Chapter 925: Chapter 905: So Good, Husband Will Satisfy You
"Do you know why she’s showing these symptoms?"
"Mrs. Huo has a deeply rooted psychological defense. Simply put, she’s a very guarded person and hasn’t shared her inner thoughts with her therapist. As mental health professionals, we can’t force our patients to reveal their secrets, so we resort to conservative treatments: prescribing some sleeping pills and offering her comforting words each session to alleviate her symptoms as much as possible."
Jiayi’s lips curled slightly. Of course, Su Yan wouldn’t dare share her heart with a psychologist.
What would she say? That her paranoia and deteriorating mental state stemmed from killing someone?
But...
After all these years, why is Su Yan suddenly agonizing over this again?
...
Jiayi walked out of the studio and got into her car.
The noon sunlight was dazzling, casting a warm glow on her.
Once inside the car, she leaned her hands on the steering wheel, her mind repeatedly wandering to Su Yan seeing a psychologist. Her thoughts swirled.
After a moment of hesitation, she dialed Huo Zhenyang’s number.
Huo Zhenyang was in the middle of a meeting, and didn’t expect a call from Jiayi.
She hardly ever contacted him while he was at work.
This was rare.
He raised his hand, motioning for the meeting room staff to stop speaking.
The room immediately fell silent.
Jiayi picked up on the fact that he was in a meeting. "Are you in a meeting? Am I bothering you?"
He slid one hand into the pocket of his neatly pressed trousers and walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, his refined, thin lips curling upward. "It’s fine. What’s up?"
Could it be she was feeling lonely at home and wanted him to join her for lunch, or was she hoping he’d come home earlier?
The magnetic, seductive voice of the big Boss carried a teasing charm, causing his subordinates to exchange knowing glances.
Since the last time Huo Zhenyang brought Jiayi to Haodu Building for a tour, the staff could deduce who was on the other end of the line.
Each person instinctively lowered their heads, coughed twice, and pretended they hadn’t heard a word, unwilling to disrupt the Boss’s tender moment.
"Is Su Yan at the office right now?" she asked in a low voice.
Su Yan? What now?
Huo Zhenyang raised a brow. "You called just to ask this?"
"Oh, come on, just tell me if she’s there or not."
He was annoyed but sensed something behind her question, frowning. "What are you up to?"
"I want to go to the hotel to see Little Doubao. If Su Yan’s at the hotel, it’d be inconvenient to talk to Little Doubao. Around this time, she’s probably in the office, right?"
"Seeing Little Doubao again? Haven’t I told you before? It’s only been a few days, Jiayi, and you’ve already forgotten?!" His voice was low and raspy, tinged with displeasure.
Jiayi sighed internally. That tone—was he acting like she was sneaking around to meet a lover? Seriously.
"I have something important to ask Little Doubao... really important! Ugh, just do me a favor and check if Su Yan is at the office, okay?"
She intentionally added a hint of sweet coaxing and supplication.
Finally, he didn’t press further. Glancing at the diamond watch on his wrist, he said, his tone steady, "She’s unwell these days and only works half-days. At this time, she’s probably about to head back to the hotel."
As expected: low mental state, sneaking off to see a psychologist—naturally only working half days.
Jiayi blinked. "Then do me a favor. Stall her. Let me finish talking to Little Doubao. Once I’m done, I’ll text you, and you can let her leave the office."
Huo Zhenyang raised his thick brows, his tone deepening playfully. "You ask for my help, and I just do it?"
She couldn’t help grumbling. "Then what do you want?"
"You know."
"Fine, fine, we’ll settle it when I get home." She bit her lips, knowing exactly what he meant.
Ever since they’d moved back to Disheng, this man had been relentless in his attempts to get her pregnant—coming up with all kinds of positions that supposedly increased the odds.
She had rejected him every single time.
Because it was utterly shattering her worldview and breaking her limits!
Hmph. Whatever, might as well give in today.
He seemed moderately pleased but wasn’t about to let her off the hook. "Hmm. And now?"
"Now?" Jiayi froze. "Now what?"
He slightly tilted his chin, completely ignoring the row of subordinates waiting for him back at the conference table, his devilish voice deliberately teasing a few notches louder. "Call me ’hubby.’"
It had been ages since they moved back to Disheng, yet she hadn’t addressed him as "hubby" once.
Several senior managers clearly heard their Boss’s flirtatious words and almost burst out laughing.
Boss, do you still remember this is a meeting?
Jiayi’s frustration skyrocketed. "You’re unbelievable!"
Having this much audacity in a formal business setting—he still insisted on playing around!
"Well?" His thin, striking lips curled.
She inhaled deeply, choking out softly, "Hubby."
"So soft. Who’s that for?"
She bit down on her tiny silver teeth. "Hubby~"
Still barely audible. Huo Zhenyang knew her shy nature, frowning slightly. "Relax, everyone in the meeting room has stepped out."
Relieved, she raised her voice slightly, biting her lip. "Hubby."
"Finished?"
Her cheeks flushed as the AC in her car seemed no longer effective. Taking a deep breath, she complied coyly, sulking: "Hubby, help me, pretty please?"
Then, she gave a "mwah" into the phone.
Fine, she’d already called him hubby—what’s one little kiss?
Better to get him off her back early, sparing herself the nagging.
"What an obedient baby. Hubby will help you out," the man replied smugly.
"Thanks, hubby!"
The playful sweetness in her voice rang from the speaker, echoing clearly around the meeting room.
Some subordinates flushed red. One staff member had just taken a sip of coffee, only to sputter it out in shock.
Jiayi overheard this, froze for a second, then turned beet red and fumed, "Huo Zhenyang! You lied to me!"
Not even close to "stepped out"! His subordinates were clearly in the same room!~
"They’re all trusted staff of the Huo Group and my closest aides. They’ve already met you—what’s the shame in this?"
His voice was calm, utterly brazen. Unfazed as usual, his thick skin rivaled a fortress as he put the phone aside—not hanging up—before calling out to the secretary by the meeting room door, letting Jiayi overhear:
"Tell Mrs. Huo not to return for now. Ask her to join the meeting."
The secretary promptly replied, "Yes, Boss."
Jiayi clenched her teeth, fanning her face with a hand to cool down from her embarrassment, before she composed herself, ended the call, and started her car, heading toward the hotel.
***
At the hotel.
Jiayi carried the chocolates she’d picked up on the way, heading to the floor of the long-term suites.
"Ms. Chu," the Huo Family assistant greeted her, noticing the bag of chocolates from a particular brand, understanding her visit was meant for Little Doubao.
"I spotted the new release of Little Doubao’s favorite kind of chocolate at the boutique shop, so I brought it along. Where’s Little Doubao? I’ll bring it to him." Jiayi intentionally raised her voice to ensure Little Doubao inside could hear her.
"Ms. Chu, Madam has instructed that Little Doubao is not to meet outsiders without her permission. Since she isn’t here now, please hand the chocolates to me, and I’ll give them to Little Doubao."
The door creaked open, and a small head peeked out.
