Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 548 - 546: Will You Die If You Don’t Be Vulgar?

Chapter 548: Chapter 546: Will You Die If You Don’t Be Vulgar?

To put it bluntly, the old man hasn’t been in great health over these past few years, will he even live long enough to see Huo regain his composure and come back to himself?

It’s basically just drawing her a pie in the sky.

A pie that’s very hard to reach.

Something stirred in Su Yan’s heart, but she quickly composed herself, her face pale as she nodded, wiped away her tears, stood up, and mustered a weak smile, "I’m sorry for being such a spectacle, I got emotional just now. It’s fine, I’ll go pack my clothes; I’ll be leaving in a few days."

Huo Tianpei saw that she had just finished crying and was trying to act strong, and felt even more pity. Originally wanting to comfort her, he decided not to say anything that might stir her emotions again, seeing the way she hurriedly packed her bags.

——

After Su Yan finished packing, she brought her luggage over to the hotel for convenience, preparing for her departure back to America.

When she came downstairs, Huo Tianpei saw how haggard she looked and felt the need to make up for it, so he accompanied her downstairs.

Downstairs, because Zaizai was obsessed with playing with Ade in the courtyard outside the villa and refused to leave.

Jiayi had no choice but to wait until now, sitting on the sofa waiting for Zaizai.

Zhenyang was sitting on the other end of the sofa, flipping through the American stock market now and then.

Both stood up simultaneously when they saw Huo Tianpei coming downstairs with Su Yan.

Huo Tianpei asked the butler to send Su Yan back to the hotel, "Butler, please have the driver take Su Yan to the hotel. She’s too emotional to drive right now."

With her luggage in hand, Su Yan’s eyes reddened again as she was about to leave, "Old man, I’ll be leaving now."

She then glanced at Zhenyang and Jiayi, "Huo, Xiaoyi, I’m going."

Zhenyang, seeing the look in Su Yan’s eyes, could guess what had happened upstairs—probably another plea for sympathy, another tearful appeal. Far from feeling any pity, his expression turned even colder, "The old man has high blood pressure and a weak heart. Why are you still here upsetting him with your weeping?"

Su Yan took in a sharp breath. Huo Tianpei, seeing that Su Yan was about to be blamed again, sighed and intervened, "Su Yan, just go."

Only then did Su Yan bow her head and carry her luggage out of the villa.

Watching Su Yan’s retreating figure, Tianpei’s expression grew more solemn. Then, he turned to his son, "Zhenyang, I know you haven’t gotten over your anger at Su Yan, but as you can see, she’s suffered enough lately for her mistakes. Once you’re back in America, no matter where you banish her to, bring her back after a while. Even convicted criminals have a sentence limit."

Jiayi’s expression flickered, not expecting the old man to defend Su Yan like this.

Huo Tianpei then turned to Jiayi, "Jiayi, you’re a generous kid, not one to hold grudges. Su Yan is your friend, so try to persuade Zhenyang as well."

With a flicker in her lashes, Jiayi spoke calmly, "Old man, not pursuing Su Yan further is already very magnanimous of me. She’s smart and didn’t directly harm us. Legally, there’s not much I can do to her, and I do owe her. Consider this repayment of my last debt to her. From now on, we’re even, and I can sleep peacefully. However, if you expect me to plead with someone on behalf of Su Yan, that’s not something I can do. Then you might as well consider me petty and spiteful— I don’t mind!"

Huo Tianpei was taken aback and was speechless for a moment.

Glancing at Jiayi beside him, a trace of an inexplicable smile emerged on Zhenyang’s face.

He hadn’t expected her to talk back to the old man after four years apart.

The aloofness of the little woman when she was full of righteous indignation was very appealing to him.

This is how his woman should look.

He liked it when she melted in his arms like a pool of spring water, all soft and delicate, and he also enjoyed her appearance when she was brandishing her claws and bullying others.

With his hands in his pockets, he spoke as well, "Not every prisoner has a fixed sentence, there are life imprisonments in this world."

"You—" Huo Tianpei’s blood pressure was already somewhat unstable these days, and it rose a bit more due to the rare harmony between the two of them.

Huo Zhenyang extended his arm and looped it around Jiayi’s waist, a mysterious smile bleeding from his lips, "Daddy, everyone who knows about your kindness to Su Yan understands she has served you for four years, but those who don’t? They might think you fancy a woman three or four decades younger than you, saying you’re an old bull wanting to eat tender grass and that’s why you defend her so."

"You—" Huo Tianpei really felt a surge of anger this time, "What rubbish are you spouting!"

Even Jiayi nearly burst out laughing; with just one sentence, the old master could no longer comfortably defend Su Yan even if he wanted to.

The butler, Ade, seeing that the old master’s face was looking a bit unwell, hurriedly intervened to smooth things over and helped the old master away.

As soon as Huo Tianpei left, Jiayi took his hand off her waist, picked up her bag, and said, "It’s getting late, I’m going to call Zaizai, we’re heading back."

Before she had taken many steps, she heard him teasingly call out from behind, "Do you really not want Su Yan to come back just because you resent her for nearly harming you and Zaizai?"

Jiayi paused in her steps, catching the implication in his words, "Otherwise?"

But she saw the man already take a long stride, closing the distance leisurely, bent slightly at the waist, his head hovering near her ear, "Or are you afraid that if she continues to stay by my side, with time, feelings will naturally develop between us?"

"Have you ever seen your own self-satisfied face in the mirror when you’re smug?" Jiayi turned her head to dodge his flirtation, "It’s none of my business if you develop feelings with ten other female secretaries over time!"

His cheek continued to lean in, chasing after her slightly annoyed countenance, his voice deep, "I could also develop feelings with you over time."

At first glance, his words didn’t seem significant, but after a deeper thought, Jiayi suddenly felt her cheeks warm up.

What kind of "day" is this man talking about in his words!?

Does he ever behave appropriately at all?

She turned her cheek away and glared at him fiercely, "Could you die if you weren’t so lewd?" she said, then vigorously thumped his elbow with her bag and walked out.

—

Two days later, Jiayi had completed her resignation procedures at Yundu and officially started work with the film crew.

The first day was mostly about following the veteran costume designer to familiarize herself with the job duties and workflow, which wasn’t too hard.

The division of labor in the crew was extremely detailed, and the workflow for costume designers wasn’t complicated. After half a day, Jiayi had almost gotten the hang of it. Still, her work hours were aligned with those of the actors, as filming doesn’t differentiate between day and night, and there were sometimes night scenes, so, of course, it wasn’t the usual nine-to-five job as at Yundu.

During the lunch break, after Jiayi had finished eating and was preparing to head back to the costume room to continue getting acquainted with her work, she heard a voice from ahead: "Jiayi."

It was the deep voice unique to middle-aged men, tinged with a hint of surprise.

She looked over to see a silver-haired, elegantly charming, tall middle-aged gentleman standing right in front of her.