Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 702 - 682: Meek as a Kitten

Jiayi didn’t hesitate and immediately made a call to her mom, "Mummy, have you made up your mind?"

The sound from the other end of the line was a bit noisy, with a buzzing of voices.

Xia Tingxuan was busy with booking the wedding banquet at the hotel and felt overwhelmed. With no time for idle chatter, she hastily said a few words and then added,

"Alright, that’s enough, too much going on, let’s leave it at that. Oh, right, take care of the wedding dress for mom, will you? Hanging up now."

And she really did hang up the call.

Clutching the phone, Jiayi remained confused for a moment.

Not until Auntie Li came over with a smile, saying, "Congratulations, young madam."

Zaizai had heard about it as soon as his grandpa made the call and now started cheering, "Grandpa and grandma are getting married!"

Not only could he attend daddy and mommy’s wedding, but he could also attend grandpa and grandma’s wedding!

Was there anyone cooler than him in the whole kindergarten, no, the whole Yunling City?

Jiayi laughed and cried at the same time, "Auntie Li, do you really think this is something to be congratulated on?"

No one knew better than she did what the current relationship between her mom and daddy was like.

Now, due to her issue, they were forcibly pulled together, but could they really get along well?

Auntie Li said with a laugh, "Why wouldn’t it be worthy of congratulations? Your mom is so young and beautiful, standing next to you like sisters. It’d be a pity if they didn’t get married. Moreover, after all the twists and turns, she’s finally getting back together with Mr. Chu, isn’t that wonderful?"

Getting back together? She hadn’t seen any signs of them rekindling their old love, but maybe they would after getting married.

Jiayi said no more and went upstairs, leading the still-excited Zaizai.

After settling Zaizai in his room to do homework, she remembered her mom’s instruction about the wedding dress and said softly, "Write your homework by yourself today, mommy has things to do. I’ll come later to sleep with you."

Although Zaizai wanted to monopolize mommy’s attention, he didn’t like it when daddy and mommy argued.

Grandma was no longer angry at grandpa and was willing to marry him; he wondered when mommy would make up with daddy.

With that thought, he raised his chubby little hand and tugged at mommy’s clothes, "Mommy, the kindergarten’s parents’ sports day is next week."

She nodded, ruffling Little Baozi’s head, "Yes, mommy will be there."

"Parents’ sports day means both daddy and mommy should go," Zaizai blinked his eyes.

Jiayi hesitated for a moment, "Can’t I go alone?"

Zaizai’s eyes welled up, "Other kids have both their daddy and mommy going..."

Jiayi’s heart ached, she caressed Little Baozi’s head and kissed him twice, still making excuses, "You know your daddy is very busy; he might not be able to make it."

Whatever, no matter how busy he was, as long as mommy asked, daddy would surely go!

But mommy just wouldn’t ask. What could he do?

Helpless, Zaizai slumped over the table and started on his homework.

Jiayi comforted Little Baozi, then returned to the bedroom area and turned on the computer in the small study next door.

Regardless, she had to complete the task her mommy had given her.

This would be her mom’s first time wearing a wedding dress.

Time was tight, but she was determined to create the best wedding dress for her mom.

Before she knew it, it was late at night.

The drowsiness crept up on her, and her eyelids grew heavy, unwittingly dozing off in front of the computer.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the sound of a door could be heard. Amidst Auntie Li’s hushed voice, Huo Zhenyang returned.

Today, political council meetings were held at the hotel, and I was busy all day. I’ve already had dinner at the hotel.

He loosened his collar and handed his briefcase to Auntie Li to take to the study, then went straight upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door, and noticed a faint light coming from the small study.

He narrowed his eyes and slowly walked over, only to see her asleep in front of the computer she commonly used for drawing.

These last few days, whenever he came home, she was always in Zaizai’s room; he hardly even saw her face to face, yet he hadn’t expected to find her here today.

He took a few steps towards her until he stopped by her side.

His fingertips unconsciously brushed over the half-exposed snow-white neck beneath her raven hair, then slowly trailed down to her rosy cheek.

The little person asleep breathed evenly and peacefully, so quiet, docile, and obedient like a little cat.

Like this, she wouldn’t anger him, wouldn’t argue with him, and was completely his alone.

With her long lashes closed, the faint blush on her lips was like the rich nectar of a flower, irresistibly stirring one’s blood.

Having been given the cold shoulder for several days, his anger rose steadily, unstoppable in an instant.

He crouched down, leaning close to her lips, his gaze deepening as he approached her cheek, pressing upon her lips, imperceptibly licking at her soft lip, greedily outlining the petal-like shape.

In her dream, she sensed something unusual, murmured softly, and her body shifted.

Seeing that she was about to wake up, he coughed lightly twice and straightened up.

With her lashes fluttering open, she sat up only to see the man with a cold and majestic face standing in front of her. Startled at first, she quickly came to her senses, stood up, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Working on the wedding dress for your mom?" The man glanced at the computer screen indifferently as his voice sounded.

She paused in her steps and turned back, "You know about my mom and dad getting married?"

Huo Zhenyang averted his gaze, unbuttoning his shirt, slowly heading towards the master bedroom outside the small study.

Actually, he was just walking out, but from this angle, it looked as if he was undressing while steadily advancing towards her.

She reflexively dodged a little, making way for him.

The subtle movement did not escape his notice, the flames of desire in his eyes cooled, and his tone became much colder:

"Your dad called to ask for my help booking the banquet. I’ve asked my secretary to take care of it."

In Yunling City, any slightly better hotels require at least a six-month advance booking for a wedding banquet.

Chu Yanhan and Xia Tingxuan’s rushed wedding would be impossible to arrange within a week without some connections to smooth things over.

She paused for a moment, then said "Oh," followed by a "Thank you."

Thank you?

The two words sounded so polite yet so icy cold.

It was like thanking a stranger who had done one a favor, respectful yet distant.

He furrowed his brow, suppressing the displeasure rising in his heart, "I’ve heard from your dad about the date of the wedding banquet. I will go to the hotel as early as possible that day."

She instinctively looked up, "If you’re too busy, you don’t have to go out of your way. After all, Zaizai and I being there is the same thing. My dad and mom know you’re usually very busy and would understand."

His expression turned cold immediately, and a thin, disdainful sheen appeared on his lips.

The same? How could it possibly be the same?

As a son-in-law, how could it be reasonable for him not to attend his in-laws’ wedding?

It was clear she would avoid him if she could.

"It’s getting late. I’m going to be with Zaizai," she said, pretending not to see the frost forming on his face as she turned and left.

His eyes darkened, a shadow fell, his jaw clenched, and he watched the little person’s retreating figure.