Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 439 - 437: Act Rather than Argue

Jiayi’s anxiety from the entire night surged up, reddening her eyes as warm tears threatened to spill over, "The child Zaizai fought with is the son of Deputy Mayor Xu, Deputy Mayor Xu is now so angry he’s demanding the school expel Zaizai. Zaizai barely managed to get into Qixing, and it’s only been a few months..."

Since having Zaizai, she hadn’t cried for a long time, always telling herself to be strong. Now that she was a mother, how could she cry over every little thing? If so, who would shield Zaizai from the storm?

When she couldn’t find Zaizai just now, although panic reddened her eyes, she could hold back her tears. But now, for some reason, in front of this man, she couldn’t control the floodgates of her tears any longer.

It was as though she had a thousand grievances to pour out.

From silent sobs to slightly audible mews of a kitten, she unabashedly vented her emotions.

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes darkened slightly, but he didn’t stop her from venting. Only after her mood seemed to have improved a bit did he lift his eyelids, "Done crying?"

Having let out her emotions, the little bit of pitiful courage Jiayi had just now deflated like a popped balloon.

What was she doing? Crying in front of this man? Was she out of her mind?

Was she acting coquettish with him? Suggesting that she wanted his help? 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Sorry. I... I’m fine." She wished she could burrow into a hole and hide. She quickly walked over to Zaizai, about to wake him up, when the tall figure on the sofa stood up and strode over.

Huo Zhenyang approached her and casually pulled out a tissue from the coffee table, his gaze indifferent, "You’re fine? Then what’s with the ’cat pee’ on your face?"

She looked just like a little kitten.

He frowned slightly, using the tissue to wipe away her not-yet-dried tears and damp eyes. Under the dim light, his gaze roamed freely across her face.

Her eyelids were slightly swollen and lifted from crying, her small nose was red and rosy, and her cheeks were flushed as if she’d been force-fed alcohol.

"A beauty with tears like pear blossoms," they say. It was just like this.

It had to be said, a little woman crying could also be beautiful. Even with a kitten’s tear-streaked, dirty face, it stirred something inexplicable in the heart.

"Even Zaizai isn’t crying, but here you are, his mother, crying like this. Aren’t you embarrassed?"

His voice was cool, but the motion of wiping her tears didn’t stop.

He had always known she was actually a delicate little woman who needed someone to protect her.

And now, he was proven right.

The firmness and strength she displayed in front of her child were nothing but a forced facade.

The act of wiping away her tears felt too intimate, freezing her breath in the quiet and dimly lit living room.

What was even more embarrassing was that Zaizai was sleeping right beside them...

Coming to her senses, she snatched the tissue from his hand and stepped back, "I... I can do it myself."

After wiping her tears, she muttered, "Anyway, Mr. Huo, I’ve troubled you today." Saying this, she walked over, squatted down, and carefully picked up Zaizai, "Zaizai, wake up, baby. You can sleep more in the car."

Zaizai, roused from his sleep, rubbed his eyes and upon seeing it was his mummy who had come, mumbled sleepily, "Mummy. You’re here."

"Mhm, mummy shouldn’t have scolded you today. Are you still mad at mummy?" Jiayi kissed her son.

"I really didn’t mean to hit Xiaobo. It was Xiaobo who started calling names," Zaizai, after spending a carefree night at the Disheng Villa, had calmed down quite a bit and was willing to explain.

"What did he call you?"

"Xiaobo called me fatherless, said that only Grandma and Mommy go to parent-teacher meetings, that I was a wild child picked up from the streets, so I beat him up."

Jiayi’s nose felt a bit sore, "It’s Mommy’s fault for not listening to your explanation, I’m sorry, Zaizai. However, hitting people is also not right, we must persuade others with virtue. You can tell the teacher and try not to hit anyone anymore..."

"Who says it’s not okay?" Huo Zhenyang interjected coldly, breaking the tender moment between mother and son.

Jiayi and Zaizai looked over.

His handsome eyebrows were furrowed, a hint of mocking smile on his lips: "Those who deserve a verbal scolding, of course, must be hit; otherwise, they won’t learn their lesson, and it will happen again. Tell the teacher? Is that effective? Didn’t you say it yourself, that Xiaobo is the son of the deputy mayor? Who do you think the teacher will side with?"

Then he looked at Zaizai, his gaze slightly stern, his tone imperiously authoritarian: "If you can fight, don’t just argue; do you hear me, Zaizai?"

Jiayi bit her lip. Is this how you teach a child?

"Mr. Huo, it’s a good thing you don’t have children; otherwise, your child would be lawless—" she couldn’t help but retort.

"My child, of course, would have the right to be lawless," he shrugged.

Who does this man think he is? An emperor?

Jiayi pursed her lips and wrapped her arms around Zaizai, intending to pick him up.

Zaizai glanced at Huo Zhenyang out of the corner of his eye but rolled into the sofa, murmuring, "Mommy, I don’t want to go back. I want to sleep here; the bed is so big and soft—"

This little materialist meatball. Jiayi blushed with embarrassment: "How could that be allowed... Come on, get up, and go back with Mommy." As she said this, she patted Zaizai’s little bottom.

Zaizai was forcibly picked up by Jiayi, casting a glance at Huo Zhenyang standing nearby and blinking his eyes.

In fact, Godfather might not dislike Mommy as much as before; otherwise, when he had just taken the taxi over, Godfather wouldn’t have taken him in, instructed Uncle De to buy him lots of tasty food, and even specially had Uncle De go out to buy him pajamas.

This was the perfect opportunity for Mommy and Godfather to get closer, and he wouldn’t miss it for the world.

"Zaizai wants to sleep at Godfather’s house," Zaizai clung to Jiayi like a koala, pleading with the man for help.

Jiayi’s embarrassment grew as she stopped her son: "Didn’t we agree not to call him that randomly?"

Huo Zhenyang calmly said, "The servant has made the bed. He’s already taken a bath and changed clothes, so let him sleep here for the night. Tomorrow, I’ll have Ade take him back to Fuyah Residential Area."

"Yay~~ Zaizai can sleep here," Zaizai danced on his Mommy’s shoulder.

Letting Zaizai stay the night here?

Jiayi was startled, and when she looked up, she met his determined, powerful eyes.

How could she possibly allow Zaizai to sleep over at someone else’s house all by himself?

This man had probably calculated that she would stay too, right?

"Mommy, Mommy, I want to sleep at Godfather’s house. Please~~" Little Meatball’s voice was so sweet it could almost wring out water.

He, Chu Zhuoting, could be tough or gentle, a little white rabbit or a little wild wolf, dark-hearted or innocent; he didn’t believe he couldn’t persuade Mommy.

Sure enough, Jiayi softened a bit. Today was her fault for not asking for the whole story before scolding her son. Consider it compensation, caught between the two of them, she had no choice but to relent, "Okay, then Mommy will take you to the servant’s room first."

"I want to sleep with Godfather. In Godfather’s big bed!" Zaizai blinked his eyes, acting the part of the innocent and pitiful to perfection.

Jiayi gasped and quickly glanced at the man, then admonished her son, "Zaizai, you have to know when to stop! Staying here is already inappropriate, and Mommy agreed considering you were wronged today. If you go on like this, I won’t be polite anymore."