Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1199 - 1177

Qiao Yongyong still stared at her: "You haven’t answered."

Gan Ying frowned: "You’ve drunk too much."

Qiao Yongyong’s starry eyes were half bright, half dark, revealing no thoughts, and she spoke in a gentle tone: "Tell me the answer, Gan Ying."

Gan Ying took a deep breath: "Both he and I are in the past. Haven’t you already married him? Why are you asking me such questions now? Is it to humiliate me?"

Her eyes remained steadfast: "No, I just want to know the answer. Do you still love Brother Yixiao? Are you willing to care for him and be good to him for a lifetime?"

Gan Ying didn’t understand what was wrong with her. Was she drunk? It didn’t seem like it. But if she wasn’t drunk, why suddenly ask such questions of an old rival?

Seeing her remain silent, Qiao Yongyong pinched her chin, her tone growing more persistent: "Tell me, Gan Ying."

Perhaps moved by her stubbornness, or maybe because she still felt some unwillingness to let go, Gan Ying finally vented and poured out her true feelings:

"Yes, I still like him. He is the kind of man I’ve always dreamed of. There is no way for me to completely forget him in such a short time. If he could love me, give me a chance, I would surely give my all to love him and make him love me! But so what? I know he doesn’t belong to me, never has. His heart is occupied by someone else, and there’s no way he can spare a place for me! He might even have proposed to me just to forget you! He doesn’t say it, but his actions clearly show he is increasingly infatuated with another woman! In this, I admit, I have lost to you! Is that enough?"

Qiao Yongyong listened to her angry words, and a barely noticeable smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

Knowing that Gan Ying still loves him was enough.

Yet the smile solidified like sealed amber, then vanished, replaced by a hint of loneliness and restraint.

...

Around eleven at night, the farewell party ended.

A group of colleagues, still in high spirits, continued to play around.

Gan Ying, having drunk too much, couldn’t hold on, and called the family driver to head home early.

The driver waited at the door, and Qiao Yongyong escorted Gan Ying out.

Under the night sky.

The Gan Family driver opened the door, and Gan Ying was about to get into the car when Qiao Yongyong suddenly called out: "Gan Ying."

Gan Ying turned around to see Qiao Yongyong in the darkness, her face snow-white, devoid of any color, the flush from drinking all faded away cleanly. Her body was light, almost seeming weak against the night wind, yet a gentle smile hung on her delicate lips.

"If possible, please take good care of him, will you?"

Her tone was serene, without fluctuation.

Gan Ying’s expression changed. What did she mean, him? Was she referring to Nie Yixiao?

What did she mean, asking her to take care of her husband?

Just as she was about to ask more, Qiao Yongyong had already turned and walked into the KTV.

The driver urged from behind: "Miss, it’s late. Time to go home."

Gan Ying shook her head, wondering if she’d drunk too much, misunderstood, or what had happened?

But she didn’t think much more about it and got into the car.

*****

By the early hours, the farewell party finally ended.

The colleagues from the magazine might have been too thirsty normally, and today they were excessively ferocious, leaving Qiao Yongyong helplessly drunk.

She was the protagonist tonight and couldn’t avoid it, drinking one glass after another.

As Qiao Yongyong stumbled along with a group of colleagues out of the KTV, a steel brown Bentley Mulsanne Mulliner model with vintage charm was parked outside the glass door. Its solid, glossy body had double bulletproof material, reflecting a dazzling sheen matching the sky.

A security car followed behind.

Two bodyguards in black uniforms stood by the car, and upon seeing Qiao Yongyong, they immediately respectfully said: "Young Mistress." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Inside the car, a long silhouette looked towards the KTV entrance, opened the car door, and long legs touched the ground, walking over.

"Young Master Nie is here to pick you up." A female colleague held her breath, starry-eyed, and tapped Qiao Yongyong with her elbow.

The man had handsome brows and bright eyes, eyes like stars, a tall figure wrapped in a tailored handmade suit, exuding grace.

Though everyone had seen the appearance of this eldest son of the Ning Family in news, it was the first time seeing the man’s visage in person, and they couldn’t help but admire secretly.

At once, all eyes gathered on the man in front of them.

Qiao Yongyong looked at Nie Yixiao briefly, waved goodbye to her colleagues, still muddled: "Bye-bye."

Then she staggered towards the man, not going far before her feet faltered.

Nie Yixiao, quick-eyed, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace.

"You’ve drunk so much." He expressed extreme dissatisfaction, lowering his voice.

"It’s the last day, can’t not have fun."

Seeing her drunk and blurry appearance, he simply lifted her up in front of everyone, striding towards the Bentley Mulsanne, closing the door.

As the car drove on, the night wind blew in, making her more comfortable as she lay in his embrace, inhaling his sweet scent, murmuring as if in a dream: "Husband... are you upset..."

He lowered his head, glanced at her sideways: "Hmm?"

"I still haven’t gotten pregnant yet. What if I really can’t bear children..."

He replied in a deep voice: "Whether there are children doesn’t matter. I’ve never had an interest in kids."

"How could that be? Even if you don’t care, Dad still does; he’s so eager for grandchildren..."

She lay with her eyes closed, long lashes drooping, her tone very calm and gentle.

"Leave it to fate. When it’s meant to be, it’ll happen." He said calmly.

When it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.

Brother Yixiao, why don’t you honestly tell me I can’t have children anymore?

Qiao Yongyong said no more, yet a glistening silver line crept from the corner of her eye, biting her lower lip tightly to prevent tears from flowing out.

The car sped towards Ning Mansion.

The ancient and solemn carved gate opened, welcoming the return of the young master’s car.

The Bentley Mulsanne came to a steady halt in Ning Mansion’s spacious courtyard, Nie Yixiao unfastened Qiao Yongyong’s seatbelt, and carried her off the car.

The girl in his arms had drunk too much tonight, already deeply asleep.

The moment his leather shoes touched the ground, he felt her move, waking up, but before he could react, she had already embraced him...

The guards and driver behind immediately blushed, looking away, politely withdrawing.