Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 590 - 588: What Happened to the Trust Between Father and Son?

Chapter 590: Chapter 588: What Happened to the Trust Between Father and Son?

Zaizai only knew that many people were talking to daddy in a criticizing manner, and they seemed very impolite.

His soft, milky voice was particularly grating amidst the clamor, unexpectedly making the reporters’ voices abruptly stop. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Zaizai!" By now, Jiayi was already half dead with rage from Huo Zhenyang, covering Zaizai’s mouth—was he actually speaking up for this man? That’s enough; does this kid even acknowledge her existence as his mommy anymore?

Huo Zhenyang was already smiling faintly, "Come here."

Jiayi was stunned; clearly, the words weren’t for her, and sure enough, before she could recover, Zaizai had scurried over with a sound akin to a magnet attracting iron, his little chubby legs carrying him swiftly.

Huo Zhenyang gave Jiayi a casual glance, with an air of "you don’t need to come over, as long as the son does," holding a son-means-everything demeanor as he lifted Zaizai with one arm.

All the reporters’ eyes were on the father and son.

The father and son wore similar styles of suits, just in different sizes.

The tall and imposing, dignified and extraordinary handsome father held his soft and cuddly adorable son; they were a pleasing sight to behold, as if he was holding a precious pearl lost in the vast ocean.

It was clear that the child was very affectionate towards daddy.

Huo Zhenyang spoke up, "The child’s name is Huo Zhuoting; he is the son of Huo Zhenyang, the eldest grandson of the Huo Family."

His tone was calm, yet it was a blatant declaration to the world, announcing the child’s acknowledgment of his ancestry.

"Daddy is here, so say whatever you want to say. Don’t be afraid," Huo Zhenyang prompted with a turn of his neck.

Upon hearing this, Zaizai had no reservations, hugging Huo Zhenyang’s neck, facing the reporters, with his round plump arms akimbo:

"My daddy is not like what you say. Daddy doesn’t neglect me, nor is he irresponsible; it’s because he only just found me, and now he’s really nice to me! He bought me a whole set of MAX series robots, an entire set, mind you!"

Little Meatball’s face was filled with pride, originally intending to speak for daddy, but after saying just a few words, he couldn’t resist showing off his toys.

Jiayi covered her forehead, finding it both funny and frustrating, and suddenly realized why he had brought Zaizai over.

He’d willingly publicized his relationship with her, and now was using Zaizai to play the emotion card, to salvage his public image?

Just as she was about to step forward, she was discreetly stopped by George’s outstretched hand.

"Miss Jiayi, what do you plan to do if you go over there, take Zaizai away? Zaizai can finally see the light of day. He won’t have to hear from anyone at kindergarten that he doesn’t have a father anymore. Look at him, how happy he is right now. Isn’t that what you wished for?"

Jiayi had seen the smile on Zaizai’s face.

But—

The current situation was what Zaizai wished for, but not what she had hoped for.

Her life, once again, was being dictated by this man.

On Huo Zhenyang’s side, he had finished speaking, and following his cue, Su Yan and a few assistants stepped forward to block the reporters’ questions.

"Alright, that’s all for tonight as Mr. Huo’s time is limited. If you have any questions, feel free to ask us," they said.

"Since Mr. Huo has chosen to make tonight’s event public, he doesn’t mind it being reported, but we kindly ask our friends in the media to report accurately without any distortion. Mr. Huo, who is set to become the mayor, does not mind public scrutiny in the least."

...

The PR capabilities of the Huo Family’s assistants were indeed strong, promptly silencing the reporters with just a few sentences.

Huo Zhenyang held Zaizai, bypassed the reporters shielded by the bodyguards, and walked straight toward the grand doors of the banquet hall.

He didn’t call for Jiayi, he didn’t even glance at her, certain she would follow.

Sure enough, Jiayi realized what was happening and hurried after him, calling out, "Zaizai!" She caught up, attempting to take Zaizai back into her arms.

Huo Zhenyang subtly shifted his body and easily evaded her hands.

"What do you mean by this? Fighting me for my son?" Jiayi couldn’t believe it.

"The place is full of reporters, go on in now and say, say I’m snatching my own son, see if anyone cares," he said with a sly smile.

She was so furious that she was at a loss for words, "You—"

Scandals about his private life were his only weakness, and now he had deliberately exposed it, offering it up for public scrutiny, leaving nothing more to fear.

"You have two choices now, either you come back to Disheng with Zaizai and me or Zaizai comes with me, and you, you’re free as the birds, I couldn’t care less about you," Huo Zhenyang ruthlessly grinded down her patience.

Free as the birds? With Zaizai at his place, where could she possibly fly off to?

This man was obviously forcing her back to Disheng!

She clenched her fists, her knuckles turning almost white, and could only try to taunt him, hoping he would not focus his mind on her and her son: "What you’re doing today, by tomorrow the news will break, and you could be ruined. If I were you, my biggest headache right now would be planning how to deal with the society’s questioning tomorrow, handling the PR crisis, and making sure my mayoral seat is secure!"

How could he not see through this young woman’s ruse? His handsome face showed no worry, and he even quirked his lips, "Is that so? Then I have even more reason to keep Zaizai. Crafting the image of a responsible, good father could greatly help in restoring my reputation."

"You—" Jiayi was on the verge of spitting blood.

"Mr. Huo." Xue Jingchuan strode out, his voice drifting over, "Even if you do admit tonight that Zaizai is your illegitimate son, Jiayi is still Zaizai’s biological mother, and you don’t have enough rights to take Zaizai away."

Huo Zhenyang’s expression turned cold, and he looked over icily.

Zaizai finally saw who had come and suddenly opened his eyes wide in recognition: "Xue Jingchuan! It’s Xue Jingchuan! Daddy, put me down first!"

Huo Zhenyang frowned and glanced at the Little Meatball in his arms; at this critical moment, the little guy was failing him.

Was this switching sides?

With his idol right in front of him, Zaizai couldn’t care less about everything else, kicking his chubby legs even more fiercely.

Huo Zhenyang took a sharp breath and had no choice but to put Zaizai down.

Zaizai immediately rushed over, his chubby cheeks filled with awe, "You’re really Xue Jingchuan? I’m Chuanbei, hey!"

Xue Jingchuan smiled, squatted down, and picked up Zaizai: "Yes. I am Xue Jingchuan."

Zaizai, seeing he didn’t mind, started to touch him all over: "Wow, you’re even more handsome than on TV! Your nose is so high, and your lips are so pretty, and they’re real, not made up... I’ve never seen such a handsome guy; you’re truly my idol!"

Huo Zhenyang’s face darkened. This little traitor; hadn’t he said the handsomest man in the world was Daddy? How quickly he had changed his tune. What about the trust between father and son?

Jiayi took the rare opportunity and suggested to Zaizai: "Zaizai, do you want to take a photo with Uncle Idol? There’s a beautiful garden at the entrance of the hotel; how about the three of us go there to take pictures slowly? You can talk more with Uncle Idol too."

Upon hearing this, Zaizai’s eyes lit up. He glanced at his father, whose handsome face had turned dark, and counted on his fingers: "Daddy, can I go back with you in a few days?"

Daddy would stay put, not going anywhere.

The chance for close contact with an idol wasn’t frequent—such opportunities, once lost, might never return!