Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1077 - 1055: Just Say If You Want to Get Married
The first car behind screeched to a halt!
The car door opened, and several subordinates stepped out amidst a commotion.
"Miss Liang seems to have fainted?" The trusted aide driving the Bugatti exclaimed, glancing at someone in the back seat who had been grim-faced the entire way.
Si Yuheng’s troubled heart tightened swiftly, a vein standing out on his forehead: "Get her in here now!"
Two subordinates quickly got out of the car and carried Liang Anya into the Bugatti: "Hall Master, she’s fine, just seems to have drunk too much."
He glanced at the woman placed on the soft, high-end car mat, her eyelashes tightly shut, lips moving slightly, breathing evenly, even snoring softly, and turning lazily.
His face turned from worried red to purplish-blue, and to think he actually believed she fainted from excessive grief!
Drank too much!
"Wake up!" He picked her up, growling softly into her ear.
Even the Lion’s Roar couldn’t wake up a woman who had walked all night after drinking a few bottles of cocktails, already exhausted to the bone.
The drunken sweetheart, on the other hand, felt much more comfortable than before, slipping into his arms and wrapping her slender arms tightly around his narrow waist.
He paused for a moment.
Outside the car, the subordinates saw and hurriedly said, "Hall Master, shall we move Miss Liang to another car."
However, he extinguished the anger on his handsome face, held her in his arms, adjusted her into a comfortable position within his embrace, and slammed the car door shut, seemingly unwilling for others to see her so soft and weak at that moment.
Then, an order roared softly from the car window: "Drive."
The subordinates returned to their respective cars.
The cars continued forward along the private road.
With Liang Anya on board, the speed picked up a bit.
The night wind whooshed in through the car window, blowing a strand of her hair onto his elbow, tickling him.
He stared steadily, leaning down, cupping her tightly shut face: "You have great ambitions, trying to make me drive away other women and have me all to yourself."
The person on his lap naturally did not respond.
"But why is it that I don’t dislike your ambition." He furrowed his eyebrows.
Earlier, during the game of Truth or Dare in the hotel’s private room, she asked him a question that he didn’t immediately realize was the question she wanted to ask him.
Until outside the hotel, when she shook off his hand in a huff and questioned if he could abandon those at Beiming Hall, he realized it was her first time expressing her feelings.
To be honest, he was very shocked at the time.
Because no other woman had ever said such a thing to him.
But after the shock, his reflex arc returned, and this feeling was surprisingly pleasant.
She wanted to be with him.
The person on his lap still didn’t respond, only turning over slightly.
"If you want to get married, just say it, do you need to beat around such a big bush?" His tone still held that arrogantly wild spirit as he held her finger, casually bending them one by one. Her fingers were fair like green onions, very beautiful, until he held her ring finger and then placed it under his slender lips, kissing it gently: "Since you came to China, I haven’t touched any of those women. Even when Kasey came that time, I didn’t do anything. Rest assured, those women won’t come to the castle anymore. As you wish, you are the only mistress here."
*
That night.
In the castle’s bedroom, Si Yuheng leaned on the sofa.
The door creaked open, and the trusted aide came in: "The butler and Beth have taken Miss Liang back to her room and arranged for her to sleep."
He uttered a sound, yet his brows furrowed inexplicably, a pain shooting from his leg to his heart made him tense up, breaking out in a sweat.
The trusted aide noticed his expression, stepped closer, and inhaled sharply, seeing that a faint bloodstain had already seeped through his trouser leg.
The old wound, not yet healed, had opened up!
Today, he had attended Miss Liang’s class reunion, which was quite a large activity.
After leaving the hotel, Miss Liang, angered, had walked for a long time, and the Hall Master had followed her for half the day.
Later, the Hall Master even carried Miss Liang all the way back, how could the wound not open?
Without a word, the trusted aide called the private doctor.
The doctor hurried upstairs, re-cleaned, and dressed Si Yuheng’s wound.
After a busy half night, it was finally done.
The doctor, knowing he went out again tonight, helplessly admonished: "Before the wound heals, the Hall Master shouldn’t get out of bed often, or else the wound will never heal, and it would be disastrous if it festers."
Si Yuheng waved impatiently: "You’re annoyingly long-winded, all of you get out, I want to sleep."
Not a minute after the two had left, the bedroom door was knocked on and someone walked in.
"Didn’t I tell you to get out and not disturb my rest?"
Si Yuheng raised his head irritably, but his gaze froze, the fierceness in his eyes gradually subsiding.
It was Ryan.
Ryan stood at the door, his expression serious: "I heard the Hall Master’s leg wound was bleeding again, so I came to check."
"Have you seen it now? If you have, go back." Si Yuheng said coldly.
Ryan’s expression shifted slightly, normally he maintained politeness and respect towards him.
Even knowing that Vivi made such a mistake, for his sake, he could let it slide.
But today, he wasn’t giving any face, clearly in a very bad mood.
And what else could cause such mood swings in this man who once stood above all and had only himself in his heart?
It was that Asian woman.
Ryan said calmly, "There is another matter I want to discuss with the Hall Master."
Si Yuheng had already foreseen that Ryan’s late-night visit wouldn’t be simple, so his gaze grew cooler as he sat up, staring at Ryan, seemingly having guessed his intentions: "Speak."
Ryan got straight to the point, not beating around the bush: "Please allow Miss Liang to return to the country."
Si Yuheng laughed, but the laughter was colder than ice: "Over the years, you’ve managed many matters in the hall, but my personal affairs are not for you to manage."
"This is not a personal affair, it already concerns Beiming Hall. That woman has repeatedly caused the Hall Master to get injured, both in China and now back in the country, today even more absurd...Going out to attend a class reunion, even that could make the Hall Master’s old wound flare up again. Moreover, Miss Liang doesn’t want to stay, she yearns to return to China, and I believe the Hall Master is more aware of this than I am. Hence, it would be better to fulfill her wish."
Ryan’s every word echoed in the spacious bedroom.
"Is it to fulfill her wish or your daughter’s?" Si Yuheng exposed Ryan’s selfish motives with one sentence.
Ryan’s face turned slightly green, strengthening his resolve that Liang Anya could not be allowed to stay.
Before this, the Hall Master had never spoken to him in this manner, always treating him like an uncle.
"Regardless, I’ve discussed with other Principals, arranging for Liang Anya to return to her country is imperative." Ryan bit his teeth, his tone firming.
