Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 176 - 174: Next Time, I Won’t Cry!

Cries and wails, a cacophony of noise and inquiries shrouded the entire waiting hall.

Jiayi was utterly stunned, her mind a blank.

After snapping back to reality, she frantically grabbed her phone and dialed his number.

The line on the other end was switched off.

She called again, still switched off.

Feeling her legs start to weaken, she stumbled back a few steps before someone caught her. Lifting her head, she saw it was Lin Zixun.

Lin Zixun had also just heard about Flight 709’s forced emergency landing due to a fire. His face was deathly pale as he held onto Jiayi’s hand tightly, "Miss Jiayi, let’s sit over there for now, we can only wait for notifications at this point."

Jiayi stared at Lin Zixun, "Was he on that flight?"

Lin Zixun frowned and nodded, "I got in touch with the assistant who accompanied the Boss on his business trip in A City, and they said the Boss boarded that flight on time this morning."

All her last hopes extinguished, Jiayi so wished he’d missed the flight because he was running late or that he was still angry with her and didn’t want to come to H City at all!

She suppressed her panic, "Did you get through to him?"

Lin Zixun shook his head with a frown, "No, as soon as I heard, I called the Boss’s phone, but neither the business number nor the personal one went through."

Although he was tense, as the president’s special assistant, he knew he had to stay calm. Looking at Jiayi, who was still pale and hadn’t fully regained her composure, he first helped her sit down in a nearby seat.

Seated, Jiayi remained silent for a long time, her tiny fists clenched so tightly that her fingernails were almost digging into her flesh.

Lin Zixun could tell, though she wore no expression and said nothing, her inner world must be in utter turmoil.

Her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, she murmured, "He usually travels in his private jet, why, why would he take a commercial flight this time..."

If it had been like usual, in the private jet, he wouldn’t have encountered today’s fire mishap on the airplane.

Lin Zixun looked deeply at Jiayi before finally replying, "...The Boss traveled to A City to discuss a contract in his private jet, but there was a mechanical fault with the plane parts there, and the repairs needed several days, so... that’s why the Boss booked a commercial flight instead."

So it means, he chose to take a commercial flight because he was afraid of being late, or perhaps he wanted to see her sooner, which led to this accident!

He could have avoided it...

Jiayi’s fists clenched tighter, her body shaking even more violently.

Lin Zixun gritted his teeth, "Miss Jiayi, it’s not certain that there’s something wrong, we should wait for the notification first. Don’t worry too much, the Boss is blessed by the King of Hell and will be fine."

Those words offered her immense comfort.

She fell silent and took a deep breath.

Time passed by, second by second. Still no news about Flight 709.

The sun set, night fell, and all the lights in the waiting hall lit up.

The service desk at the airport was almost bursting with people, all inquiring about the flight status, everyone desperate.

Yet nearby, Jiayi sat alone and in silent isolation.

It wasn’t that she was calm, but that she feared getting bad news if she went to ask.

Perhaps no news is good news?

She preferred to sit by the exit, waiting for that man to appear.

Seeing her visibly exhausted, Lin Zixun stood up, "Miss Jiayi, you haven’t eaten since noon, I’ll go get you some drinks and bread."

Jiayi seemed not to hear, lifting her head after a long while, "Oh, thank you, Assistant Lin."

Lin Zixun observed that she seemed relatively strong and went to buy food and drinks.

Lin Zixun had just left the airport when the sound of footsteps echoed at the exit.

Jiayi’s heart stirred as if some telepathic connection sparked to life. She stood up abruptly and looked over.

A silhouette cast on the ground, the steps drawing nearer.

Someone was disembarking from their flight!

Her heart was about to burst from her chest as she ran over, eyes wide.

A man emerged from the gate, but he was a middle-aged uncle in his forties—not him!

Then, one after another, more passengers streamed through the gate.

Men and women, old and young, but not that man!

A wave of disappointment crashed from head to toe. She stepped back, right, this wasn’t flight 709, how could he be here!

Had he...really had an accident?

All along, she had wanted to flee from him, but why was she now so afraid of never seeing him again one day?!

As the crowd passed by, it took a long while before the sounds died down, and only then did she turn back and walk to her seat.

"Jiayi."

A familiar voice wafted from behind her ear, weary, yet filled with a deep and pleasing magnetism.

It was as if she had been seared by that voice, and she spun around sharply!

The man standing at the exit was dressed in a black woolen trench coat, tall and stately, with eyebrows like fiercely standing swords, and deep, inscrutable eyes. His handsome face was veiled with a faint tiredness—the fatigue of a fresh disembarkment.

It was him!

It was Huo Zhenyang!

She couldn’t believe her eyes and rubbed them twice before she was certain—it really was him! Truly!

Huo Zhenyang only felt a small figure hurling into his arms, with arms like vines that clung tightly around his waist, as if they had taken root on his slender frame!

He felt the thinned fabric of his shirt collar inside his coat getting dampened by tears, then heard the person in his embrace start to cry loudly, "Wuuu, wuu...weren’t you on flight 709!"

She wailed and cried, raising her small fists to pound upon his chest and abs and all kinds of muscles!

"Lin’s assistant called you, you didn’t answer, I called you, you didn’t answer either! Wuuu...you like to scare people so much, why don’t you go to the haunted house at an amusement park...wuuu..."

Huo Zhenyang had just gotten off the plane when he heard that the 709 flight he was originally supposed to take had an incident.

This morning, he was supposed to catch flight 709, but because of a problem with the contract of the business deal in A City, he had to resolve it personally.

Albeit he was at the airport, he ended up going back to the client’s company at the last minute, hence the switch to the evening flight schedule!

After sorting out the contract, he was in a rush to go to the airport, and his business phone was left at the client’s company.

Once on the plane, his private cell was turned off, which is why he didn’t answer the calls!

What he didn’t expect was that she had been waiting here for almost a day, and was genuinely terrified!

Even though her small fists were soft like buns and had barely any force, he couldn’t keep enduring the blows.

Huo Zhenyang caught her hands, feeling their iciness. With force, he enveloped her into his embrace, "I didn’t take flight 709; I changed to the evening flight. Don’t worry, the King of Hell wouldn’t dare to take me."

A large, warm hand wrapped tightly around her small one.

Her concerns finally receded like a tide. When he held her hand, she suddenly pulled it back reflexively, realizing she had been too emotional. She stopped crying and sniffled with her little nose turning red, "I, I didn’t care whether you were alright! I’ve never encountered something like this, so I was scared! I, I, I’ll be used to it next time I come across this kind of situation, and I won’t cry!"