Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 612 - 592: Time to Register

Huo Zhenyang was displeased, his voice full of irritation, "Bullying someone? F. Wang is an old friend I knew from my days studying in Paris."

Oh, right...

F. Wang was of Chinese descent from France, and this man had studied in France as well...

Given his global connections, it wasn’t surprising that they knew each other.

But her long-adored idol was actually friends with this man?

It seemed like they had a pretty good relationship too; otherwise, he wouldn’t have sold both the store and the Baroque waltz to him.

She felt a stir of interest: "Are you really friends with F. Wang?"

Like mother, like son, they both lose their sense of direction the moment they hear about their idol.

Zaizai would drool at the mere sight of Xue Jingchuan.

This young woman wasn’t much better than Zaizai, getting excited at the mere mention of F. Wang’s name.

He saw right through her thoughts. His lips slightly curved, "Fang Yao also knows. If you don’t believe me, go ask her."

She finally believed him, her delicate face instantly suffused with joy, and after hesitating for a moment, she couldn’t help blurting out, "Then could you help me get an autographed photo of F. Wang?"

F. Wang was very cool about maintaining privacy; there were only a few photos of him in circulation.

Even when giving interviews or attending fashion shows, he rarely allowed photographs.

Currently, F. Wang was basically in a semi-retired state, traveling around the world, and even less frequently appeared in public.

She wanted an autographed photo of her idol, to put by her computer, constantly motivating herself!

His eyebrows moved slightly, his voice turning colder, "How old are you? Still chasing after stars?"

"She’s not just any celebrity, she’s my idol, the world’s top bridal gown queen," she pouted.

"Too childish. Don’t even think about it," he scoffed. He’d never played the role of collecting autographs for someone in his life.

Jiayi pursed her lips, feeling a bit disappointed: "If you don’t want to, forget it, I’m not forcing you." With that, she picked up his empty cup and left the room.

...

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the glass windows, heralding the start of a beautiful day.

Having taken a day off yesterday for the wedding dress photo shoot, Jiayi went to the set early.

After a day of work, she thought it over and decided to find Ye Yongning to discuss her departure from the crew.

Luckily, the filming of Island Turmoil was nearing its end, approaching the final cut, and she had seen this job through from start to finish.

Ye Yongning certainly understood her reasons and had also heard about Huo Zhenyang buying the F. Wang bridal shop for her, so he didn’t have much to say and agreed.

After talking about her resignation, Jiayi couldn’t help but ask, "Uncle Ye, has my mom been okay these past couple days?"

Ye Yongning knew exactly what she was inquiring about, afraid that Xia Tingxuan was still holding a grudge, his tone softening: "Your mom has come around a bit these days. You’ve grown up, and she doesn’t want to interfere too much. As for the matter with Mr. Huo, you make your own decisions. What George said the other day was at least correct, she mentioned that she doesn’t want to use her own experiences to judge your life and choices anymore."

Jiayi said nothing, it seemed someone had been quite busy working on her mom.

...

After handling things with the crew, Jiayi returned to Disheng in the evening.

As soon as she entered and passed through the living room, she spotted something under the crystal ashtray on the coffee table.

It was a Polaroid photo.

A feeling struck her, a premonition of what it was, and she moved closer, picking it up to look.

Sure enough, it was a private photo of F. Wang.

In the lower left corner of the photo was F. Wang’s autograph.

She was overjoyed.

"Miss Jiayi," Auntie Li approached, seeing that she had already found it, and said, "The autographed photo arrived two hours ago."

Two hours ago?

This must be the original autographed photo, which could only have been airmail expedited here, so...

Did he arrange it last night?

He even said it was childish.

She didn’t know if it was the excitement of seeing her idol’s autograph for the first time or something else, but her heart pounded fiercely. As she turned the photo over, there was a message on the back, also handwritten by F. Wang.

Although F. Wang was French, he was of Chinese descent and understood Chinese.

It was a sentence in Chinese, "Happy marriage, may you live a long and happy life together."

Her teeth clenched ever so slightly, and without a doubt, it must have been that man’s special request.

——

The ceremonial appointment of Yunling’s new mayor would take place two days later.

Overnight, Yunling’s former Mayor George stepped down, and the new mayor took his position.

Jiayi knew that from then on, the man living in this villa was not only the king of the business circles in southern China but also the leader of Yunling, the head of seven coastal towns.

Inside the villa, apart from that slight stir the other night, everything had returned to normal.

She didn’t go to the F. Wang bridal shop every day.

The sole benefit of being the owner was the ability to quiet her mind and devote herself to studying various fashion designs.

Only, Zaizai would occasionally ask her when his little brother could be born, which gave her a bit of a headache and left her feeling helpless. It seemed that he had also spoken to Zaizai about having children that night.

Having just taken office as the mayor, Huo Zhenyang’s official duties were very intricate.

For several days, Jiayi hadn’t seen him in the villa, but she could clearly feel the acceleration of the wedding preparations. Occasionally, while passing by the study or the living room, she would hear George reporting to Huo Zhenyang the detailed arrangements for the church wedding.

That morning, just after Jiayi had gotten up and washed up, Zaizai bounded up to knock on the door and rushed in with his chubby little legs: "Come downstairs for breakfast! After we eat, we’re going out with Daddy!"

She was surprised, "Go out where? Aren’t you supposed to be in kindergarten today?"

Today wasn’t the weekend.

Zaizai pulled at her hand, dragging her downstairs.

She could only follow Zaizai downstairs.

In what appeared to be a harmonious and beautiful morning, Huo Zhenyang sat at the breakfast table with a steaming cup of coffee at his side, reading the day’s news on a tablet, not yet having left the house.

Seeing Zaizai drag the young woman down, he set his tablet aside: "Eat first."

She didn’t sit down: "Where are you taking Zaizai and me."

Even though she asked, she already had a guess in her mind.

"It’s time to register. Let’s do it today. Take Zaizai along." He picked up the knife and fork, leisurely cutting into the lamb chop and began to eat breakfast, his tone as calm as if he were discussing something completely normal.

Her heart raced, and she stood still, not moving. After a moment, she finally spoke, "Isn’t this too fast?"

"Not fast," he replied succinctly.

"How about... we wait another two days."

He pierced through her thoughts with his words, lips curving slightly, "You want to wait for your father to come, don’t you?"

She was momentarily at a loss for words.

"I’ll tell you, your father got off the plane last night and even called me.

Jiayi was startled.

"I told him that we’re registering this morning. It’s your own choice." He lifted the silver fork, elegantly placing the tender lamb chop into his carefully sculpted lips, eating gracefully and confidently.

Her teeth clenched; of course, it was voluntary, for he would always use Zaizai to coerce her—how could it not be voluntary?

"I believe he’s probably waiting for us at the marriage registration office right now," his tone playful, showing not the slightest bit of nervousness.