Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 505 - 503: Zaizai, Uncle Will Take You to Meet Someone
Huo Tianpei was still concerned about Zhenyang and didn’t talk much with Su Yan, getting in the car with Butler Ou.
Watching the Cadillac roar away from the airport, Su Yan bit her lower lip, stopping her tears.
She didn’t know if taking the initiative to inform the old man in advance would be of any use. In any case, feeling guilty beforehand was always better than being questioned afterward.
At least, if Master Huo really held a grudge against her later, the old man might speak on her behalf.
She didn’t want to leave the Huo Family, even less did she want to leave this man.
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China, Yunling City.
Ever since she didn’t need to go to Disheng, Jiayi had been coming home early every day, which even her mother found strange, occasionally asking, "Eh, how come you’re not working overtime lately? That’s not like you."
Each time, Jiayi could only hide her guilt, laughing and saying, "What kind of mom are you? It’s strange when I don’t work overtime? Shouldn’t you be happy instead?"
It was then that Xia Tingxuan stopped asking, assuming her daughter’s busiest time had passed.
Compared to her mother, Zaizai was even harder to deal with.
Every day he would ask over and over when his godfather would come back from America, when he could go to Disheng again, when he could roam the amusement park at night with his godfather, have dinner at the revolving restaurant, or even be picked up from kindergarten by him.
In the end, even Jiayi occasionally couldn’t help wondering, when exactly would he return?
Jiayi told Zaizai that he had said one month, so Zaizai made a calendar with boxes, crossing out a box for each day that passed.
Thirty days’ worth of boxes were filled with crosses, yet that man still hadn’t returned.
On the phone, he had said at most one month, but it had already been two more months since that month he mentioned.
Sometimes Jiayi herself found it laughable that she took his casual words to heart.
Whether he returned or not might not even be certain.
After all, he had a new business in America, and his family was all there.
To him, China was just a place he passed through, much like she was.
Zaizai, at first eagerly questioning his mommy, gradually asked less often as he noticed she remained silent each time.
Sigh, the godfather—oh no, the bad uncle, it is.
The godfather who dumped him and mommy and just left deserved to be called a bad uncle! Hmph~
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Yundu.
In the afternoon, after a busy time, the women’s fashion design department was approaching the end of the workday.
Colleagues left the office one after another.
Jiayi, having just finished revising a design draft, stood up and clocked out for the day.
Just as she reached the elevator, she looked up to see Fang Yao also leaving late, waiting for the elevator.
"Hi," Jiayi greeted with a slight smile.
Since the incident with Tong Xiaomian, her work relationship with Fang Yao had returned to normal.
Even people with different sexual orientations could be friends.
The elevator doors opened, and the two stepped in.
Fang Yao gave her a meaningful glance: "You seem to have lost some weight these days."
Jiayi was taken aback by the question and then smiled, "That’s great, no need to diet intentionally."
Fang Yao saw her changing the subject, hugged her arms, tilted her head and couldn’t bother to beat around the bush anymore, "Derek has been back in America for over two months now. Has he contacted you?"
It had been a long while since she heard that man’s name.
Her heart felt like it was brushed by a breeze, stirring ripples as she calmed herself down, "He doesn’t necessarily have to contact me."
"Speaking of which, the official election is next month. You know how much he cares about this mayoral campaign. He hasn’t returned yet and who knows what might be happening in America. Aren’t you worried at all? If he doesn’t contact you, you can reach out to him and show some concern."
Jiayi’s heart skipped a beat. Something happened in America...?
He did return to America with an injury. Could it be because of some complication with the gunshot wound?
Ah, this is just needless worry.
His arm was injured, and it was just a graze. After being bandaged, it seemed to be no big deal, and once back in America, with better medical facilities, a mere gunshot wound, how could anything go wrong?
This is just needless anxiety. Jiayi cheered up and joked, "You seem more nervous than I am. Why don’t you give him a call and check on him? He is, after all, your highest superior back in China."
"Do you think that guy is the type who would just give his personal phone number to anyone? Even if I wanted to know how he was doing, I’d need his phone number," Fang Yao said carelessly, and then deliberately nudged her, "He must have left you a number before going back to America, right? If he doesn’t call you, just call him. Women aren’t born to be chased by men all the time; take some initiative."
Jiayi couldn’t help but laugh and cry, "Director Fang, isn’t it enough to boss people around during work hours? Do you also need to continue after hours? Sorry, I don’t have time. I have to go pick up Zaizai."
Right at that moment, the elevator arrived at the ground floor with a ding.
Jiayi said goodbye and walked out of the elevator like a breeze.
The time after work was the peak of the traffic jam.
Jiayi was in her Mini Cooper, stuck on the main road for quite some time without moving an inch. There was no telling how long it would take, so she had no choice but to phone Zaizai.
"Zaizai, it’s Mommy."
"Didn’t Mommy say she would come to pick me up today? All my classmates have left," Zaizai complained with his lips pursed, holding his child’s mobile phone.
"There’s a huge traffic jam, Mommy is stuck on the road. Wait a little longer for me, and don’t run around," Jiayi soothed him.
Just as Zaizai was about to say something, Jiayi’s phone pinged with a low battery warning, "Zaizai, Mommy’s phone is dying. Let’s not talk for now. Just don’t run around and wait at the kindergarten for Mommy, alright?"
"Okay," Zaizai could only agree and hung up the phone.
The classroom was quiet. Zaizai felt a bit bored being alone. He put on his little backpack, said goodbye to the teacher, and went out to the playground.
He climbed up the slide and sat on top, watching other kids being picked up by their dads and moms at the kindergarten gate, his face slightly forlorn.
Godfather took a plane and never came back.
Does that mean he really doesn’t want Mommy and him anymore?
But he could clearly see that godfather sometimes looked very stern with Mommy and his tone was always as cold as ice when he spoke to her. However, the way his eyes looked at Mommy was like the ocean, filled with tolerance.
So—why hasn’t godfather come back yet?
What happened to the promise of one month?
Do adults always break their promises?
Zaizai kicked a small pebble at his feet. Following the stone’s roll, he gazed ahead and just then saw a pair of leather shoes come into view.
A man in a black suit stood outside the kindergarten’s open fence and waved, "Chu Zhuoting, right?"
"Who are you and how do you know my name is Chu Zhuoting?" Zaizai swung his chubby little legs on the slide.
"Not only do I know your name is Chu Zhuoting, but I also know your nickname is Zaizai. Come here, Zaizai, uncle will take you to meet someone."
