Chapter 323: Chapter 321 I Like Obedient Women
Jiayi was certainly afraid of making him angry. When he got angry, he actually became even more frightening, yet she knew that even if he became angry, he would just harshly punish himself in some way, instead of truly losing his temper.
So, looking at it that way, it didn’t seem too terrible for her...
She nodded, her lips as delicate as a budding flower parting as she admitted honestly, "I’m afraid too."
He tousled her hair, which had become slightly disheveled due to panic, not too gently but not too harshly either, "Since you’re afraid, be good and go back to rest. Such things won’t happen again in the future. My uncle is usually quite steady. He might have been a bit impulsive today, but I’ll talk to him later."
Little Kitten looked both physically and emotionally exhausted, as if she had been traumatized.
When they came down from the terrace, though he held her, he could still feel how violently she was trembling.
The little one needed a good sleep to recuperate.
Jiayi didn’t doubt this man’s words at all.
His assurance that today’s events would not recur was like a promise to comfort her, so she wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore.
As long as he was around, she really didn’t need to be afraid of anything.
A few months ago, she was still resisting him, nervous around him, afraid of him, but at some point without her realizing it, his words had become the reassurance she could rely on.
"After you successfully find my mom, will you really take me and mom back to China?" She still remembered what he had said on the terrace.
Huo Zhenyang couldn’t help but smile, "Yes. Can you go back to your room now?"
Jiayi nodded obediently, "Mhm."
She knew that at this moment, all she needed to do was wait for his arrangements.
As long as he was still in S Country, everything would make her feel secure.
Huo Zhenyang took her small hand and handed her over to the maid, "Send Miss Chu back to her room."
Perhaps because of what had just happened on the terrace, Jiayi felt somewhat unsettled at the thought of parting with him.
Although she nodded and agreed to go back to her room, for the first time, she took the initiative to hold his large hand tightly and showed no intention of letting go, not wanting to return to her room with the maid.
He felt her intense dependency at this moment.
The last time she had been this reliant on him was at the embassy, because it was her first time in such a setting and she was meeting the Chu family, which made her timid.
Today, for her, might have indeed been even more terrifying, so naturally, she was even more reluctant to leave.
He relished the satisfaction of being needed by her, pinched her pale little cheek gently, bent down close to her ear, and spoke in a deep, gentle voice, "Be good, go back first, and have the servant make you a cup of milk. Sleep a bit. I like women who are obedient."
Jiayi still held onto the man’s hand, tightly.
His palm was broad and warm; it felt very comforting, letting her feel a sense of security.
His eyes slightly tilted upward as his tone lowered a notch, "Or shall I go to your room and rest with you? Otherwise, we could take another trip—to the castle we visited that day."
Only then did she hurriedly let go of his hand, her little face flushing crimson.
The maid was from the Ya Family, and though she feared Huo Zhenyang’s power and would definitely not dare to say anything, it still wasn’t proper to be so intimate in front of the Ya Family’s servants.
Jiayi followed the maid back first.
Watching Little Kitten’s retreating figure along the corridor, Huo Zhenyang turned and went back to his own guest room.
Before reaching the door to his room, he halted, his expression turning cold in an instant.
Several people from A Country were standing at the entrance, members of Boris’s entourage, conversing with George about something.
Seeing the Boss returning, George hurried forward, "Boss..."
Huo Zhenyang raised a hand and waved it, indicating he understood.
He walked straight into the room and immediately noticed Boris with a somber expression, standing with his hands behind his back in the middle of the living room, clearly having waited for a long time.
"Zhenyang, do you realize what you just did? For a woman, you pointed a gun at your own uncle’s head!"
As soon as Huo Zhenyang returned, Boris barraged him with scolding.
After being out on the balcony in the wind for a good while, Boris managed to steady his wobbly legs and stand up, leaning against the wall.
The first thing he did was to come and confront Zhenyang!
Boris couldn’t contain himself anymore as he waited for his return!
Huo Zhenyang was quite impatient with Boris’s relentless harangue, "I think, the message I conveyed on the balcony earlier was quite clear, and I have no desire to repeat myself."
Boris simply didn’t know how to persuade his nephew anymore.
He also understood that if he weren’t his uncle and a member of the Royal Family of A Country, the man before him might have already shot him in a fit of rage.
"Anyway, I demand you return! Go back to China immediately! Do not disrupt Ya Chen and Miss Chu’s wedding! If you like this type of woman, your uncle can find plenty more for you! For a woman, you pointed a gun at my head, I can let that go, but you absolutely cannot damage the relations between our two countries!"
Boris roared with fury.
Huo Zhenyang let out a cold laugh, his demeanor frosty, almost terrifying, and was about to speak when he noticed a change in Boris’s complexion and felt some warmth beneath his nose.
With a light touch of his fingertip, a dark crimson stained his skin—he was bleeding.
Yet, he wasn’t startled nor did he hesitate, simply pulling out a tissue from the nearby coffee table with icy composure and swiftly wiping away the blood.
Only then did Boris regain his composure, staring at him in shock, "What’s wrong with you?"
Huo Zhenyang’s voice was calm and detached as he sat gracefully on the Italian handmade leather sofa next to him, "It’s just a trivial matter, no need to scare uncle like that."
A sliver of suspicion arose in Boris’s heart, "Zhenyang, you can’t be..."
"Let’s leave it at that for today, I’m very tired. In any case, as long as I’m here, the wedding of Ya Chen and Jiayi will not take place, not until I take her away. As for uncle, I’ve had my assistant book a first-class ticket for you, so please return to China tonight. If you find commercial flights uncomfortable, I wouldn’t mind having my private jet take you directly back to A Country."
The man’s stance was unwavering, leaving no room for rebuttal.
"You—" Boris, furious, raised his finger towards the man on the sofa.
Five seconds later, he could only slowly lower his hand and huffed before walking out first.
Behind him, the door slammed shut with a "bang," reinforcing Huo Zhenyang’s resolute attitude.
The impact made the walls of the corridor tremble slightly.
The assistant couldn’t help but say, "Mr. Boris, are you really going to let it go like this—"
Boris had a pensive look on his face, as if deep in thought, seemingly not hearing the assistant’s words. After a while, he suddenly looked up and said in a low voice, "Inquire discreetly among the personnel who came with Zhenyang this time, find out if he has been taking any medication lately. If so, get the name of the medicine and tell me."
"Medication? Is young Huo ill?" The assistant was startled; young Huo looked perfectly healthy, not at all like someone who was sick.
