Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 713 - 693: Your Temper, Enough Already

Huo Zhenyang’s face also darkened as he quickly followed, striding over.

Underneath the pommel horse on the soft mat, Zaizai was held in the arms of a gym teacher.

A few Little Baozis were gathered around him, chattering with worried greetings:

"Huo Zhuoting, does it hurt?"

"Oh no, your leg is swollen!"

Zaizai clearly didn’t want to appear weak: "It doesn’t hurt, not at all!~"

Yet his little face was deathly pale, obviously he was stubbornly enduring.

Jiayi rushed into the crowd and saw Zaizai’s ankle was severely swollen, gasping in shock: "Zaizai, what happened?"

Seeing Zaizai’s daddy and mommy arrive, the gym teacher had the children disperse and said helplessly:

"We had already adjusted the pommel horse to the right height for each child, but Huo Zhuoting insisted on raising it a bit, and then..."

He didn’t make the jump and fell!

Jiayi was both angry and amused, gritting her teeth: "Huo Zhuoting! What were you thinking! Jumping when you couldn’t make it? Did you want to break your neck?"

She then crouched down to examine her son’s injury.

Just a touch to the swollen area made the tears Zaizai had been holding back burst forth, his cheek quivering: "Mommy, it hurts. Don’t move."

The gym teacher, more experienced, frowned: "It might be a fracture. Don’t worry, the school doctor is on the way, and if it’s necessary, we’ll go to the hospital immediately."

On hearing it might be a fracture, Jiayi was both distressed and furious, nearly bringing tears to her eyes: "What were you showing off for if you are alright! All the other kids jumped at that height, but you just had to be different!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Although Huo Zhenyang’s face had darkened, he was still calmer than Jiayi, squatting down to steady his son and secure a comfortable position: "Tell Daddy why you insisted on raising the height of the pommel horse."

He knew his own son well, though usually mischievous and bold, he was definitely not the type of child to act blindly or impulsively.

Zaizai’s face was pale as he choked up: "I told Mommy that if I worked hard to get first place, Mommy would make up with Daddy and stop fighting."

Raising the height of the pommel horse increased the difficulty, and of course, could significantly increase the score.

He was just trying it out, after all, it was raised by only a centimeter or two, who would have thought—

Well, no need to say more, anything more is just tears.

So painful!

Zaizai grimaced in pain.

Jiayi was stunned for a moment, recalling what Zaizai had said in the stands, and her anger faded away, unable to muster any further irritation.

Huo Zhenyang’s expression also softened slightly, and just then, the school doctor arrived and after examination said, "It doesn’t seem to be fractured, just a sprain, but with such severe swelling, it’s best to go to the hospital as soon as possible!"

Jiayi, hearing her son didn’t have a fracture, was relieved, but before she could react, Huo Zhenyang had already carefully supported the injured foot of Little Baozi and carried his son toward the kindergarten’s exit.

Jiayi gulped down her saliva and without much hesitation, followed.

Once in his car, they sped all the way to Renxin Hospital.

After examination, it turned out to be a muscle sprain for Zaizai, but due to the severe swelling making it impossible for him to stand or walk, and given his young age, there was concern for proper recovery. Plus, the facility knowing he was the young master of the Huo Family, naturally treated him with utmost care, suggesting no risks be taken and to observe in the hospital for a few days, at least until the swelling had gone down.

Huo Zhenyang, without a second word, had his secretary arrange the hospital admittance.

Jiayi’s heart was fixated on Little Baozi, having forgotten she was still in a cold war with him.

He arranged everything, and she simply followed suit.

It wasn’t until everything was in place that she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But Zaizai hesitated at the door of the hospital room, stubbornly refusing to go in.

Zaizai, who feared nothing in the world but needles and medication, clung to Jiayi’s shoulder with tears in his eyes, refusing to let go: "Mommy, I don’t want to stay in the hospital, I want to go back home."

Huo Zhenyang’s face fell: "Do you want to end up a cripple?"

He’d rather be crippled than stay in the hospital.

Normally, Zaizai would stop fussing the moment he saw his daddy get angry, but today he still clung to his mommy and wouldn’t let go.

Jiayi’s heart ached terribly, and she soothed him gently: "Be good, Mommy will stay with you in the hospital."

Zaizai was unyielding to the end, refusing to let go.

He feared nothing else but the shame of facing needles and medication.

"If you stay good in the hospital, Daddy will buy you the latest Bumblebee toy," Huo Zhenyang, tough as he was, resorted to coaxing and deceiving.

"I don’t want it," Zaizai’s eyes brimmed with tears, for in comparison, his life was far more precious than any toy!

The thought of living in the hospital every day, with doctors possibly poking his buttocks with syringes and nurses forcing a handful of pills on him each day, was simply unbearable!

What good were toys to him then!

Huo Zhenyang finally darkened his face, deciding to take a hard approach, ready to have someone carry Little Baozi forcibly into the room.

But Jiayi thought of something and said softly, "Aren’t you Xinxin’s boyfriend? How can you protect Xinxin like this, how can you be her boyfriend? If Xinxin knew, she would look down on you, you know."

Huo Zhenyang’s brow furrowed.

Zaizai, however, relaxed his brows and unexpectedly stopped making a fuss and crying: "Then... I’ll stay. But only for a few days, and you have to keep your promise."

He then looked up with tearful eyes at his daddy: "The toy you mentioned earlier, don’t forget about it, okay?"

The two of them, working together like good cop and bad cop, finally settled Little Baozi.

Jiayi exhaled a breath of relief, watching the nurse take Little Baozi into the ward.

"Xinxin? Girlfriend?" A man’s doubtful voice floated from behind her.

Only when Jiayi turned around did she see that he was no more than two or three steps away from her.

Knowing that Zaizai was alright and everything was arranged, she felt suddenly relaxed, subconsciously reverting to her previous demeanor, stepping back half a step, and said coolly, "Yes, General Gan’s granddaughter."

Huo Zhenyang laughed with a deep meanings: "So young and already knows how to charm girls. Not bad."

She had no intention of talking to him, but couldn’t help but retort upon hearing this: "You shouldn’t say that in front of Zaizai. He might think you’re praising him."

He shrugged his eyebrows: "I am indeed praising him. Can’t you tell?"

She replied irritably: "He’s only four years old. Do you really think bragging about having a girlfriend and charming girls is praiseworthy? I don’t want to raise him to be a ladies’ man."

He stepped closer, now only a few centimeters away, leaning down to gaze intensely at her, "A young master of the Huo Family has the right to be charismatic."

She was cornered against the wall, her head buried, enveloped by his breath. Not looking up at him, when she heard this statement, something in her stirred, and she couldn’t help but raise her fair little face, unable to hide the chill in her eyes: "Of course, I know. But I hope you don’t become his role model. You are you, don’t influence him."

He knew she was thinking about the Xiaolei incident again, his gaze suddenly hardened, and in a swift move, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her toward him, and stared at her with a piercing gaze, his voice cold: "You’ve had enough of this temper tantrum."