Lunch passed by.

In the afternoon, Huo Zhenyang went to the office Uncle Lun had prepared to review the contract again.

Jiayi was arranged in a VIP room of the estate but had no mood to rest.

Thinking back on how Mu Qingran’s smile concealed a knife during lunch, she felt somewhat unsettled.

After thinking it over, she stood up and headed towards the office where Huo Zhenyang was.

*

In the afternoon, in the hallway outside the Banan Vineyard office.

The sound of high heels slowly approached, breaking the silence.

Mu Qingran stopped in front of the ornately carved wooden door of the office.

In the office, there was only one person, him.

The man she had longed for day and night.

Mu Qingran suppressed the tumult in her heart, raised her fair hand, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," the man’s voice came from inside the room.

It was the same as before, magnetic, deep, not without authority, making one’s heart race.

Mu Qingran pushed the door open and went in. The moment she saw the man, she held her breath. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

He was sitting on the sofa reading the contract, still upright and dashing, his features incomparably perfect. From the side, the bridge of his high nose, the smooth arc of his lips, and those ever-clear, cold eyes like frosty stars.

The slightly bronze skin, tanned by the Southeast Asian sun, further accentuated his masculine and domineering aura.

This man still exuded a fatal attraction to women in every aspect, just like before.

Huo Zhenyang hadn’t expected her. His eyelids lifted, and he straightened his lofty torso, his tone indifferent, "Manager Mu? Is there something you need?"

"Are you still pretending you don’t know me?" Mu Qingran’s heart soured as she was pricked again at an old wound, her heart aching slightly, yet she puffed out her chest and hooked her lips into a smile.

"Isn’t that the case?" Huo Zhenyang folded his hands together, framing them near his striking jawline.

Mu Qingran felt another sting, a throbbing pain in her chest.

Seeing her standing there dazed, Huo Zhenyang made a dismissive gesture, "If there’s nothing else, please, Manager Mu, leave."

His rejection was like pushing someone miles away. Mu Qingran stayed put for a moment but finally acted on her emotions. Clenching her teeth, she rushed forward, grabbing his arm, trying to embrace him, "Zhenyang, why are you treating me like this?"

Huo Zhenyang’s handsome face instantly turned cold, and with a whoosh, he shook off Mu Qingran. His gaze was as if touched by a fly or a rat, "I’m considering your position as the manager of Banan, and I will not hold this against you. However, please leave immediately and do not disturb my work!"

Mu Qingran staggered and was pushed aside, nearly falling down. She barely steadied herself with the help of a tea table, but tears couldn’t be held back any longer and started to fall as she choked up.

"Zhenyang, have you forgotten our past? You weren’t like this to me before! I know, there are many misunderstandings between us, but please, listen to me explain..."

"No need." Huo Zhenyang’s eyebrows knitted together, his voice icy, "There is nothing to explain. I am the CEO of Huo Group, and you are the manager of my business partner’s company. That is the extent of our relationship now."

Seeing her crying and wailing in front of him, Huo Zhenyang lost his patience. He put the documents to one side, stood up, and walked towards the door.

The words "That is the extent of our relationship now" tore through Mu Qingran’s heart. No longer caring about anything else, she chased after him from behind and hugged his lean waist, crying, "I don’t want you to leave, Zhenyang, I came to Suwang Island because I heard you were here. I won’t let you go..."

Facing the woman’s near-insane crying and entangling, Huo Zhenyang’s brows deeply furrowed, his face as forbidding as the eve of a storm, chillingly intimidating.

Meanwhile, behind the slightly ajar door, Jiayi had already been stunned.

Just now, she had grown restless sitting in the break room and thought to see if this man needed any help.

After all, she was his secretary for this business trip; she couldn’t really do nothing, could she?

Who would call her out for being a hardworking, down-to-earth, sweetheart type?

Unexpectedly, upon arriving, she saw a familiar figure quietly enter the office, and then she heard the conversation inside.

She hadn’t been wrong; Mu Qingran really did know Huo Zhenyang.

No, it was more than just knowing each other.

This Mu Qingran had obviously been with Huo Zhenyang before.

Seeing Mu Qingran clinging to Huo Zhenyang, sobbing nonstop, Jiayi’s heart was also uncomfortable, feeling somewhat breathless.

If it had been Jian Meiyi clinging like this, Huo Zhenyang would have probably kicked her out by now, right?

But now, Huo Zhenyang wasn’t shaking off Mu Qingran, letting her hold him, showing that he still had regard for her?

And those complaints Mu Qingran had just cried out, their past relationship must have been pretty good, right?

Jiayi felt a desolation settle in her heart; her fingers pinching the hem of her dress, feeling a complexity of emotions.

If Huo Zhenyang truly still had feelings for Mu Qingran then...

What did all those things he said to her before amount to?

On one hand, he tried every possible way to not let her leave, wanting to monopolize her.

On the other, he was entwined in a love talk with another woman, endlessly entangled?

At this thought, Jiayi felt inexplicably angry and reflexively, kicked the door, making a noise.

Mu Qingran heard the noise at the door and finally let go, quickly wiping away her tears.

Jiayi knocked on the door twice, with a sweet voice, "President, I came to see if there’s anything I could help with."

"Come in," Huo Zhenyang breathed a sigh of relief.

A flicker of displeasure passed through Mu Qingran’s eyes, but she had no choice but to step aside.

Jiayi stood up straight, really looking the part of a diligent secretary as she walked in.

She didn’t give Mu Qingran a single glance, treating her as if she were air, facing only Huo Zhenyang, bent slightly with a sweet, obedient voice, "President, may I know what I can do for you?"

The office-style white shirt was already somewhat tight, and Jiayi’s assets were formidable, straining against the fabric.

Now, with a bend, a deep cleavage appeared before the man’s eyes, the round little bunnies seemingly about to pop out.

Huo Zhenyang’s mood, severely disrupted by Mu Qingran just moments before, recovered substantially at the sight of Jiayi.

This little thing, her timing was indeed perfect, her performance today was not bad.

Seeing her probably afraid of the heat, undoing one more button, revealing a lovely figure, his gaze darkened slightly,

In the end, he smirked, "You stay, help me organize the contracts."

"Yes, President," Jiayi still sweet, picked up the contracts from the sofa, sat to the side, and started to review them.

Mu Qingran’s gaze fell on the young girl organizing documents, and almost imperceptibly, she clenched her fists.