Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 611 - 591: Almost Bursting with Patience

Jiayi’s mind flashed with a sudden idea, "I gave birth to Zaizai by cesarean section, and the doctor instructed me that I can’t get pregnant again within four years after a cesarean! Otherwise, the risk is too high!"

Sure enough, the man paused for a moment but then leaned down and chuckled by her ear, "Baby, have you forgotten that I’ve seen Zaizai’s neonatal hospital records at Yunling Hospital? You didn’t have a cesarean; you had a natural birth. It took less than an hour, and right after giving birth, you were clamoring for spicy hot pot. The next day you were up and about, bouncing around happily."

When she gave birth to Zaizai, she was barely twenty years old. Her young age meant she recovered quickly, and she was the fastest among the group of women who had natural births to be discharged from the hospital.

Her face grew hot, and she clenched her little fists. She didn’t realize he knew so many details about her childbirth. Since her plan didn’t work, she could only grit her teeth, "Since you know so much, then do you know how hard it was for me when I was pregnant with Zaizai!"

After a few seconds of silence, she felt her neck tighten as he gripped her fiercely, forcing her to look directly into his dark, eagle-like eyes.

Huh? There might be a chance!

She bit her lower lip, squeezing out tears, "Do you know how hard pregnancy is? You’ll never understand in your lifetime! While I was pregnant with Zaizai, I threw up for six months. Everything I ate came back up. Do you have any idea what it feels like to vomit for half a year? Six months later, although I stopped vomiting, I couldn’t walk anymore, I couldn’t breathe easily in my sleep, and I spent every night sitting up in bed until dawn, with leg cramps every day... And you’ll never know the pain of giving birth to Zaizai. It’d be easier to kill me than to make me go through childbirth again."

Hmph, it’s just a melodrama act! She won’t be stumped by that!

Actually, Zaizai really was good-natured, and he hadn’t caused her much trouble from the time she was pregnant until birth.

Although there were occasional minor discomforts, they quickly passed.

As expected, she saw the fury in his eyes begin to dissipate.

She breathed a small sigh of relief. Taking advantage of his momentary relaxation, she quietly crawled up and retreated to the other side of the large bed. Slipping on her slippers, she tried to sneak away but then heard his voice drifting from behind her.

She jumped in fright, and saw him looking at her coldly, issuing an edict like a sovereign, "Postpone the childbirth for a while. You can rest for a few more months."

So, was he giving her maternity leave?!

She clenched her fists, biting her teeth in secret but said nothing. Just as she was about to leave, she heard his voice call out, "Wait a second."

Surprised, she wondered what else he wanted.

"Bring me a glass filled with ice water," he commanded.

She sighed, but couldn’t help glancing at the man, suspicious, "What do you need ice water for?"

"It’s easy for me to get sick like this," his tone was cold, but his handsome face seemed on the verge of exploding.

In an instant, Jiayi couldn’t help but smile, but she didn’t dare to ask any more questions. She walked to the small kitchen outside the bedroom on the second floor and poured a glass of cool boiled water, adding a few ice cubes into it.

When she reached his bedroom with the glass in hand, she looked down at her sleep gown. It was wrinkled, and the hem had a small tear from his earlier rough handling. Gritting her teeth, she went back to put on a knit shirt before carrying the ice water into his bedroom.

In the bedroom, he had already straightened out his clothes and was sitting on the sofa.

She handed him the ice water, "Here’s your water."

He looked at the glass of ice water in her hand and suddenly found it amusing, though the amusement was directed at himself.

He had never imagined that the forceful confrontation he had decided upon could deflate so easily because of her tears and complaints.

And now, he even had to rely on this glass of ice water to suppress the unresolved heat within his body.

It seemed he had truly become accustomed to Little Kitten’s spoiled behavior.

It didn’t matter.

He would wait for the day she would take the initiative to climb into his bed.

Seeing him silently staring at the glass of water, she was afraid he was thinking again about having children, so she hurriedly placed the water on the coffee table and stepped back.

He narrowed his eyes, picked up his cup, and took a few sips to temporarily quell the heat within. Then, lifting his gaze, his tone was cold and light, "Last time at the mall when you were helped out of a tight spot, it was Nie Yixiao, wasn’t it."

She dared not deceive him any longer. Wasn’t she frightened enough just now? She nodded.

His look was frosty, "What is Nie Yixiao doing in China this time? Did he change his plans to come find you?"

Nie Yixiao trusted her, that’s why he told her that he came to investigate a case.

But she couldn’t just go around revealing the purpose of his visit.

She calmly replied, "I don’t know."

After a long silence, he didn’t ask any more questions.

The jealousy that flared up tonight had already frightened her. To continue pressing her would only push her further away.

How could he let that Nie surname off so easily?

After a while, Huo Zhenyang downed the ice water in one gulp, the empty glass clinking crisply on the coffee table.

"That woman, Tong Xiaomian, even if she gets out of the police station someday, she will never appear in the coastal areas again."

She paused for a moment before asking, "May I go back to my room now?"

His voice floated over, "Do you like F. Wang’s shop?"

The fierce anger and strangeness on his face had subsided, and it seemed his emotions had stabilized.

So much had happened today that she hadn’t even had the chance to ask about it.

Seeing him bring it up, Jiayi looked at him, "If you bought it just to make me quit my job at the drama crew, you didn’t have to go to such lengths."

No wonder he agreed so readily to her request to keep working on the crew. He had obviously planned this all along.

Huo Zhenyang shrugged, not denying his motive in buying F. Wang for her, "It’s just a shop, it doesn’t warrant such an effort. It’s in your name. If you don’t like it, sell it. Or you might choose not to manage it, and watch as your shop fails due to poor operations, causing dozens of employees to lose their jobs because of you and tarnishing F. Wang Yunling’s reputation."

He paused, then added, "Of course, you could also manage it well, preserving the livelihoods of those dozens of employees and gradually build your own brand."

He believed that even if she was unwilling to accept his kindness, she knew how to choose.

She left Yundu because she didn’t want to work for him.

This time it was different; it wasn’t about working for him.

The deed to the F. Wang bridal shop bore her name; it was genuinely and solely hers.

She was the owner of the shop; she didn’t need to report to anyone.

She stared at him; this man had a firm grasp on every inch of her thought process.

What she wanted, her weaknesses, he firmly held in his grip.

Finally, she spoke, her face feeling somewhat flushed, "I will take over, ... and manage it well."

But then she hesitated, twisting a corner of her knit sweater, "Why would F. Wang sell her shop to you? Also, F. Wang once said that she would never sell the Baroque Waltz dress. F. Wang isn’t short of money, nor is she the type to be greedy for it. Don’t tell me—you didn’t force her, did you?"

She certainly didn’t want to run a shop that had been robbed by a gangster, only to be cursed behind her back.