Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 586 - 584: Do you want to hit it a few more times?

Chapter 586: Chapter 584: Do you want to hit it a few more times?

Huo Zhenyang gently rubbed the small bump on her forehead, looking at her completely drunken mess, his annoyance turned to bitter laughter, "Being this drunk, you’re lucky you didn’t die from a fall."

"It’s all your fault! If you hadn’t plied Jingchuan with alcohol, would I have ended up like this... Reaping the benefits and still playing innocent... You’re not a good person..." She pounded forcefully on his chest as if venting her frustrations.

But under the influence of alcohol, even using all her strength was akin to giving him a tickle.

It was less of a beating and more like she was acting coquettishly.

He hadn’t given it much thought, but upon her bringing it up, his expression suddenly darkened, turning cold. He caught her wrist and pressed his razor-sharp jawline against her delicate cheek, spewing his intense displeasure, "Jingchuan? You say his name quite affectionately, huh? Who gave you the courage to attend a dinner with another man?"

A sense of sobriety jolted her heart, and she struggled to push him away. Immobilized by his grip, she couldn’t move an inch, not even a centimeter. All she could do was raise her flushed little face, unyieldingly retorting, "Aren’t you also attending with Su Yan? I’ve said it, I have my freedom, and you’re free to get a girlfriend..."

He tilted her delicate chin upwards, mocking her mercilessly, "Oh, what’s this, jealous? The woman you despise, escorted by me, receiving all the attention like a Princess, how does that make you feel?"

If only she didn’t feel so weak, she’d genuinely want to spit on him!

His words reminded her, and she indeed sensed the scent of another woman’s perfume on him.

Feeling a discomfort in her stomach, churning again. She had just thrown up everything; why was she feeling nauseous again?

Holding back the dizziness, she said, "Huo Zhenyang! Please, could you stop being so childish! Using Su Yan to upset me? Do you think I care? This tactic of yours is really the most, most absurd! — Enough, let me go, I want to go back—" saying this, she struggled in his arms again, vigorously shaking his arm.

What if it’s childish? What does it matter if it’s low-level?

As long as he could see even a hint of jealousy from her, he was thrilled.

This time, she seemed truly angry, her struggling becoming much more intense.

Her soft and delicate body frequently rubbed against his crisp suit, like giving a man a massage. While it stoked his anger, it also ignited a peculiar flame lying dormant inside him.

"Go back to where? Back to Xue Jingchuan’s side?"

While pushing him away, she mumbled, "If not there, then where?"

Her mere three words caused his face to turn sternly cold, impalpable, "These days I’ve been indulging you, spoiling you, but don’t mistake my temporary compromise for your capricious bargaining chip."

Only when her senses were dulled could he express such a pride-wounding sentiment. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

The little woman, still oblivious, in a haze of alcohol, suddenly flung his hand away:

"I never asked you to indulge me!"

The man’s features seemed frozen like hail sealing his visage, his brows and eyes shrouded in frost. Leaning back with her push, he unexpectedly didn’t stop her.

With that shove, she slipped free from his arm’s restraint, her delicate hands pressing against his chest, pushing and then retreating several steps back with the inertia. Once steady, she raised her head, looking straight at him, lips curved with a rosy, provocative smile bolstered by the alcohol, stunning in its beauty against the backdrop of her bright red lipstick:

"The reporters today have already pegged me as Jingchuan’s scandalous girlfriend. Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, all the major media along the coast will publish the romance between Lord Xue and me... Mr. Huo, in a few days, you’ll be the esteemed Mayor of Yunling. Your reputation is very important. Surely you wouldn’t want news of a love triangle with a star from the entertainment industry, a clothing assistant, getting out, right?"

She had never spoken to him with such boldness before.

Four years ago, she depended on him for everything and must not have dared to do so.

After four years, she was still always a step below him, always submissive and deferential.

Only today, emboldened by alcohol, did she find the rare courage to stand up for herself in front of him.

Huo Zhenyang remained silent, coldly watching her defiance.

Perhaps because she had exerted too much force all at once, no sooner had Jiayi finished speaking than her stomach acid began to churn once again.

She furrowed her brows to steady herself, clutching her chest as she gasped for breath, knowing she wasn’t done vomiting. She wanted to head back to the restroom, but the very man she wished to avoid was standing in front of her, blocking the way to the other side.

Bearing the discomfort, she dropped her bold statement and, tottering on her high heels, turned and wobbled back towards the banquet hall.

Before she had taken a few steps, a strong gust swept up behind her as Huo Zhenyang quickly strode forward, grabbed her arm, and with a sudden, almost violent pull, swung her around to press against his chest, openly sneering, "Now that Xue Jingchuan has appeared, someone has got your back, and you’ve found your voice, even loud enough for talking, aren’t you?"

Perhaps because of the jostling, Jiayi felt her stomach tumble violently; unable to withstand it any longer, it surged up her throat. She reflexively tried to push him away but couldn’t budge him, and as her mouth opened in an "Ah", she pitched forward into his embrace, vomiting.

She had just emptied everything in the restroom; now all she brought up was bitter bile.

He felt a wet, clammy patch on his chest and when he looked down, he saw several damp spots ruining the iron-grey fabric of his expensive, tailor-made suit, a truly sorry sight.

Having just finished vomiting, her head still spinning, Jiayi saw what she had done to his suit and her expression changed, revealing a touch of guilt.

Feeling a piercing cold glare from the man, she looked up and gathered all her alcohol-numbed courage, "What are you looking at? If it’s a big deal, I’ll compensate you... "

With her current generous salary, it was just a suit; no matter how expensive, she could afford to replace it.

Huo Zhenyang smiled thinly, glancing at the stain on his body, "Compensate me? What am I supposed to do now?"

She was taken aback. He still had to go back to the banquet hall, where the media and socialites were gathered; it seemed impossible with him in this condition. Swallowing hard, she opened the small evening bag she had taken with her—it had been prepared by Xue Jingchuan’s studio to match her dress.

She fumbled in the evening bag for a wet wipe, took one out, and started frantically trying to clean the stains on his suit, "This should be okay, right? You can go into the restroom and use the dryer."

As she wiped, her movements grew smaller and smaller; the wet wipe not only failed to clean the stain but made it spread further into the fabric due to absorption.

Suddenly, Huo Zhenyang grabbed the petite woman’s waist, hoisted her onto his shoulder, and strode down the hallway.

The sound of the man’s leather shoes was cold and forceful, their rhythm echoing up and down the quiet corridor.

Jiayi was suspended in air, and after a moment of stunned shock, she realized what was happening. Struggling, she kicked and pounded on his shoulder, beating his back, "What are you doing? Where are you taking me? Put me down—"

Huo Zhenyang pressed down hard, unceremoniously slapping her uplifted buttocks, "Do you need a few more?"

The slap was crisp and clear, like a stone dropping into water in the hallway!