Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 672 - 652 He’s Here

Jiayi certainly understood which "he" daddy was talking about.

Not to mention that she and he were still in a cold war, even if they weren’t, he was now a city leader with an almost perfect public image. How could she have the nerve to let him break the law knowingly?

"Daddy, I just saw that Uncle Ye’s anger has almost subsided. For the sake of mommy and me, he won’t sue you. If you now tell the police it was not on purpose and apologize to Uncle Ye, this can all be over, okay?"

Chu Yanhan’s face turned red, and he clenched his teeth, "No need. I think the environment here is quite nice. I have never been to a police station in my life; now I’ll treat it like a vacation."

Jiayi felt dizzy with anger, "Mom was right, even Zaizai isn’t as childish as you."

When Chu Yanhan heard Tingxuan’s name, the anger on his face receded like the tide, and in an instant, his previously resolute features seemed to fade.

It took him a while to slowly stand up, walk to the iron bars at the entrance of the detention center, and speak with an eerily calm voice that carried an indescribable desolation,

"Jiayi, do you think daddy is too impulsive? But do you know, I have been apart from her for too long, not just a year or two, but more than twenty years. This time I came to China, thinking of her was my only thought. I cannot lose her again, I cannot lose you and your mother... I know my actions might make her despise me, but I really have no other choice. I can’t tolerate any man coming near her or any chance that she might leave me, not even a tiny bit... I can’t."

In the gloom of the detention center, the middle-aged man’s voice grew more and more low-spirited, even quivering slightly, more helpless than a child.

"In the eyes of you and your mother, I am already a scumbag. Since I’ve done wrong this time, let me bear it. I don’t want to change my testimony or say nice things, lest Tingxuan despise me even more. Just leave it as it is, you go first."

His tone suddenly became firm, then, the tall figure that was slightly frail turned away and slowly walked back to his original spot and sat down.

Jiayi had never seen her daddy like this before.

From the moment he gave Zaizai the jade token representing the Duke position of the Chu Family, perhaps he had decided to atone and make amends.

But too many years of missed opportunities left him clueless about where to start, only able to resort to this crude method that might hurt others.

Her hand slipped from the iron bars, she turned around, and walked down the corridor out of the detention center.

Upon seeing her come out, Ade hurriedly asked, "Young Madame, how is Mr. Chu, is he willing to apologize?"

Jiayi shook her head, her headache intensifying at the question.

Ade inhaled sharply; indeed, Mr. Chu, with his high status, how could he easily bow his head?

This might really turn into a big issue now.

After a while, he stammered, "Young Madame, I just made a phone call to the young master..."

Jiayi’s eyebrows furrowed as she stared at Ade, "Who asked you to call?"

Ade gave a wry smile, "If Mr. Chu really gets charged and interrogated, it’d eventually come out in the social news and the young master couldn’t be kept in the dark anyway. Besides, other than the young master, no one else can get Mr. Chu out now. You don’t really want to see Mr. Chu serving time in a foreign jail, do you?"

Before Jiayi could reply, the revolving glass doors of the police station swung open with a whoosh.

A tall, broad figure accompanied by two assistants strode in.

The man was dressed in a black coat, exuding a chill that suggested he had just come from outdoors. Guided by his assistants, his searching gaze landed on her.

He had arrived.

Her breath caught.

His sharply sculpted features were filled with gloom, looking extremely irritable, the chill in his brows enough to freeze mosquitoes dead.

She took a quiet breath.

This matter had caused him trouble again.

Huo Zhenyang fixed her with a gaze, cold and unshifting, and after a long moment, he raised his hand and made a signaling gesture.

Two assistants immediately headed towards the police station, evidently in the direction of the chief’s office.

Jiayi turned to hurry forward, "There’s no need to..."

Before she could finish, his chilly voice cut in, "No need for what? No need to care about your dad, letting him fight with someone out of jealousy, intentionally hurt someone and have the ugly incident hit the headlines, shaming me?"

Jiayi didn’t dare to breathe too loudly, as she definitely fell short in this matter and lacked confidence.

"I hope there won’t be a next time for this kind of trouble," he continued in a persistently indifferent tone, sitting down on the brown sofa in the lobby of the police station.

Jiayi had no choice but to follow behind like a pet that had done something wrong, quietly sitting on the sofa opposite him, waiting for the outcome.

She didn’t know if it was because she was sitting face to face with him and caught the icy cold from his features, or if her fever simply wasn’t better yet, but with all this fuss, Jiayi started feeling uncomfortable again.

His gaze sharpened, resting on the little figure opposite him. Her small face was deathly pale without a hint of color, hugging her arms with the back of her delicate hands visible, small traces of needle marks on them.

The coat draped over her was one he kept in the car for emergencies, not particularly thick.

Underneath it, she was still wearing the blue and white striped patient attire from the hospital, her porcelain-white neck exposed.

His eyes darkened slightly as he took off his coat, picked it up, and commanded in a low voice, "Ade."

Ade immediately took the coat and brought it over to Jiayi, "Young Madam, you rushed out in a hurry, please put this on."

She swallowed, "No need."

"Look at yourself, what a state you’re in," he added with growing irritation.

Afraid of embarrassing him again? Jiayi’s nostrils flared slightly, feeling wronged but eventually taking the coat and draping it over her disordered self.

The wool coat was finely tailored and exquisite, offering good wind protection and holding his residual warmth.

The collar still had his scent, faintly lingering, sweet and mellow, lingering.

She felt much warmer, straightened up a bit more and no longer appeared as timid and cold as before.

As she had expected, with his arrival, even the most difficult matters were effortlessly resolved, everything proceeding smoothly.

About fifteen minutes passed, and the two assistants walked out.

Behind them followed a middle-aged, slightly overweight man, who was the chief of the city police.

Seeing that it was indeed the Mayor himself who had come, the chief’s eyes lit up and he hastened to the front of the sofa, bending deeply at a ninety-degree angle, "Mayor Huo."

Huo Zhenyang clearly was not in the mood for pleasantries, remaining seated on the sofa without getting up, his icy features clearly conveying, "Let’s talk business."

The chief, slightly embarrassed, yet clearly dared not assert any authority in front of his superior and the influential figure of Yunling, said softly, "We get too many incidents of fights and altercations reported every day. Those subordinates of mine... they didn’t make it clear to me that it was Mayor Huo’s father-in-law. I’ve already ordered someone to arrange for Mr. Chu’s release. He can leave as soon as the paperwork is done. As long as the complainant doesn’t pursue further, we won’t either. And about today’s event, please rest assured, it will not be leaked."