Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 104 - 102: Is Food More Important Than Him?
The sky was growing dark.
Jiayi, carrying a heavy load of vegetables, was heading to the Tang Family’s house. Despite being drenched in sweat from the exhaustion, she felt a deep sense of fulfillment.
At this moment, not far from the vegetable market,
a black luxury car that seemed out of place amid the greasy clamor of the market was quietly parked.
The car window was down, and a dark figure sat in the back, his eyes concentrating a serious gleam as he watched the girl carrying the vegetable basket from afar.
The girl was dressed in a loose home shirt, stained with a few spots of oil, with beads of sweat on her forehead, and her hands were carrying dirty and greasy vegetable baskets, humming a tune as she walked along.
She looked completely different from her usual clean and pristine image.
Her living environment seemed downright terrible.
He had cherished her like a canary, sheltering her so dearly, yet she preferred to live in such a place, happily buying vegetables for others and enjoying this kind of life.
A few days ago, she left Chongren Island before him, and he immediately canceled her credit cards.
Later, she had an incident involving a trip to the police station.
He thought she would eventually give in and come back dejected, but to his surprise, it seemed she was quite happy, not finding such a life disagreeable at all, with no intention of returning.
Instead, it was him who couldn’t maintain his composure and sought her out first.
Anger gathered on the man’s handsome face, the color of his eyes deepening by the moment, and with a creak, he clenched his fist.
"Boss, should we call out to Miss Jiayi..." George at the driver’s seat, holding the steering wheel, glanced back at the man whose expression was changing like the weather.
"Follow her."
Three words, slow and icy.
The car slowly started, maintaining a distance of about seven or eight meters, tailing Jiayi secretly.
When Jiayi passed the slope, it was an uphill road, and with nearly ten pounds of vegetables in her hands, it was much more strenuous than before.
She took a deep breath, mustered her strength, and walked slowly up the slope. Just as she was about to reach the top, a boy around eight or nine years old rode his bicycle out of the dormitory on the slope.
As the boy rushed down, Jiayi didn’t notice and couldn’t move out of the way in time. They brushed past each other, and she loosened her grip; the potatoes and tomatoes she had been carrying tumbled down the slope.
"Oh no—" Jiayi exclaimed!
What bad luck.
She walked down to the bottom of the hill, bent over, and started picking up the potatoes and tomatoes from the ground.
Suddenly, a pair of glossy black leather shoes appeared before her eyes.
They were handcrafted bespoke shoes, shiny and clean, evidently very expensive.
Nobody in the neighborhood, consisting of honest and modest residents like Tang’s father and mother, with their humble family backgrounds, would wear such shoes.
Realizing something, her body trembled involuntarily, and she looked up.
There stood the familiar man, his face frosty, his eyes exuding a chilling aura that was truly frightening. His pupils narrowed as he said mockingly word by word, "Don’t you want to go back?"
Half a minute earlier, watching her sweat profusely as she picked up the vegetables, he found it both amusing and infuriating, prompting him to fling open the car door and exit.
Jiayi had known he would eventually come looking for her, but she hadn’t expected it so soon.
Go back?
At this moment, she did not regard the luxurious apartment as her home.
Perhaps it never was.
She swiftly picked up the last potato, stuffed it into her bag, and turned to leave.
A gust of wind hit her back, and the man had already grasped her arm in a firm hold, his voice cold and harsh with every word, "Do you want me to carry you back in front of everyone?"
Because her arm was gripped, Jiayi’s hand loosened, and the groceries she had just managed to gather scattered again, rolling down the slope.
"My vegetables—" she struggled against his restraint reflexively, glaring at him fiercely.
Do you have any idea how much these vegetables cost?
Do you know how tiring it is to pick them up?
Heh, how could this high and mighty man possibly understand!?
The man’s complexion grew even uglier!
Did she only care about the vegetables now, were those few potatoes and tomatoes more important than him?
Jiayi shook off his hand, too lazy to bother with him, and rushed down to pick up the scattered vegetables once more.
Having already fallen once, many were already spoiled, and with this fall, who knows how much more was wasted.
Fuck. Huo Zhenyang held back the urge to curse and approached.
However, it seemed that the girl had made up her mind not to talk to him.
Even if he really carried her back, she would probably clench her teeth and ignore him.
The color in the man’s eyes, under the setting sun, seemed both bright and dim, filled with complexity.
Bent over, Jiayi was busily picking up vegetables when she felt a shadow loom over her.
She looked up, startled.
Huo Zhenyang had actually bent down and was... helping her pick up the vegetables from the ground.
Was she seeing things?
"What the hell, can these even be eaten," Huo Zhenyang frowned, his handsome brows knit as he threw two completely squashed tomatoes into the nearby trash can, then tossed a few intact potatoes into her shopping bag.
Damn it, he, the CEO of a conglomerate, had actually come to a residential neighborhood to stoop down and pick up vegetables off the ground.
If anyone saw this, they would rather gouge out their eyes than believe it!
"Don’t throw—" Jiayi hurried to stop him, but was too late.
He shrugged, "Just buy new ones. George!"
George had been waiting down the slope and quickly came out from the car.
"Match what’s in her bag and go buy a new set. Quick."
"Yes." George glanced at the vegetables in Jiayi’s bag and headed for the market.
A dozen minutes later, George returned, carrying bags bigger and more abundant than what Jiayi had originally bought.
Since he was the one who scattered them, he might as well consider it compensation! Jiayi unceremoniously took the groceries from George’s hands, stuffed them into her own bag, and turned to leave.
Huo Zhenyang had thought replacing the groceries would be enough, but she was still intent on returning to that dilapidated and shabby dormitory. His expression turned sour in an instant, "Enough, I have limited patience. I can’t believe you can stand living in such a place."
"Sorry, but for a big Boss like you, this place may be ordinary, but I find it much more comfortable than those so-called seaside rooms or mansions!" She added a chill to her tone upon seeing his disdain for the place.
"Oh really? Then, spending fifteen days in a police station, being detained and facing compensation claims, that feels comfortable too?" He sneered coldly.
Jiayi was taken aback.
So, the reason she and Tang En’en were released and the other party dropped the compensation claim was indeed thanks to this man’s behind-the-scenes help.
Forcefully wiping her cheek, she lifted her head, her gaze slightly frosty, and mustered her breath, "Thank you, but I believe that one day I will be able to live well without your help."
He was tired of the back and forth, scoffing, "Have your wings grown strong?" He was about to hoist Jiayi into the car when he heard a surprised voice float over,
"Jiayi... eh, President, what are you doing here?"
Tang En’en had just finished work and was preparing to enter her own residential complex when she happened to see this scene at the gate.
