Chapter 759: Chapter 759: Treat Him Like a Prisoner?
He Jingyao slightly curled the corner of his lips with a hint of sarcasm and slowly walked in that direction.
As he approached, the girl became more and more nervous, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly, her eyelashes quivering violently as if under tremendous pressure. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel fire.net
However, He Jingyao’s footsteps suddenly stopped.
The girl timidly looked up, only to find the man had stopped in front of the coffee machine, working the device to brew a cup of coffee, and soon turned around with the coffee in hand to return to his desk.
The girl sat down weakly, uncertain whether to feel lost or to heave a sigh of relief.
The cup of coffee was soon empty, and the book in He Jingyao’s hand was also almost finished.
He closed the book and idly tapped the desktop with one hand, pondering how to break the deadlock.
He Yirong had clearly made up his mind. So in fact, he only had two choices left, either to keep his distance from Zhixi, or… to resign from his position as the CEO of HI Corporation.
He didn’t mind resigning, but if he made that choice now, He Yirong would be even angrier.
The primary goal was to leave this place.
He Jingyao mused, only to notice that the door to the study had been opened at some point, and a small door appeared from which a meal tray was brought in.
When the girl saw it, she immediately went over to take the meal tray and hesitated for a moment. She didn’t dare to get close, instead placing the meal tray on the coffee table.
He Jingyao’s gaze fell on the closed small door, dark and indistinguishable.
He Yirong’s preparations were indeed thorough.
Very well, he was being treated like a prisoner.
He Jingyao laughed out of anger.
Hearing his laughter, the girl timidly spoke up, “Mr. He, it’s… time for lunch.”
The girl’s voice was crisp with a touch of softness… He Jingyao momentarily lost in thought, couldn’t help but think of the original Su Zixi.
The current Su Zixi had undergone vocal cord surgery, no longer as clear as before, a bit hoarser, yet it made her sound very sensual, especially when she was lost in passion…
At this thought, He Jingyao’s Adam’s apple moved slightly.
He grew somewhat restless, unbuttoning his collar, reminded that the woman was still waiting for him at home while he was locked up here by his own father who had a screw loose… and he couldn’t help feeling irritable.
“You eat yours,” He Jingyao said coldly.
The girl was startled, shyly lowered her head, and sat back on the sofa, but in the end, she still didn’t touch the meal on the tray.
After lunch, Zhixi took Xiaobao for a nap, and after waking up, played with Xiaobao for a while.
The sun soon began to set.
She called He Jingyao, but the call didn’t go through.
Zhixi found it strange but didn’t think much of it; half an hour later, she tried again, yet again there was only a busy signal.
She finally felt that something was off.
Zhixi called Uncle Li, who was preparing dinner next door and appeared very quickly.
“Young Mistress, may I help you with anything?” Uncle Li asked respectfully.
“I can’t get in touch with Jingyao,” Zhixi pressed her lips together, “his phone is also unreachable.”
Uncle Li was surprised and immediately tried to contact him, also without success. He then called the assistant and bodyguard who had accompanied He Jingyao back to Yanzhou City that day, but there was no news from them either.
Zhixi watched from the side, her heart sinking.
Just then, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from outside the villa.
Zhixi ran out fast, only to see a Lamborghini parked at the door.