Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 172 - 170: Because I Care, I Mind

Finally, Liang Tao spoke up, "Xiaoyi, if you truly don’t want to go back to G City, your godfather will never go against your wishes. I will return and call Mr. Huo, let him speak to young master Huo personally, to let you stay in G City. Huo Zhenyang doesn’t listen to others, but will he really not listen even to Mr. Huo’s words?"

Jiayi gave a helpless, forced smile. She really wanted to tell Liang Tao that just a few minutes before the Liang family arrived, Huo Zhenyang had still made a point of grabbing her, to video call with G City’s Mr. Huo together.

"Godfather, let it be. If a phone call would help, Mr. Huo wouldn’t have sent me to H City to avoid him at the beginning." Jiayi’s delicate lips moved slightly.

Up to this point, Liang Tao had come to roughly understand Xiaoyi’s situation in G City, and he fell silent upon hearing her.

Xiaoyi was right; if Huo Tianpei could control his son, he wouldn’t have secretly sent Xiaoyi out of G City.

Inside the car, nobody spoke for a while.

The car window was open, letting in the cool breeze.

In the backseat, Liang Anya let out a sigh, "Actually, you’re not really sure yourself if you want to go back with young master Huo, right?"

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a lake, causing ripples to form on the surface of Jiayi’s heart.

Liang Anya’s voice was soft, "Your attitude towards him is avoidance. Otherwise, you could have simply refused him. But have you considered why you’re avoiding him? It’s because you care about him."

To care...

Those two words were so light, yet so heavy.

Perhaps, it’s because you care that you mind?

If that man didn’t mean much to her, why would she care about Mu Qingran’s matter?

But even if she cared, what then?

Mu Qingran’s matter would always be a scar. If it wasn’t completely resolved, even if she went back, could she really get along well with him?

And there was Mr. Huo...

At the beginning, it was Mr. Huo who sent her to H City, and she had decisively chosen the second option; now to go back with this man... Where would her dignity be? How would Mr. Huo view her?

Jiayi’s heart settled, and she looked out the window, her gaze undisturbed, "Anya, you’re overthinking it. To me, he’s nearly the same as a sponsor. Besides, Su Yan’s surgery is still in his hands, how could I just reject him outright? Su Yan was injured because of me, I absolutely cannot give up on her, allowing her to face the risk of disfigurement for the rest of her life. I must secure the funds for her surgery, both pre and post-operative."

"So, three days from now, are you still planning to go back with him?" Liang Anya asked, concerned.

Jiayi didn’t know, truly didn’t know. She crossed her arms, making a bridge, feeling terribly confused.

——***——

Two days went by in a hurry.

Tomorrow was the day Huo Zhenyang would arrive in H City.

These two days, for Jiayi, had been more struggling than any others.

Su Yan had already gone to America, and she had made an international call back to report her safety to Jiayi.

Jiayi learned that Su Yan was already in the hospital, but the surgery hadn’t started yet, and there was no movement at all.

—— That man really did what he said: if she didn’t return to G City, he wouldn’t arrange the surgery for Su Yan.

Yesterday, Liang Tao also said that the Liang family could bear the cost of Su Yan’s surgery, which meant she didn’t absolutely have to go back to G City.

The Liang family had a certain fortune, so the substantial cost of the surgery and post-operative care could indeed be managed if they were willing to foot the bill.

But how could she let the Liang family, who had nothing to do with this matter, bear Su Yan’s expenses?

Moreover, this sum was not a small expense, and the Liang family was tight on funds due to the amusement park project they were planning.

So, Jiayi ultimately still refused.

Time trickled by, second by second.

Jiayi didn’t know how to face the man who was about to arrive, just as she didn’t know how to deal with her own emotions.

Go back with him? Or not go back with him?

This man, once again, had driven her into a corner.

Yet aside from him, she couldn’t find another to turn to for help!

As evening approached,

Liang Anya knocked on the door of Jiayi’s bedroom and entered.

Jiayi was daydreaming when she saw Liang Anya dressed up beautifully as if ready to go out, and asked, "What are you doing? Going out?"

Liang Anya looked at her sister’s face, which had slimmed down in just two days, and pulled her up, "Yes, going out. You’ll come with me and brother. Look at you, your face has almost become a bitter melon these past two days. Daddy has a friend who opened a bar in the Southern District, let’s go hang out there."

Jiayi looked outside her bedroom, and Liang Jue was waiting at the stairway.

Knowing her siblings wanted her to take a break and clear her mind, she didn’t say much. She changed into another outfit and left with Liang Anya.

Southern District, bar.

The lights were just starting to come on, with neon enveloping the night of H City in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Since coming to H City, Jiayi had led a pure student life, seldom visiting bars, and almost never touching alcohol.

But tonight, because her brother Jue was there, she felt at ease. Anya ordered a round of drinks, and Jiayi unconsciously poured herself a glass. While listening to the jazz music in the bar, she slowly began to sip.

The song that started playing was a famous jazz piece from France, translated into Chinese, it’s called "I Do Not Understand My Heart."

The inherent laziness of jazz, its slow tempo, coupled with the romantic saxophone, seemed like moonlight at midnight, gently sprinkling over the human heart.

In the midst of the prelude, Jiayi was already slightly intoxicated. The alcohol relaxed her spirit, allowing her to momentarily forget all her worries.

She couldn’t help but stand up, swaying as she walked over to the piano and picked up the microphone, humming along with the melody.

She didn’t speak French, and had only heard this song a few times; she was far from skilled at singing it. Moreover, she was tone-deaf to begin with, and at this moment, her singing was purely an emotional release.

It was just like before, on Suwang Island, when she went to KTV to sing her heart out with Xue Jingchuan.

The girl, drunk and singing on stage, attracted the attention of many customers, with looks of disapproval, dissatisfaction, and curiosity.

"It sounds so bad, why doesn’t she get off the stage."

"Exactly. If I sang like that, I’d vow to never sing again for the rest of my life."

Some of the patrons murmured and complained.

It seemed like Jiayi heard the sarcasm from the crowd below. Facing the microphone towards those patrons, her cheeks flushed red from the alcohol, she frowned and slurred seriously,

"This place is meant for singing, why can’t I sing? Does the world only allow those who sing well to sing, and those who don’t must all shut up and go mute?! Let me tell you, singing is a human instinct! Whether you sing well or poorly, everyone has the right to sing! I have the right to sing, and you have the right not to listen!"

She finished speaking and dropped the microphone, which let out a grating squeak mid-air, prompting everyone present to cover their ears.

The girl on stage was clearly drunk and acting wildly.

The patrons who had been complaining were stunned into silence, unable to respond.

Liang Anya had a look of amusement and exasperation; Xiaoyi had become talkative with alcohol.