Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 353 - 351 Shout for me, woman!

In the car, there was a long silence before the driver finally heard the Crown Prince’s indifferent voice say, "Let’s go."

Two words, devoid of joy or sorrow, yet they concealed a suppressed sadness.

In the night, Jiayi stood at the roadside, watching the departure of the Ya Family’s limousine until it vanished from sight, then turned to head back to the hotel.

Before she could take a step, a woman’s voice sounded from behind her: "Jiayi."

In the darkness, the female voice seemed particularly desolate and carried a trace of exhausted weakness.

Even without looking back, Jiayi knew who it was.

Ya Chen had just left the bridal chamber, and to no surprise, she followed right after.

Indeed, when a husband leaves his bride on their wedding night, which wife wouldn’t secretly follow to see what her husband was doing?

Jiayi’s eyelids twitched as she slowly turned around to see Chu Xinyue standing alone across the street.

The street outside the hotel wasn’t very wide, and from Jiayi’s distance, she could clearly see the frost covering Chu Xinyue’s face.

The last time she’d seen Chu Xinyue had been this morning on the Chu Family’s terrace.

The Chu Xinyue in the bridal car had been full of joy and happiness, her usual indifference vanished, hardly distinguishable from any lively young girl, radiating warmth and softness, almost enough to melt the whole world.

But less than fourteen hours had passed, and she had transformed into another person, like a walking corpse, dazed and confused.

Suddenly, Jiayi realized that Chu Xinyue must have seen everything she had said to Ya Chen in the car and even the embrace just before they parted.

Seeing Jiayi stop, Chu Xinyue ignored the traffic lights and, as if soulless, crossed the road amidst the sound of honking horns.

"Have you lost your damn mind?"

"If you wanna die, get out of the way!"

Chu Xinyue weaved through the flow of cars, met with curses from passing drivers, yet she seemed not to care at all, walking straight toward Jiayi.

The bride’s gaze lacked any sign of joy or affection; it held sorrow, determination, and hatred instead.

Jiayi’s eyebrows furrowed. What did she want with her now?

Was it not enough to harm her once, or to crash into her that one time?

At that moment, Chu Xinyue had crossed the street and approached Jiayi. Flushed from a brisk walk and excitement, her chest rose and fell slightly.

She leaned forward slightly, and Jiayi thought she was about to get violent. But in a split second, she saw the woman before her kneel down.

Chu Xinyue was kneeling on the ground—

The always proud, even more aloof than Chu Xinyu, the second young mistress of the Chu Family, was actually kneeling before her.

Jiayi was stunned.

With her face lifted, Chu Xinyue’s pupils were firm and persistent, "I’m sorry, Jiayi, I know it’s all my fault. When I accidentally crashed into your car that time, I was determined to take responsibility at the police station without a word of defense... Perhaps taking on the responsibility would make me feel better, and Ya Chen might respect me... But I never expected him to bail me out and clear the matter on my behalf. Yet now, if you still can’t forgive me, I beg you to call the police right now, have them arrest me so I can go to prison. Just please don’t see Ya Chen again, don’t let him have any thoughts about you, okay?"

If Chu Xinyue’s kneeling shocked Jiayi, these words left her even more speechless.

To be madly in love to the point of frenzy, Jiayi had never believed in such things, but in that moment, she did.

If before, she had wanted to send Chu Xinyue to jail, now she couldn’t bring herself to feel hatred, because the Chu Xinyue before her had already imprisoned herself for Ya Chen, doomed to never be released.

Jiayi shook off Chu Xinyue’s hand, looked at her coldly, and said, "Chu Xinyue, you are truly pitiful and pathetic." She then turned and walked straight toward the hotel.

As Jiayi turned away, Chu Xinyue collapsed onto the ground due to inertia, her tears that had been held back by dignity finally fell freely.

After a while, she shakily got up, with her back to the hotel, and left.

Upon returning to the Ya Family’s house, the bridal chamber was still as cold as a well, dimly lit and utterly silent.

Chu Xinyue pushed open the ajar door, and a slender shadow sat on the sofa, hands resting on the armrests, having returned before her.

"Having trailed me for half a day, have you seen enough, my new bride?" A cold voice drifted from the dark, suffused with mockery.

As soon as he came back and couldn’t see her figure, Ya Chen asked and naturally understood she had followed him out.

"Ya..." Chu Xinyue took a few steps into the bedroom, wanting to speak, but her weak voice stopped abruptly on her lips and she slipped to the ground.

A night of heartache and rushing about left her unable to hold on any longer.

This was her bridal room, which, although cold, was after all her future home. Once back here, she couldn’t keep up the pretense anymore.

The sudden sound of her hitting the floor made Ya Chen’s eyebrows twitch, and his slender fingers tightened abruptly.

"Stop pretending!"

...

"Make a sound, woman!"

...

No response to his shouts.

The handsome furrows of his brow instantly bulged with a vein as his heart beat chaotically, perhaps as never before: "Someone come!"

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The five days spent in the hotel were Jiayi’s most comfortable days since leaving her mother over the past few years.

Having her mommy by her side meant no more groveling to Xuan Yu and her mother and sisters, nor the constant worry about her mother’s well-being.

It was as if they had returned to the small town of their childhood.

Xia Tingxuan’s health was much improved after a few days of rest and professional care, now practically indistinguishable from a healthy person.

During these days, Chu Yanhan had again covertly suggested several times that the mother and daughter move back to the Chu Family, but Xia Tingxuan still firmly refused.

Jiayi knew her mother was already preparing to return to China.

She also knew that her father watched them very closely, never lax, and if they were to leave openly, it would likely be very difficult.

Fortunately, she still had the business card from that private detective.

Jiayi contacted the private detective and asked for his help with their covert departure.

For a private detective, this was too simple a task. He arranged everything without a leak, indicating he would drive them to the airport that evening.

The day before leaving S Country.

At dusk, with the weather fine, Jiayi took her mother for a walk outside the hotel.

Only when the sun was about to set did they start heading back, walking toward the hotel entrance.

Strolling in the afterglow of the setting sun, the mother and daughter’s rare moment together was harmonious and beautiful, and caught the eyes of a man at the hotel entrance.

They both stopped in their tracks.

A young man in a sharp black suit stood at the revolving glass door, with several familiar subordinates behind him,—members of ISM.

The man was Nie Yixiao.

He took a few steps closer, his tone slightly wistful: "Aunt Xia, long time no see."

Xia Tingxuan knew Nie Yixiao likely had a lot to say to her daughter. She patted her daughter’s hand and went inside first.

Jiayi looked at Nie Yixiao, feeling somewhat uneasy, fiddling with the corner of her clothing.

Having learned he was an ISM undercover operative, her hatred should have vanished—after all, it was a professional necessity.

But looking at him now, he still felt so unfamiliar.