Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 637 - 617: Boss Indulges His Wife Too Much
Planning a wedding isn’t just about one person, if she can’t even decide on inviting a guest, then what kind of bride is she? What’s the difference between her and a canary kept by him?
Her "I insist" was unintentional, but her tone was filled with an inherent coquettishness that could make any man melt.
If it had been anything else, Huo Zhenyang might have agreed already.
"Who gave you the confidence to backtalk me?" the man’s voice was tinged with barely suppressed fury.
"You did!" She was like a little kitten, bristling with anger.
He paused, his jaw tightening: "I did?"
She gritted her teeth: "Didn’t Mr. Huo teach me just the other day, saying the young Mrs. Huo must show some presence so that others would listen, or she would be looked down upon. Am I not the young Mrs. Huo now? If I can’t even have the right to invite guests to the wedding, then what kind of Mrs. Huo am I!"
His eyes slightly curved, though this little woman was twisting the truth, at last, she was using her status as the young Mrs. Huo to assert herself, which was an improvement.
He was silent for a few seconds.
"As you wish."
He agreed? After her surprise, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief. Fighitng for her rights in front of this man was harder than asking the emperor for a royal decree.
"Then I’ll contact your secretary to send the electronic wedding invitation to Brother Yixiao," she quickly seized the moment, fearing this volatile man would change his mind.
He raised an eyebrow: "Brother Yixiao?"
She had slipped up, reflexively sticking out her tongue.
Knowing Nie Yixiao for over a decade, she had always called him that, it was simply a habit.
Fearing his anger and change of mind, she added a futile statement, "...to send an electronic invitation to Mr. Nie."
Was it interesting to mend the fold after the sheep are lost? A cold glint of amusement flickered in his eyes, but he said nothing, just hummed in acknowledgment.
After hanging up the phone, the villa’s living room quieted down.
Huo Zhenyang momentarily set aside his work, placing the portable computer to one side, his gaze murky yet clear.
Seeing the Boss seemingly deep in thought, George asked, "Boss, you agreed to let Mr. Nie attend the wedding?"
"Hmm." He pulled his thoughts back.
George couldn’t help saying, "Actually, inviting an ex to the wedding isn’t a big deal. But the relationship between Mr. Nie and the madam is quite special. They’ve been close since childhood, their feelings deeper than ordinary couples. Besides, the breakup between the madam and him was a misunderstanding, not sincere. In such circumstances, it’s easy..."
"Easy for old flames to reignite." He clearly understood George’s implication and finished the unsaid part for him.
Back then, Nie Yixiao left Jiayi in pain to investigate a case and got tangled up with Jiayi’s sister.
Their separation wasn’t because Nie Yixiao had failed Jiayi, nor because their love faded, to put it simply, it was an unfortunate misunderstanding.
It goes without saying that Nie Yixiao must have been unable to forget Jiayi. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to China on business and followed her secretly just to catch a glimpse of her.
And that little lady, she might still harbor feelings for Nie Yixiao...
George nodded, "Exactly. Why cause unnecessary complications at this time?"
Huo Zhenyang’s deep eyes shimmered like a glint of silver in an ancient well, he stretched a long leg, reclining on the sofa, "We’re getting married. What waves can he possibly make now? Let him come for one last look at Jiayi, so he can finally give up, leave China with a clear heart and stop that little rascal from making any more trouble."
Simply put, the Boss was too indulgent with his wife.
George didn’t say much more, "Then I’ll call the secretary in charge of the wedding feast and invite Mr. Nie to the wedding in a few days."
As he was about to leave, a voice floated from the sofa, "George."
George stopped in his tracks, "Does the Boss have any other orders?"
"Do women really value their first love?"
George had not expected the Boss to suddenly ask this question.
The Boss, whether in the business world or in politics, was a decisive and assertive person. In relationships, he treated them much like his business affairs: decisive and domineering, always with his own ideas.
Having followed him for so many years, George had never heard him ask about emotional matters before.
"Uh..." George hesitated for a moment, but seeing that the Boss’s expression seemed fairly good, he said, "Women probably feel differently about the first man they liked, emotionally, compared to other men."
"Is first love really that great? Do you still remember yours?" His brows furrowed, and with a sharp gleam in his eyes, he turned his piercing gaze toward George.
First love? He seemed not to have such a thing.
In the past, every woman looked at him with a gaze that was like looking up to a king, calling him "Mr. Huo" with respect and in a coy manner.
His emotional world could be described as broad. Since his teenage years, when it was determined that he was the successor to the Huo Family empire, there had always been a crowd of women ready to swarm around him.
But it could also be described as barren. If he tried to remember his first companion now, he couldn’t possibly recall who it was even if he racked his brain.
In the past, women and emotions, to him, were like business: used when necessary.
There weren’t so many twist and turns.
But now...
A first love, yet it almost defeated him.
Could the entire world’s adoration not outweigh a first love’s fleeting, long-lost flutter?
What exactly are women’s hearts made of?
George coughed twice, his usually stern face turning slightly red. How did the conversation turn to himself? But he still had to truthfully admit, "My girlfriend from my first love got married and became a mother a long time ago... But back then, I really liked her a lot, I would have plucked the stars from the sky for her. I remember, we were both just teenagers then, and we used to secretly meet in the park behind her parents’ backs. She liked to eat buns, and I would get up at dawn to queue at the busiest bun shop in town to buy her fresh ones right out of the oven. Also, there was the time when I accompanied her back to school in the middle of the night, and we both climbed over the iron gate, only to fall and end up with swollen noses and bruised faces... Looking back now, it seems quite childish, almost like a play, but it felt very sweet at the time, and there was..."
At first, George was somewhat embarrassed, but as he spoke, it was as if he truly immersed himself in those past memories, becoming more and more animated, and an excited flush appeared on his resolute face.
"Enough," Huo Zhenyang said, feeling inexplicably unhappy, and waved his hand dismissively.
These things seemed to have nothing to do with him.
He had never experienced them.
So this was the first love that women cherished the most?
Perhaps Nie Yixiao and that little girl had gone through these things too...
His complexion instantly became dim and sullen, with a hint of chilliness.
*
The next evening, Jiayi received a text from Nie Yixiao.
A short message: "I have received the wedding invitation, I will be on time."
She sighed, feeling an indescribable sense of emptiness.
She didn’t know quite how to describe the feeling.
The reappearance of Nie Yixiao before the wedding seemed to have disrupted the peace she had been preparing for in her heart once again.
Standing on the balcony of her bedroom, she let the night breeze blow for a while. Only after her scattered thoughts had settled did she realize that the night had grown darker.
