Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 607 - 587: The Old People

Jiayi carried the wedding dress, continuing to chase forward for dozens of steps, but she still didn’t see the man.

The overly heavy wedding dress and high heels made it impossible for her to continue the chase.

Had he already gone far away?

Jiayi stopped in her tracks, feeling inexplicably gloomy yet helpless, and was about to return to the bridal shop when she turned around, only to see a slim figure standing at the entrance of the alley, blocking her way.

Tong Xiaomian, who had just been dismissed, was holding her handbag, her face revealing a ghastly and pale green tint as she stared straight over.

Jiayi hadn’t expected that after being fired, Xiaomian hadn’t gone far, but had instead been following her, furrowing her brows as she lifted her dress and walked past quickly.

As they brushed shoulders, Xiaomian suddenly grabbed Jiayi’s arm tightly.

Jiayi had never thought that Xiaomian, who looked so thin and small, would have so much strength at this moment: "What are you doing?"

"You really can’t let me go?" Xiaomian’s voice echoed in the quiet alley like a ghostly wail, causing goosebumps to rise on one’s skin.

With a warning tone, Jiayi responded, "I’m not holding on to you, but that doesn’t mean I can let you work at the bridal shop either. Let go, the bodyguard is on his way."

Having lost her future, wasted four years of college, and lost her job, with virtually nowhere to stand in Yunling, Xiaomian—who had her last thread of hope dashed—no longer had any qualms.

In a flash, she lost all sense of reason, pulling a hard metallic object out of her purse— it was a fruit knife attached to her keychain. With a click, she slid the sharp blade out and stabbed toward the person in front of her: "You’ve ruined me, and you’re not going to get away with it either! Still want to marry the future mayor? Fine, let’s see if any man still wants you—" she said, raising the blade toward Jiayi’s face.

Jiayi’s complexion changed, she shook off her hand, and stepped back repeatedly. The wedding dress and high heels restrained her, and she couldn’t match Xiaomian’s swift attack. Just then, someone behind her took several steps over, grabbed Xiaomian’s wrist, and pressed her against the wall!

With a "clang," the fruit knife and keychain fell to the ground!

"Let go of me! Let go of me— " Xiaomian came to her senses, struggling in desperation, a fear rising in her as she felt the man overpowering her hands with a strength that seemed almost crushing.

"Of course I’ll let go of you. But it will be to take you to the police station," the man’s voice came clearly in the quiet alley.

Jiayi’s pupils dilated; her heart felt as if it were being battered by waves. It was indeed him, the man from outside the bridal shop.

She couldn’t help but step forward and called out to the man whose back was facing her, "Yixiao..."

Nie Yixiao’s shoulder moved, and he turned half of his face; although he was wearing sunglasses, his features were the same as they had been years ago, only a bit thinner.

Sensing the man’s momentary relaxation, Xiaomian mustered all her strength to break away. She hadn’t even taken a step before Yixiao’s hand-chop struck her neck!

"Ah—" Xiaomian cried out in agony, collapsing to the ground like a slaughtered animal.

Just then, a black-clothed man hurried in, appearing to be a subordinate of Yixiao’s. Witnessing the scene in the alley, he called out softly, "Mr. Nie."

"Take this woman to the police station. I’ll come by in a bit to speak for myself," Nie Yixiao glanced at Xiaomian, who was out cold on the ground like a dead pig.

"Yes, Mr. Nie." The man hoisted Xiaomian up like a sack of rice but couldn’t help but look at Jiayi in her wedding dress, hesitating before saying, "Mr. Nie..."

"You go ahead with that. I’ll come in a moment."

The subordinate carried Xiaomian away and left.

The air in the alley grew still.

After a long while, Nie Yixiao finally spoke, fixing his gaze on Jiayi whom he hadn’t seen in four years: "It’s been a long time."

Despite the years that had passed without a glimpse of her, her appearance hadn’t changed much; she still looked like the young girl from his memories, but now with an alluring fragrance, like fruit at its most ripe and abundant moment, all the more heart-stirring.

These were the best years of her life.

She looked breathtaking in the wedding dress, but the dress was not worn for him.

She had questions she wanted to ask him earlier, but now, face to face with him, Jiayi didn’t know why her emotions were so tumultuous she couldn’t speak. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

After a long while, she managed to suppress her rapid heartbeat, "You’ve come to China."

Four years ago, when she learned that Nie Yixiao belonged to the United Nations ISM, she had lost any feelings of animosity towards him.

Official matters had ruined their relationship, and perhaps Nie Yixiao was suffering even more than she did.

Nie Yixiao walked slowly towards her, his gaze fixed on her wedding dress, "Are you really going to marry Huo Zhenyang?"

After arriving in China, he had indeed been keeping a quiet eye on her.

Last time in the shopping mall, this time outside the bridal shop, and possibly other places...he had been watching from the shadows, only emerging those two times when she had accidents, which made her aware of his presence.

He was still that boy who had always stayed close by her side, protecting her since their youth.

Jiayi’s heart stirred, and she had to tightly grip the corner of her dress to calm her disordered emotions before replying, "That’s how he has arranged it."

His voice held a wry amusement, "He arranged it like this? So, do you want it?"

Back in S Country, he had witnessed firsthand how she had forgotten an entire year of her life in bits and pieces.

He knew her current situation wasn’t good. Up to this point, she still hadn’t fully recovered the fleeting memories of that year, and her reunion with Huo Zhenyang in China was not long ago, making him almost a stranger to her now.

He found it hard to believe that she would willingly marry a man who was almost a stranger to her.

It took Jiayi a moment before she spoke, "He’s the father of my child. Zaizai really likes having the feeling of a father now."

This connection, even if she wanted to break it, wouldn’t be easy to sever cleanly in an instant.

Nie Yixiao’s expression shifted slightly, but he did not seem surprised, and he knew all too well who the Zaizai she referred to was.

It was her and Huo Zhenyang’s son.

Four years ago, after she had secretly left S Country with Aunt Xia, he went to the Chu Family looking for her.

Through Chu Yanhan, Nie Yixiao learned about her pregnancy.

She had left with Aunt Xia just before going through with the abortion surgery.

Nie Yixiao finally understood why that day outside the hotel, when he went to find her, hoping to start over, she had a look of unspeakable difficulty...

At the time, he had thought she was still upset about the times he had hurt her, and he had even made up his mind that it was okay, he would wait for her, no matter how long it took for the scars in her heart to heal.

Later, he understood that her rejection was not just because of him, but also because there was a new life growing inside her.

The atmosphere fell silent for a while.

"If I had known that day outside the hotel that you refused to start over with me because you were pregnant, I definitely wouldn’t have left so quickly," Nie Yixiao said with a desolate tone.

Jiayi’s eyelashes trembled, and her heart pounded fiercely.

"No matter what, tell me if anything comes up in the future. Can you do that?" He leaned in close, his tall frame advancing, his voice still deep and warm as before.

Between them, only a narrow space remained, the warm breath circulating, intoxicating.