Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1225 - 1203: Spokesperson Banquet (Part 1)
That night, Ya Chen barely made it home.
Chu Xinyue heard he would be back that night, and spent the entire afternoon preparing a table full of dishes.
However, before he even sat at the dining table, Lan Yurou’s assistant called, saying Miss Lan had eaten too much seafood at a wrap party and was hospitalized with vomiting and diarrhea, unconscious and receiving IV treatment, unsure of her condition.
He immediately changed his clothes and called his escort to head out.
Watching him rush to the hospital out of concern for another woman’s illness, Chu Xinyue felt a sadness and despair she had never experienced before.
Once, she believed her lifelong feelings for him would surely support her and touch him.
Until this moment, she realized she couldn’t bear her husband leaving her in a hurry for another woman.
Crying, she hugged his waist from behind as he was leaving, begging him to stay, but he merely withdrew her hands, saying he would return later.
Thus, they erupted into a fight.
Lan Yurou’s urgent calls came one after another: she had fainted again, vomited a lot, likely harmed her stomach lining due to frequent vomiting, and even vomited blood.
Ya Chen listened to the calls, his face growing more anxious each time, and ultimately, found it too tedious to argue with her, instructing Xiaotao to watch her closely while he strode out.
After he left, Chu Xinyue fell ill.
Indeed.
This episode was all because of Lan Yurou.
But how could she tell Jiayi and her father about this?
Years ago, she had insisted on marrying him, so whether the outcome was sweet or bitter, she had to swallow it herself.
"Since you’re so protective and accommodating of her, why not simply divorce me and marry her?" she pressed, enduring the heartache like a knife cutting her heart, gripping the seat cushion with her fingers nearly digging in.
"There’s nothing between us, and I’ve never thought of marrying her." He said, as usual.
Chu Xinyue’s lips curled into a bitter smile; was it because he feared losing public favor?
Perhaps.
They weren’t just any couple, but the nation’s first couple.
Divorcing his wife for an actress would be a Royal Family scandal and greatly damage his reputation.
Ya Qianhuai wouldn’t agree either.
She mocked, "If you think proposing a divorce as the Crown Prince will attract gossip, no worries, I can propose it myself."
Ya Chen’s face tensed; after all these years, it was the first time she brought up the word divorce, his lips curled sharply: "Divorce? You were the one who forced your way into the Ya Family through a proxy marriage back then, and now you’re proposing divorce. Do you really think the Ya Family is a revolving door you can come and go from as you please?"
Yes, back then, she did marry into the Ya Family against his wishes for her youthful dream.
But after so many years, she’s exhausted too.
Lan Yurou being introduced to Jiayi was the last spark that ignited an untouchable flame in her heart.
Since he has a woman he loves, she should fulfill him then.
She bit her lip: "If we divorce, you can give Lan Yurou a title, isn’t that good? She has always stayed in the shadows, doesn’t it hurt you?"
Ya Chen looked in her direction, suddenly reaching out, accurately grasping her pointed chin by sound, and turned her small face toward him.
Though he couldn’t see her face, he clearly knew the stubbornness and persistence on this woman’s face at the moment.
"Don’t even think about it. Back then, you acted on your own, disregarding others’ wishes, yet you want to repeat it now? Without my permission, in this lifetime, you can only obediently be the Crown Princess in public; even in death, you’d have to die in this position!"
His grip tightened, his voice shed its usual gentle elegance, now filled with irritation.
She bit her teeth in hatred, her emotions fluctuating as her frail body struggled vehemently:
"Doesn’t my existence affect you and your true love? In that case, why don’t we divorce!"
In the confined car, Ya Chen could almost hear her fierce heartbeat, seemingly about to trigger another heart attack.
He sneered, "Want another trip to the hospital? If you fall ill again, your dad and sister will know everything; do you want them worried or laughing at you?"
His words, like ice-cold water, doused Chu Xinyue’s agitation, calming her down.
Yes.
Ya Chen was right.
She didn’t even have the right to be excited or quarrel.
If another heart attack occurred, Jiayi and her father would find out.
Whether they pitied or worried about her, it’s not what she wanted.
She truly didn’t want to lose her last shred of dignity in front of her family.
She straightened up, took a few deep breaths, gently massaged her left chest, and finally calmed down.
The car continued to move, stopping on the private lawn way outside the Ya Family castle.
Chu Xinyue got out of the car, watching as the assistant from the car behind got out and handed Ya Chen a phone:
"Crown Prince, Miss Chu is on the line, asking if you and the Crown Princess have time for a spokesperson’s news banquet a few days later, and if you could be invited to attend."
Ya Chen took the phone and exchanged a few words with Jiayi on the other end.
Chu Xinyue felt a stir in her heart - a spokesperson’s news banquet?
Meaning Lan Yurou would be present that night.
Jiayi wasn’t aware of the relationship between Lan Yurou, her, and Ya Chen. Inviting Ya Chen and her, his wife’s sister and brother-in-law to the event, seemed normal.
Not knowing how awkward such a scene would be.
She looked at Ya Chen, only hearing his voice saying, "We’ll see that day.... might be busy then."
Her slim lips twitched inexplicably; what busy? An excuse not to go to avoid the mistress and wife meeting, perhaps.
After all, having the three in one frame would be awkward.
However, the affair with Lan Yurou was already an open secret, why be evasive.
Would avoiding it make the rumors disappear?
Why deceive oneself.
Perhaps he’s afraid she would embarrass his mistress?
She never met Lan Yurou, perhaps this was an opportunity.
She wanted to see with her own eyes the woman Ya Chen kept outside for two years.
This way, she could completely give up.
Thinking this, Chu Xinyue made up her mind and walked toward Ya Chen: "I want to go. Tell Jiayi we’ll accept."
This voice stalled Ya Chen’s words, even the assistant beside him froze.
Even Jiayi on the other end faintly heard: "Is that Xinyue?"
Ya Chen ignored Chu Xinyue and continued into the phone: "Nothing, anyway, about that evening, if we have time, we’ll go...."
Before he finished speaking, Chu Xinyue snatched the phone from his hand, pressing it to her ear: "Jiayi, we’ll be there on time that evening, that’s it."
With that, she hung up with a crash.
Ya Chen’s thin lips twitched.
But Chu Xinyue had already turned and walked toward the door.
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A few days later.
The F.Wang Branch spokesperson’s banquet was held at a six-star hotel in the city.
That night, the hotel’s banquet hall was filled with elegance, bustling with people.
