Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1222 - 1200: Haven’t Crossed the Final Line
On the sofa.
Ya Chen sat with an imposing figure, his entire being enveloped in the sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling window behind him, as if draped in a layer of light gold sand, exuding an air of nobility.
Two years ago, before she met him at a banquet, Lan Yurou thought he was both blind and paralyzed, as the rumors suggested.
Unexpectedly, this man, the most esteemed in the country, was not as deplorable as she had imagined.
After several surgeries, he could now stand and walk normally, participate in various sports, and move freely.
Except for his unlit eyes, his body was like that of any normal man.
Though his blind eyes were a flaw, they did not overshadow his attributes; after all, he was still the most respected man in the nation.
Upon meeting him for the first time, Lan Yurou felt like she had stumbled upon a treasure and vowed never to let this man go.
At this moment, she stepped forward in high heels, bent down, and sat on the armrest of the sofa, wrapping around his arm.
Ya Chen withdrew his arm, seemingly displeased: "You know I don’t like being disturbed during work hours."
If he didn’t like being disturbed during work hours, yet allowed her to come in, wasn’t this pampering her to the extreme?
Lan Yurou shook his slender arm: "You haven’t visited me for a long time, I’ve missed you."
"I’ve been busy with work lately. What’s up? Speak," he said flatly.
Lan Yurou knew he disliked beating around the bush, so she extended her delicate arm to circle his graceful neck, her soft body intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the man: "Chen, I heard Miss Chu’s third daughter opened an F.WANG franchise in Nanga and needs a spokesperson. You’re helping her find someone suitable, aren’t you?"
Ya Chen’s eyes flickered, guessing the purpose of Lan Yurou’s visit.
Sure enough, she said softly, "I want to be the spokesperson for Miss Chu’s third daughter’s shop. Chen, please introduce me."
Ya Chen frowned: "You already have enough engagements on your hands."
These past two years, although Ya Chen had advocated for her ascent as per her wishes, he strictly regulated the number of cases she accepted each month.
He would also evaluate these cases and reject any that posed significant risks.
Lan Yurou complied with his wishes, refraining from taking on engagements unless he permitted her. But this time, she didn’t want to give up; she tightened her grip around his neck, coquettishly saying: "Chen, I know you’re concerned about me being too fatigued, but it’s just being a spokesperson, it’s not too tiring. Please, I’ve always liked the F.WANG brand; let me endorse Miss Chu’s third daughter’s shop."
Having been in the entertainment industry for years, she knew what kind of women men were drawn to, using a sweet, syrupy voice.
She involuntarily leaned closer to Ya Chen, the light jasmine scent on her body wafting under his nose.
A man’s vision may be impaired, leaving his other senses particularly sensitive. So, Lan Yurou often worked hard in this area. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
She knew Ya Chen disliked intense fragrances, so every time she met him, she wore the purest and most innocent perfume.
Ya Chen’s breath was cool: "So many brands seek you out, yet you insist on endorsing a newly opened shop. Is it just because you like the F.WANG brand?"
Lan Yurou hesitated, her face slightly embarrassed.
Ya Chen was right; wanting to endorse Miss Chu’s third daughter’s shop was not just because she liked F.WANG.
In the past two years, everyone assumed she and Ya Chen were practically inseparable.
Ya Chen indeed treated her very well, introducing her to many resources to support her rise, becoming her benefactor, buying her property, and hiring high-priced bodyguards and maids to take care of her.
Normally, Ya Chen occasionally visited her personally.
In short, he was attentive in every way.
Yet, they had never progressed further...
If people knew, they wouldn’t believe it!
But it was true!
Lan Yurou kept wondering if it was her lack of charm; otherwise, Ya Chen couldn’t possibly favor her and pamper her this much.
Ya Chen’s physical condition was perfectly fine.
She even secretly checked his health reports; with regular workouts, he was fitter than most men.
The reason for not touching her had to be because of his wife.
Perhaps, it was out of guilt towards the Crown Princess that he maintained a certain distance all along, never crossing the final line?
In any case, over the past two years, slowly and surely, Lan Yurou became increasingly unwilling to accept this state.
She wanted to go further.
The way to bring herself closer to Ya Chen was to make Chu Xinyue withdraw voluntarily.
Divorce among the Royal Family had precedents, but typically, it required consent from both parties before the Royal Family would allow it at their discretion.
She knew Ya Chen and Chu Xinyue’s marriage was political.
Ya Chen surely didn’t like Chu Xinyue, so she had to make Chu Xinyue give up herself.
She wanted to increase her presence, to let Chu Xinyue know how well Ya Chen treated her.
Perhaps Chu Xinyue would withdraw.
This time, the endorsement for Miss Chu’s third daughter’s shop was perfect for Lan Yurou.
If she became the spokesperson for Miss Chu’s third daughter’s shop with Ya Chen’s introduction, Chu Xinyue would realize that her husband didn’t regard her at all.
Thinking of this, Lan Yurou’s eyes shifted slightly; her body slid from the armrest into Ya Chen’s lap, her voice carrying a weepy whimper:
"Chen, please. You see how obedient I am; if you don’t let me take on any cases, no matter how great, I won’t. But just this time, I really like this endorsement, please give it to me..."
The woman’s hand, like a soft boneless vine, rubbed against his chest, desperately testing his patience, her tone utmost tender and pitiful.
Seeing he still wouldn’t relent, Lan Yurou gritted her teeth, gathering courage as her hand continued slipping down his suit’s shirt.
Until she neared the untouchable, noble zone between the man’s trousers, then he coldly gripped her hand.
"While endorsing, don’t cause trouble. Keep it proper."
Ya Chen, expressionless, looked straight ahead, released her wrist, and gently pushed her away.
Lan Yurou was overjoyed—he agreed!
She knew he couldn’t bear to see her wronged.
As long as she pitifully begged a little, he would agree to pluck the moon from the sky for her!
But if he was so accommodating, then why... why was he still reluctant to take that final step with her...
Thinking this, Lan Yurou leaned in, pressing against the man, wrapping her arms around his neck: "Thank you, Chen."
"Happy now?"
Lan Yurou nodded repeatedly: "Mm, happy."
He expressionlessly pulled down her hands from his neck: "If you’re happy, then go back. I still have work."
Lan Yurou was once again rebutted by him, biting her lip, and said aggrievedly: "Chen. You haven’t visited the villa in ages, could you come tonight? If not tonight, then tomorrow or the day after, I can wait... I’ll have Mrs. Yin cook your favorite soup, okay."
