Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1336 - 1314: Testing the Waters

After receiving a response from inside the suite, the assistant pushed the door open and gestured to Chu Xinyue:

"Our master is inside, you may go in."

Chu Xinyue hesitated for a moment: "Is Mr. Blue alone?"

The assistant seemed to find this question somewhat amusing: "Who else would it be?"

Chu Xinyue didn’t ask anything further, carrying her interview bag, she walked in.

This was a top-tier presidential suite, with a bedroom that’s three times the size of a luxury suite.

The living room was spacious enough to host a basketball game.

Although it was lavishly wide, it felt somewhat empty, making Chu Xinyue feel uneasy all over.

Soft symphonic orchestral classical music was playing from the HIFI audio system.

Ya Chen had just finished dinner and was sitting on the couch in the center to aid digestion while listening to music.

On the coffee table, there was a bottle of opened dessert wine.

Tonight, he was dressed in a tailored suit, made from the finest fabric by the United Kingdom’s Scabal, highlighting his excellent physique, with the collar of his white shirt turned up, and his hair slicked back, flawlessly revealing his handsome features.

Although indoors, his appearance was, just like his personality, meticulously maintained, always considering himself as the heir of an empire, not allowing any mistakes.

Listening to music after a meal was a habit of his for many years, even though he seldom returned home for a long time, she knew this, sometimes when she saw him return home and finishing dinner while sitting in the living room on the first floor, she would take the initiative to turn on the sound system.

He glanced sideways at Chu Xinyue through the corner of his eye.

Still no reaction? Any reaction? Give some reaction.

Yet she truly did not react at all, apologizing as she entered: "Hi, sorry, there was traffic and I’m a few minutes late."

Ya Chen frowned, turned off the music, with a tone of slight disappointment: "Oh."

"You’re not mad, are you?" Chu Xinyue probed.

He composed his emotions: "It’s nothing. It’s my oversight. I should have anticipated traffic at this time and should’ve sent someone to pick you up."

"Not at all, the fact that you’re willing to grant our magazine an interview, how could I let you come pick me up. I should have left earlier. Can we start now?"

He raised his eyes wistfully: "In a rush to go home? Every interview feels like you’re rushing to be reborn."

Chu Xinyue hurriedly said: "No, I just don’t want to waste your valuable time."

"I have time to spare."

"..."

"Join me for some music first." He took the remote control, turned up the volume slightly, looked deeply at her, patted the sofa beside him: "Why are you standing there, wearing such high heels. Aren’t your feet sore? Come, sit."

Unable to refuse his enthusiastic invitation, Chu Xinyue slowly walked over but did not sit next to him, instead keeping a distance of about twenty centimeters, she softly volunteered: "Turns out Mr. Blue likes listening to classical music."

"Actually, what I like most is jazz. Especially piano jazz." As he pressed a button, the classical orchestral music turned into a modern jazz piece.

The same tune she played when she visited the army.

Valentine.

Her body slightly twitched, lost in thought.

A fleeting joy crossed his eyes, unable to contain it, he squinted: "Miss Chu is very familiar with this piece?"

"Yes, I learned the piano, and I’ve always liked this jazz piece."

"Just like? Have you played it?"

She firmly shook her head: "No."

No—

How could it be ’no’?

Ya Chen’s handsome face fell into shadow.

Yet when she spoke those two words, it seemed sincere, unlike other pretense.

This woman—

Has she gone to take acting lessons in China for the past six months? He refrained from cursing out loud.

Chu Xinyue noticed his face turning pale, and cautiously probed: "Mr. Blue, is something wrong?... Should we continue listening to music? Or start the interview?"

Her courteous demeanor, even her slightly startled appearance, quelled his urge to lose his temper.

But then again, he simply didn’t believe this nonsense!

She remembered Ya Qianhuai, remembered she was the daughter-in-law of the Ya Family, yet conspicuously forgot the appearance of her legitimate husband and everything involving him?

Darn it!

He picked up a clean glass, turned it around, poured a third of it with red wine, and handed it over: "No rush."

Drunk talk leads to truth; even if she is a movie queen, it’s hard to fake it.

Chu Xinyue glanced at the red wine, slightly furrowing her brows: "It’s my working hour now, it’s not convenient to drink, and if the magazine finds out it could..."

"Is there a third person here? Who will know? Even if they do, I’ll say it was my request, your superiors won’t blame you."

She finally, albeit reluctantly, picked up the glass, pondered for a moment, and took a sip.

The exquisite 1997 French dry red wine tasted as outstanding as its price, yet she was in no mood to savor it. After taking a couple of small sips, she softly asked:

"I’ve already drunk some. Can we start now?"

He realized that she was accommodating in every way entirely because she didn’t want to offend him as an interview subject, a chill in his eyes: "No."

This refusal was quite blunt, without any reason, causing Chu Xinyue’s lips to twitch slightly.

"Drink it all." His stubborn gaze fixed on the wine glass.

"All of it?" she was startled, "No, doing so... will get me drunk."

Ya Chen’s alluring thin lips curled slightly, robust arms resting behind his head, revealing a rare mischief, his handsome face expressing "Look at me, what are you afraid of": "If you get drunk, you get drunk. Is there something Miss Chu is afraid will spill out if she gets drunk?"

"I mean, if I get drunk, I won’t be able to conduct the interview."

"If you don’t please me, there’s no need for an interview either."

Chu Xinyue’s expression stiffened; this was plain, naked coercion, yet she finally made up her mind, picked up the wine glass, held her breath, and downed it in one gulp.

The wine slid down her throat, adding a rosy bloom to her originally fair cheeks.

Taking advantage of the intoxicating effect not fully kicking in, she switched on the voice recorder: "I have done what you asked, can we start now, Mr. Blue?"

Finally, this time Ya Chen did not refuse.

Since she was well-prepared the day before, the second interview went smoothly.

Perhaps after tormenting her for a long time, Ya Chen was rather cooperative.

As it came close to an end, Chu Xinyue felt the alcohol rising in her throat, almost unable to hold it back, the aftereffects hit fiercely.

Ya Chen also noticed her face turning crimson, stopped answering, and slightly raised his thick eyebrow: "What’s wrong?"

She waved her hand, speechless, feeling like if she spoke she’d throw up.

Ya Chen’s eyes darkened, he stood up, walked to her side, just about to bend down and feel her with the back of his hand.

When she was touched by him, she shivered and could no longer hold back, turning to him with a "bleh" and threw up.