Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 87 - 85 Baby, So Good

"Master, young master, it’s getting late. It’s time for dinner. I’ll go tell the kitchen to serve the dishes," said the butler as he approached Huo Tianpei and Jiayi with a smile, interrupting their pleasant conversation.

Huo Tianpei nodded, "Alright, let’s serve the dishes." With that, he stood up, gesturing for Jiayi to sit at the dining table.

From upstairs, there came the sound of footsteps, accompanied by a woman’s laughter-infused, clear voice:

"Oh, dinner’s starting? Good, the guest I invited should be arriving soon. Father, please take a seat, I’ll go and check outside."

Huo Tianpei hadn’t expected his wife to have invited another guest and frowned, "Who is coming? We are having a family dinner today. Why invite outsiders?"

"Father, she’s no outsider. She’s my relative, once very close to our Huo Family, nearly becoming one of us. You know her," Yao Zhenru said, laughing as she descended the stairs.

At Yao Zhenru’s words, Jiayi’s eyes flickered as if she had guessed who the guest might be.

Just then, the voice of a Huo Family servant came from the doorway, followed by light footsteps as a young woman walked in.

Indeed, it was Mu Qingran.

Zhenyang hadn’t expected Mu Qingran to have returned from abroad so soon, and to the Huo Garden no less.

That evening, she wore a light blue dress, looking very ladylike. Her hair hung loose, and her face was clear and free of makeup. Even without adornment, she was quite likable, especially likely to win the favor of the elderly.

"Ah, Qingran, you’re here. I was just about to go outside to wait for you. Come, come, quickly say hello to your uncle by marriage," said Yao Zhenru as she walked over and warmly took hold of her niece’s arm.

Mu Qingran approached Huo Tianpei and said gently, "Uncle Huo, hello. It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other."

Huo Tianpei wasn’t expecting his son’s former fiancée.

Years ago, he thought his son would marry Mu Qingran. Unexpectedly, overnight they broke up and Mu Qingran left.

He asked his son what happened, but his son didn’t say much, only that their personalities didn’t match and they had broken up. Thus, the father didn’t press the issue.

Yet today, Mu Qingran had returned and suddenly appeared at their doorstep.

Huo Zhenyang also hadn’t expected Mu Qingran to be so audacious as to show up in person.

Back then, it was under Yao Zhenru’s instigation that Mu Qingran stole the bidding document. Huo Zhenyang had found out through private investigation. Yao Zhenru was shrewd; as soon as she was discovered, she destroyed the evidence and sent Mu Qingran abroad. Consequently, even if Zhenyang reported it to his father, there wouldn’t be any solid evidence, and his stepmother might even turn the tables on him.

Moreover, his father’s health was fragile at that time, suffering a relapse of his heart condition while convalescing abroad. The doctors stressed that he must avoid any external disturbances and maintain a good mood.

Worried that such familial strife would negatively affect his father, Zhenyang hadn’t disclosed the incident, instead decisively ending things with Mu Qingran and from then on began to guard against his stepmother.

Therefore, Huo Tianpei was unaware of these past events.

It was at this moment that Yao Zhenru conveniently spoke up, "Father, Qingran has been abroad for these years and is now a part of the management at a big red wine company in Europe! As soon as she returned to the country, she kept saying she wanted to visit us. Since we’re dining together today, I invited her over. You wouldn’t mind, would you?"

Even though his son already had a girlfriend, Mu Qingran was still his wife’s relative. And now that she was here, they couldn’t just send her away, could they?

Therefore, Huo Tianpei politely said, "Since Qingran has come, please take a seat."

Mu Qingran expressed her thanks gracefully: "Thank you, Uncle." After speaking, she took Yao Zhenru by the arm, sat down at the table edge, and stared at Huo Zhenyang with glowing eyes.

Jiayi glanced at the man beside her and felt her hand suddenly being grasped before being held in return.

Huo Zhenyang led Jiayi silently to one side of the dining table and sat down.

Mu Qingran’s expression changed, and she bit her lip.

After everyone was seated, the European butler directed the servants to serve the dishes.

"Qingran, it’s been a long time since you and Zhenyang have seen each other. Come on, let’s toast," Yao Zhenru winked.

Mu Qingran’s face turned red, and she stole another glance at Jiayi: "Aunt, is this really okay? Zhenyang’s girlfriend is still here."

"Oh, it’s just a toast. Can’t exes be friends? It’s the 21st century, not ancient times. If Jiayi gets jealous over this, that would be too petty. How could she be Zhenyang’s girlfriend then?" Yao Zhenru pushed out her lips and raised her phoenix-shaped eyes.

No longer hesitating, Mu Qingran looked at Huo Zhenyang with anticipation and raised her glass gently, her voice soft: "Zhenyang."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes moved slightly, flashing a coldness that was hard to detect. He glanced at Jiayi and then cracked a shallow smile:

"Why don’t you do it for me, baby?"

Mu Qingran was startled, her face flushing, and her tone conveyed a pitiful grievance: "Zhenyang, I, I just wanted to toast with you. You don’t have to have someone else do this ..."

Huo Zhenyang leaned to the side, wrapping his long arm around Jiayi’s waist, his voice tender and deep: "She’s my woman, and at any time, at any place, for any matter, she can fully represent me. That includes drinking and toasting."

In front of everyone, the man made no effort to hide his doting and regard for the girl at his side as if she were his precious gem.

"Baby, won’t you toast with the guest? Hmm?" Huo Zhenyang whispered in Jiayi’s ear, his tone gentle but forceful, reminding her a second time.

Jiayi had no choice but to raise her glass and gently touched it to Mu Qingran’s across the table, the "clang" sound crisp, then she took a small sip and lifted her glass to show Mu Qingran that she had drunk.

Huo Zhenyang discreetly patted her bottom, his lips tilting up in a satisfied smile, and he praised without stinting: "Good girl."

Huo Tianpei, seeing his son’s actions toward Jiayi, knew their relationship was very good, and he said with a smile, "Zhenyang, it seems you’re treating Jiayi better and better. What are your plans for the future, you two?"

Huo Zhenyang knew well what the old man meant, swirling his wine glass, his eyes revealing a faint smile: "Dad, about the suggestion you made on the phone last time, I have given it serious thought, and I’ve decided to give Jiayi a proper status as soon as possible. In a while, I plan to pick an appropriate time to announce my relationship with Jiayi to the public and officially get engaged to her."

At these words, Huo Tianpei was very surprised: "Really?"

Jiayi, too, was startled, but thankfully Huo Zhenyang held her hand tightly under the table, so she managed not to stand up.

The man’s gaze drifted over, a beacon of reassurance.

Clearly, he had made up his mind, leaving no room for her to refuse.

She finally understood why he had insisted she dress so formally for dinner at the Huo Garden today—it was to formally announce their engagement in front of the patriarch.