Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 529 - 527: Which is the Treasure, Which is the Grass
Although she still couldn’t remember many things, Jiayi knew that the girl in front of her had been one of her few friends when she was once adrift in China.
At that time, alone and without support, Su Yan’s arrival and presence must have given her irreplaceable warmth and support when she needed help and encouragement.
And for the scars she bore on her body and her inferiority complex that still made her afraid to fall in love, she herself was not entirely blameless.
Without her, Su Yan might still be an ordinary college student in the country, smoothly graduating with her grades and abilities, finding a decent job, dating, marrying, and having children.
Though she wouldn’t have been the chief secretary of the Huo Group in America, she could have had the simple happiness that everyone else has.
Instead, like now, wanting to love but unable to love, she is draped in scars, suppressing her heart, with only work to pour her emotions into.
Jiayi clenched her fist. She wasn’t a saint, and she didn’t want to forgive someone who had nearly killed her and Zaizai without principle.
Yet, this person had been left with scars because of her, scars likely to torment her body and soul for the rest of her life.
Everyone is an emotional being.
In the balance of things, Jiayi’s resentment towards Su Yan ultimately weakened and she hesitated.
"I’m leaving, Xiaoyi. I’ll go to Disheng first to verbally resign to the Boss, then return to America to formally submit my resignation and leave Huo Family."
After pausing at the doorway without receiving a response, Su Yan didn’t persist.
She reached for the door handle, opened it with a creak, and left.
At the doorway, the Huo Family’s attendants saw Su Yan emerge. Seeing her dejected expression, they approached, "Miss Su..."
Raising her hand with a very tired voice, Su Yan said, "Take good care of Miss Chu. I’m going to Desheng Villa Area first." With that, she almost staggered away from the hospital.
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Desheng Villa Area.
The night was deep, and the lights of the large houses inside and outside the villa, the courtyards, and the gardens were lit, casting an elegant glow over the luxurious and solemn villa.
"Miss Su has arrived—"
As the carved gate opened, Huie and several maids greeted Su Yan at the entrance.
"Miss Su, you must be exhausted from the flight," Huie said, ever so caring, "I’ll make a cup of hot tea for Miss Su to rest a moment."
"No need, where is the young master?" Su Yan asked in a low voice, sounding very weak.
Huie hurriedly dismissed the other maids with a look and lowered her voice, "He’s already back, in the upstairs study. The young master also knows you arrived today, but when he heard your name, his face seemed...off. Miss Su, you haven’t had an issue with the young master, have you?"
"It’s nothing." Su Yan suppressed the surge within her heart, thankful that the deep night and the faint light in the courtyard could hide her haggard face.
Huie didn’t press further, but she had another concern and subtly tugged at her sleeve, swallowing, "Miss Su, that... Chu Jiayi and her child, are they really the young master’s...?"
Su Yan nodded without a word.
Mrs. Hui gasped, just a few months ago she was still on high alert, wary of that single mom hooking the young master, and who would have thought, in the blink of an eye, not to mention hooking the young master, the woman even had a child for him, and the kid is already three or four years old!
It was just a few days ago when Jiayi was admitted into Renxin Hospital that Mrs. Hui heard about it, and several days have passed but she still hadn’t gotten over the shock.
Now, seeing Su Yan with a somewhat listless and fatigued expression, Mrs. Hui could roughly guess her mood. She hurriedly held her hand, pursed her lips, and comforted her:
"Miss Su, I’ve heard from people around the young master that woman was with the young master for a while four years ago, but that was all four years ago. Four years, everything has changed, it’s all in the past, it doesn’t count anymore. Also, isn’t she now seemingly reluctant to come back and live with the young master? Don’t worry about it. The young master took her back, I think it’s mostly for the sake of her son. You’re different. During these four years, you’ve been by the young master’s side, you’ve established such a deep relationship with the Huo Family, expanding territories and developing the business in America for the young master, neither the young master nor the old master are blind, they can definitely see, who is the gem and who is the grass."
Such words of comfort, however, felt increasingly desolate to Su Yan as she listened.
Especially the last sentence about who is the gem and who is the grass made her emotions plummet even further.
No matter how others judged her, in that man’s eyes, it was clear that it wouldn’t be her who was considered the gem.
But now wasn’t the time to wallow in springtime sadness, Su Yan steadied her emotions: "I’m going to see the young master." Saying this, she walked straight towards the villa.
Upon reaching the second floor, she arrived at the study’s door with a feeling akin to facing death, took a few deep breaths, and knocked on the door: "Boss, it’s me."
She didn’t know if there would come another day when she could call him Zhenyang.
Ever since Xiaoyi returned to his side, she felt as if separated from this man by a veil. No, perhaps, she had never truly been close to this man at all.
With that thought, a wry smile couldn’t help but appear on her lips.
A response soon came from within the study: "Come in."
The voice, cold as the mist rising from a secluded pool, made Su Yan, even separated by a door, feel the chilling air.
The man inside the room, it seemed, had been waiting for her.
She pushed open the door and entered, her breath held slightly, her eyes immediately finding the man sitting behind the handcrafted English desk.
Casual white shirt, iron-grey trousers pressed to a crisp line, this man, no matter what he wore, always carried an air of refined authority. As his reserved, sharp gaze lifted, they couldn’t hide the cold sheen: "By my calculations, you should have gotten off the plane two hours ago, why are you only coming now?"
Su Yan took a deep breath and didn’t try to hide anything: "After I left the airport, I heard that Xiaoyi was still in the hospital. Concerned there might be something wrong, I went to visit her first."
The man suddenly smiled, a smile colder than the moon outside the window, chilling to the core, as if he’d heard the funniest joke in the world:
"Oh? You’re worried about her getting into trouble? A few months ago, weren’t you deathly afraid I would recognize her, even though she was your school friend, you never mentioned a word about it, right? You knew her and her son were kidnapped by Yan Bin and still didn’t tell me, did you? I really can’t see how scared you are for her safety."
This man was indeed waiting for her.
Now that everything had settled, he was ready to settle the score with her.
She lifted her delicate and clean face, holding back the bitterness in her throat: "Boss, I don’t want to explain any further. I came here today to tender my resignation. I’ve already mentioned this to Xiaoyi. After speaking with you, I will return to America to formally hand over my responsibilities and then leave Huo Group. Thank you for the opportunities that Huo Group has given me over the years, and also..." She paused, her voice dropped a little, suppressed with an indelible and helpless bitterness:
"Thank you for funding my skin graft surgery."
Huo Zhenyang had not expected her not to plead for herself, nor did he feel any compassion for her proactive admission of guilt, stating flatly:
"I accept your resignation."
