Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 722 - 702: Stealing Her Son? Dream on.

"Take him back to America?" Jiayi lost her composure with a laugh, yet a chill tinged her laughter.

Zaizai was her son, and Su Yan thought about taking him away?

In her dreams!

Just how shamelessly thick-skinned must one be to utter such words!

Su Yan nodded, "You know, the medical standards in America are much higher than in China. Huo Tianpei’s genetic disease was cured in America. They have the most experienced and comprehensive medical teams there. Kevin, the doctor who performed the surgery on Huo Tianpei, is also one of the best genetic disease professor-specialists in the whole country, ready to monitor Zaizai’s condition at any time. Just in case... I mean, if Zaizai ever falls ill, there will be full assurance of immediate treatment without any delays."

A light frost seemed to settle over Jiayi’s face.

This wasn’t just about taking Zaizai away.

She meant to sever the mother and son from each other, to never see each other again?

She left no room for negotiation, her tone ice cold, "Zaizai is perfectly fine right now, he doesn’t need any medical team, nor does he need America’s best genetic disease specialist. I can’t think of any reason for him to leave me, please leave."

Su Yan’s expression remained calm, "Jiayi, I know it’s hard for you to part with Zaizai all of a sudden, but you need to think about what’s best for him. It’s not a big deal, really. If you miss Zaizai, you can always fly to America to see him anytime. Nowadays, communication is so convenient, you can video call him every day without any problem."

"Cousin Jiayi, Uncle Huo and Miss Su are also thinking of Zaizai’s best interests," Xiaolei chimed in to support.

Jiayi had not cared to pay attention to Xiaolei at her side, but now, hearing her voice, she couldn’t help but turn her cheek, casting her gaze upon Xiaolei.

Did Su Yan bring Xiaolei along, and now she wants to snatch away her son, all to make her life miserable and usurp her position as the young mistress of the Huo Family?

She never coveted this so-called title of the wealthy family’s young mistress.

But if someone insists on snatching it away, that’s a different story altogether.

She left no room for sympathy, "Enough said. Zaizai is not going to America with you."

Ignoring them both, she headed straight for the ward’s main door, ready to go to the lawn and call Auntie Li and Little Baozi to be discharged from the hospital.

Seeing her refusal, Su Yan’s brows tightened, and a sharp glint crossed her eyes, her tone growing heavier:

"This concerns the health of the Huo Family’s eldest grandson, you don’t get to disagree!"

No sooner had she finished speaking when the door to the ward was suddenly thrust open.

A man’s resounding footsteps approached with a voice as cold as ice, "Is it for me to agree or not?"

Su Yan and Xiaolei both startled and fell silent.

The man, not knowing how long he had been there, stood at the doorway, tall and strapping, radiant in appearance, though his face was etched with intense coldness.

Seeing him arrive at the hospital, Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of safety flooding her heart.

From some unknown day onward, she had learned that whenever this man arrived, he would remove any thorn or obstacle within a ten-mile radius for her.

She walked up to him in a few steps, raised her face, about to speak when he took her hand in his, using his gaze to signal that he knew every word Su Yan had just spoken in the room.

Jiayi allowed her hand to be held in his grip, standing obediently by his side, no longer panicked.

With him there, she had grown accustomed to rest easy, behaving like a lazy cat.

Su Yan, seeing the handsome man she hadn’t seen for a long time, was momentarily startled. Then, seeing him holding Jiayi’s hand and looking over coldly, she snapped back to reality, her eyes flicking almost imperceptibly towards Xiaolei.

Xiaolei got the hint right away and quickly tried to smooth things over, "Cousin, you’re here. Miss Su and Uncle Huo are just worried about Zaizai, that’s why they’re thinking of taking him to America."

Huo Zhenyang treated Xiaolei’s words as if they were air, his gaze fixed solely on Su Yan, his eyes turning into icy blades, cutting to the bone:

"Is this the right time for you to speak? Shut your mouth."

Xiaolei gasped, feeling helpless as he glanced at Su Yan and took a few steps back.

Chilled to the bone by the man’s gaze, Su Yan managed to compose herself after a moment, and a slightly awkward but confident smile formed on her lips, "Zhenyang, long time no see."

Jiayi couldn’t help but find it amusing.

Perhaps Su Yan never imagined that one day she would be calling out his name in the capacity of a stepmother.

Once, she wanted to be the woman by his side, how could she have thought that she would become his father’s wife?

His thick brows twitched, the coldness in his eyes intensifying, "I will discuss Zaizai’s matter with the old master over the phone."

"But Tianpei has already decided to let me take Zaizai back to America, where the medical conditions are, after all, incomparable—"

He slightly lifted his sharp jaw with a scoff, "Zaizai is my son, no one but me has the final say. What I say to the old master is between us, it’s none of an outsider’s business."

Su Yan clenched her fists but said nothing more, only responding softly, "Alright then."

His gaze shifted, his expression clearing up, "Have you finished with the discharge procedures?"

"It’s done," Jiayi said.

He grunted, leaning over to whisper by Jiayi’s ear, "Let’s go back."

Jiayi was still somewhat concerned about Su Yan’s intent to take Zaizai to America and hesitated.

Reading her thoughts, he slid his long arm around her slender waist, pulling her subtly into his embrace, and whispered with a deep voice, "Be good. I’m here."

Su Yan’s expression changed slightly. The affection this man bestowed had never belonged to her and never would.

Xiaolei turned her face away, not wanting to see the man’s protective gestures towards that young woman, and let out a soft huff.

Although it was a faint noise, Huo Zhenyang’s sharp gaze snapped toward her with a chill, "What are you still doing here? Why haven’t you gone back?"

Xiaolei knew she had upset her cousin by being with Su Yan. Sticking out her tongue, she grabbed her purse, let out an ’Oh’ sound, threw a covert glance at Su Yan, and hurried out of the ward.

Under Su Yan’s watchful eye, Huo Zhenyang walked out of the ward with his arm around Jiayi’s waist.

Stepping outside the hospital building, Jiayi noticed he was silent and guessed his mood wasn’t great.

Indeed, his father’s remarriage to a woman nearly three to four decades his junior, a secret shotgun wedding without even a hint of notice, would upset anyone.

Especially since this young bride was also his former secretary.

He had always wanted to fire Su Yan and chase her out of the Huo Family.

However, the old master had repeatedly protected Su Yan, and after suffering a stroke and needing Su Yan’s care, he allowed her to temporarily serve the old master.

This indulgence, however, had led Su Yan to secretly get involved with Huo Tianpei, making her his nominal stepmother.

Who could possibly be in a good mood?

In the sunset’s glow, she saw his profile so gloomy it could rival the approaching night. Taking a deep breath, she slowed her pace.

Feeling her lag behind, he pulled back his wandering thoughts. The brooding expression on his face eased somewhat, and he stopped, "What’s wrong?" 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Your legs are so long, and you walk so fast, who can keep up?" She tried to lighten the tone, teasing him to cheer him up.

She didn’t like seeing his poker face.

It was frightening, like a cold bronze statue in a Greek temple, void of life.

His mood brightened slightly, and he wrapped his hand around hers tightly, drawing it to his chest. Squinting his eyes, he teased, "That’s because your legs are too short."