Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1312 - 1290: Why Didn’t You Use Waterproof Makeup?

Chapter 1312: Chapter 1290: Why Didn’t You Use Waterproof Makeup?

Ya Chen pondered without speaking.

"So I believe, my baby will be just the same." She gathered her courage, pulling his hand onto the sapling, as if gently touching the tender skin of a baby: "I want the baby to see this Eardrop Acacia every day and grow up together with it."

His fingertips lightly touched it.

"Is that alright?" She gazed at him, wanting a response that satisfied her.

At this moment, the guards and maid came down with an umbrella, calling out.

He said nothing, returning to his usual expression, handed her the umbrella, turned around to another, gave the maid some instructions, and then went upstairs.

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Evening.

The rain outside the window hasn’t stopped yet, pattering against the glass.

Chu Xinyue was holding the tablet computer, chatting with Mr. N on the other side as usual.

"Last time I told you, there’s a man forcing a woman to give up her most precious thing, do you remember?"

"Mhm."

"That girl told me recently it seems like the man isn’t forcing much anymore; today it seems he softened a bit."

"Did the man say that?"

"Not at all."

"Then how does the woman know the man softened if he didn’t say so?"

"It’s a feeling!"

"Feelings are the least reliable."

"Fine, I won’t talk about this with someone who hasn’t even dated." She pouted and turned over.

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Ya Family, east wing guest room.

Lan Yurou sipped today’s prenatal drink, stopped after a few sips, with her fair fingers stirring the ornate patterned spoon in the decoction thoughtfully, as if having something on her mind.

"Is the drink too hot? I can take it and cool it down a bit." The servant’s meticulousness fully demonstrated the Ya Family’s care for the unborn child.

Lan Yurou withdrew her thoughts, put down the bowl: "His Highness has been coming home every day recently, hasn’t he?"

"Ever since the crown princess returned from her parent’s home, His Highness has come home early every day; he won’t go out on days off unless necessary. Speaking of which, it’s really rare."

A fleeting glimmer quickly passed in Lan Yurou’s eyes; ever since Chu Xinyue returned home that day, she hadn’t been seen, heard she fell ill right after coming back and was not feeling well, resting in her room.

Chu Xinyue not feeling well, yet Ya Chen staying at home peacefully...

Since when did Ya Chen become so good to that woman?

She glanced outside the window: "The weather is nice today, accompany me downstairs for a walk."

.........

Lan Yurou walked to the northeast direction of the main building and saw a clear and charming figure in the garden ahead.

Chu Xinyue was holding a watering can, watering several potted plants while discussing gardening experience with the gardener.

Being sick?

Lan Yurou doubted it, felt she was even more vibrant and spirited than before, her face more rosy, her figure seemingly more plump, not looking unwell at all.

Yet she still perked up, walked over with a smile.

Her steps caught Chu Xinyue’s attention; she looked over, her hand paused, and the watering can stopped mid-air.

Lan Yurou hadn’t been seen for a while, her waist and hip circumference had expanded considerably, even her face became fuller, the belly under the loose maternity wear slightly protruded.

Chu Xinyue remembered that her pregnancy period should be about the same as Lan Yurou’s, both around three months so far, but Lan Yurou’s belly didn’t look like it was less than three months, gaining not just one or two dozen pounds.

It seems that the Ya Family’s prenatal soup and high-level servants took good care of her.

"I heard many plants from the Middle East have been transplanted here in the garden, came specially to appreciate them. Turns out they’re managed by the crown princess? No wonder they grow so well." Lan Yurou bent down with some effort, holding onto a pot’s fragrant seedling to lightly smell, yet found her hand empty, the faint scent disappeared from under her nose, the plant was taken away by a gesture from Chu Xinyue, ordered the gardener to move it.

"This fragrant flower has just bloomed not long ago, very tender." Chu Xinyue said lightly.

Was she implying her hands were too rough? Seeing all the gardener’s eyes focused on her, Lan Yurou felt a bit upset, her nostrils flaring slightly; no longer paying attention to her, slightly raising her chin to the gardener:

"I came to admire the flowers. Is that alright?"

The gardener dared not say no, wasn’t it clear what status Miss Lan holds in the Ya Family? Not just to admire the flowers, even if she wanted the moon in the sky, Ya Qianhuai might have the servants fetch it for her, merely glancing hesitantly at Chu Xinyue, as she technically was the rightful one, fearing displeasure.

Seeing no objections from Chu Xinyue, the gardener nodded: "Miss Lan, please feel free."

Lan Yurou, holding her waist, leisurely strolled around the garden, appearing to have mutual respect and boundaries with Chu Xinyue who was watering the flowers, like well water not interfering with the river water.

The gardener sighed in relief, fortunately the crown princess didn’t mind; if ever asked to drive Miss Lan away, he wouldn’t know what to do.

Just then, Chu Xinyue’s voice wafted over: "Can you bring me some long shears, I want to trim some branches."

The two gardeners in the garden hurriedly turned away to fetch them upon hearing.

Chu Xinyue listened to the gardener’s footsteps disappear, put down the small watering can, picking up the long and soft hose instead.

Lan Yurou didn’t pay much attention, thinking she was just going to continue watering, but suddenly felt a chill on her back like small raindrops falling, then the rain became heavier like pouring rain, screaming aloud, stepping back several paces!

Chu Xinyue was actually aiming the water hose at her, spraying!

"You—what are you doing?" She raised her elbow to cover her face, dodging the hose’s attack, but the water columns still shot towards her repeatedly.

Dodge?

Chu Xinyue holding the hose, stood still, spraying wherever Lan Yurou ran, the water pressure was so strong, each time she barely ran half a step before being pushed back!

Not minding?

Sorry! Chu Xinyue has never been someone who doesn’t mind!

In a matter of seconds, Lan Yurou’s eyeliner smudged, her lipstick vanished, mascara became black tears!

"Oh, why didn’t you use waterproof makeup?" Chu Xinyue taunted with lifted voice.

Lan Yurou gritted her teeth while trying to dodge.

This water pressure, even three layers of waterproof wouldn’t help!

Soon, drenched, she turned into a soaked hen, her makeup all dissolved, swallowing a mouthful of mud water from the flower watering.

A sharp scream resonated: "Miss Lan—"

The maid accompanying Lan Yurou at the garden entrance heard the commotion and rushed in.

Seeing that the crown princess was gleefully playing a water gun game, she was dumbfounded.

And the game’s target was actually the pregnant Lan Yurou, further startled!

The maid dared not snatch the hose from Chu Xinyue’s hand, instead could only rush forward trying to shield Lan Yurou: "Crown Princess...Crown Princess...please...please..."

Chu Xinyue pretended not to hear, biting a side of the hose, pulling up her skirt, tying it around her thigh to fashion it into a short skirt, then aimed again at the wailing, choked Lan Yurou, spraying her with fury!