Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 585 - 583: You’re Not Even Worthy of Her Shadow

Chapter 585: Chapter 583: You’re Not Even Worthy of Her Shadow

From the moment Jiayi appeared, her hopes for tonight were shattered.

Huo Zhenyang had asked her to come, perhaps with a million purposes, but definitely not because he wanted to take her back to his side.

Yesterday, after receiving Huo Zhenyang’s call, Su Yan hung up the phone in the hospital and almost cried tears of joy. Then, she took leave from the hospital without stopping to carefully select a dress for the banquet.

She didn’t even sleep well all night, her mind was filled with what she should say, what she should do tonight to win back his favor.

...

Staring at the man’s imposing back for a long time, Su Yan finally made up her mind, walked over, and called out gently, "Young Master Huo."

The figure didn’t move.

She persisted, gathered her courage, and took a few steps closer, "I don’t understand why Young Master Huo still refuses to let go of her. Tonight, you also saw that Xiaoyi would rather be with Mr. Xue to sever ties with you..."

"Shut up." The man turned his face slightly, his handsome face was already swirling with dark clouds.

Since Su Yan had already started speaking, she couldn’t care less, tears slid down, her voice trembling slightly, "Why, I’ve been by your side for four years, how long has Xiaoyi been with you? Why can’t you look at me? Please tell me, in what aspects do I fall short of her? Xiaoyi only provokes you time and again, relying on your doting love, but has she ever been grateful to you? Zhenyang, is it because I have scars?... I promise, I’ll continue with the skin grafts, go through it several more times—"

Anger was already filling Huo Zhenyang’s face, and he slapped her cheek with the back of his hand!

A smack resounded loudly in the quiet terrace!

Reeling from the slap, Su Yan took several steps back, holding her swollen, painful face in disbelief.

It was her first formal confession, and she had anticipated rejection, disdain, but never had she thought that the response would be a cold, uncharitable slap.

She knew that the man before her would never say things like ’I don’t hit women’.

Those who angered him, he made no distinction between men and women.

She stared blankly at the man before her, who looked as fierce as a hawk, and heard him say, word by word,

"You are not inferior to her in any way, but you just can’t catch my eye. Unfortunately, you are not even a shadow of hers."

Each word pierced Su Yan’s heart with icy sharpness, and her sobbing suddenly stopped.

"I know, because you saved her once and disfigured yourself, she feels guilty and hasn’t held those things you did against you. But I remember these things for her. Don’t you understand yet? The reason you’re still in the Huo Family is all because of your four-year effort and having won the old man’s favor. People get nostalgic as they grow old, and you were clever and lucky; you became indispensable to the old man, he came to regard you as half a daughter. My relationship with the old man has been cold for over a decade—I don’t want to continue it, and I’m too lazy to go against his wishes. But if you say such things again, not even a god will be able to save you."

It felt as if someone had drained all the strength from Su Yan’s limbs, and part of her heart had died completely.

Finally, she understood that the man before her was no longer someone she could yearn for.

From now on, even a shred of hope was gone.

Although she could never have this man, she did not want to leave the Huo Family.

She quickly suppressed her tears, stepped back, and in a moment, regained her composure, "I’m sorry, I lost control tonight. I won’t say such things again."

*****

In the banquet hall.

On the sofa, the servant had already bought the hangover remedy.

Jiayi swallowed two pills with warm water, and just then, an assistant director from the production team came over, "Jingchuan, the movie press conference is about to start, get ready, you’ll have to answer questions from journalists later."

Xue Jingchuan’s gaze remained fixed on Jiayi on the sofa, "Feeling any better?"

Jiayi took a few sips of the hangover-curing honey water Xue Jingchuan had asked a servant to bring over, nodding, "I took a hangover remedy, it should be fine now, go ahead with your business."

The assistant director urged him a few more times.

Xue Jingchuan, although not entirely reassured, could only stand up and instructed a nearby servant, "Take good care of Miss Chu."

"Yes, Mr. Xue." the servant respectfully replied.

After resting alone for a while, Jiayi still felt some nausea.

Although she had promptly taken a hangover remedy, that drink was just too strong.

Experience told her she wouldn’t feel better until she threw up; otherwise, the discomfort would linger in her stomach and intestines.

She propped herself up, enduring the urge to vomit, and stood up to ask a servant nearby, "Could you tell me where the restroom is?"

"Just turn left at the exit ahead and go straight forward, then you’ll see it. Miss Chu, would you like me to find a waitress to accompany you?" the servant, having been instructed by King Xue, dared not neglect her.

Jiayi feared she might throw up before a waitress could even come over.

It was one thing for her to embarrass herself, but it would also reflect poorly on Xue Jingchuan.

After all, she was Xue Jingchuan’s date for the evening.

"No need, I can manage." She waved her hand, trying her best to walk in a straight line without swaying too much, and headed toward the restroom.

Upon reaching the restroom, she pushed open a stall and entered, no longer able to suppress the turmoil in her stomach, leaning over the toilet and vomiting violently.

The taste of vomit was naturally unbearable.

In her entire life, not even during her pregnancy with Zaizai had she ever vomited so violently.

As she was throwing up, she cursed the damned man in her heart, and finally, after it was over, she pressed the flush button and stood up.

The moment she stood, her head spun dizzily, and luckily she braced herself against the wall to prevent slipping.

While the vomiting had relieved her stomach somewhat, it seemed she might have also thrown up the undigested sobering medicine, making her head feel even heavier.

Her vision blurred, and her legs felt like they didn’t belong to her.

The sky was spinning, and the ground was whirling...

Jiayi, her mind becoming scattered, struggled to hold on to the last shreds of consciousness and walked out, splashing her face fiercely with cold water.

But the cold water failed to rescue her willpower, engulfed by alcohol; just as she stepped out of the restroom, her foot, clad in high heels, twisted—

In the moment of slipping, a pair of strong arms timely wrapped around her waist.

Propelled by the momentum, she crashed into a firm and broad chest, her forehead "bang" against the man’s chest, raising a lump on her delicate skin instantly.

Already feeling uncomfortable, the collision brought tears to her eyes, which she could not hold back, and she cried out, "Woo... it hurts... it hurts so much..."

When Huo Zhenyang learned she had gone to the restroom, he arrived full of anger, but as he saw her crying, the fury inside him dissolved by more than half, and he firmly grasped her hand that was randomly patting her head, "Let me have a look."

Jiayi faintly heard it was his voice, and even though she was clearly aware, she was too weak to exert any strength, collapsing in the man’s arms like a puddle of mud, curling her delicate fists to pound on him, slurring drunkenly, "Let me go... hiss... it hurts! You’re not a doctor, what’s there to look at... hiss... it hurts."