Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 599 - 597: Do I Need to Knock?

Jiayi couldn’t help but chase a few steps towards the direction the car had left.

Just then, someone grabbed her arm, "Miss Chu, what’s wrong? Are you okay?"

Xiaoqin had followed her out, looking at her with concern.

Jiayi’s spirit was abruptly pulled back, and she regained her composure, "It’s nothing."

"Right, the person who pulled Miss Chu out from the crowd of reporters, do you know him?" Xiaoqin had been pushed aside by the reporters, but she still managed to get a glimpse.

Jiayi’s heart inexplicably skipped a beat, "No... I don’t know him. He might be a passerby who couldn’t stand by and did a good deed."

Xiaoqin didn’t ask further. Her gaze shifted and landed on Jiayi’s arm, where an obvious bruise was surfacing on the snowy skin. Startled, she asked, "Miss Chu, you’re hurt. Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Only then did Jiayi feel a slight stinging pain in her hand. Looking at it, she smiled faintly, "It’s fine. It’s just a bruise. It’s a minor matter, not dramatic enough to go to the hospital."

Xiaoqin was still looking concerned. Just as she was about to say something, the bodyguard had already driven the car over.

Jiayi got straight into the car, and just before she entered the vehicle, she couldn’t help but raise her head and glance in the direction the man had left.

**

By the time she returned to Disheng, it was getting late.

Upon entering the villa, Xiaoqin and the bodyguards carried in shopping bags of all sizes, handing them to the house servants who then took them upstairs to sort and store properly.

As Jiayi took off her coat, Auntie Li immediately noticed the bruise on her arm and asked hurriedly, "What happened here?"

Xiaoqin’s voice was tense, "Today at the mall, reporters ran into Miss Chu. They chased her for an interview and accidentally caused Miss Chu to get hurt. It’s our fault for not taking good care of her."

Jiayi saw Xiaoqin and the bodyguards all looked panic-stricken, so she interjected, "It’s fine. Who doesn’t get bumps and scrapes? Don’t mention such a trivial matter to the young master."

Auntie Li nodded.

Xiaoqin and the bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief, extremely grateful, "Thank you, Miss Chu."

The Boss’s concern for Miss Chu was palpable, even without mentioning it. Otherwise, he wouldn’t provide such comprehensive protection for Miss Chu and her son every time they went out. If he found out Miss Chu was injured, he would probably go through the roof.

Although it was only a bruise, Auntie Li still didn’t dare to take it lightly. She went to fetch a bottle of medicated oil and handed it to Jiayi.

Holding the medicated oil, Jiayi went upstairs, closed her room door, sat on the sofa, rolled up her sleeve, and cautiously applied some oil on the bruise.

It didn’t seem like much before, but now it appeared to have swollen even more.

She endured the pain, gently massaging it.

*

Downstairs, the sound of a car entering the courtyard could be heard as the villa’s gate slowly opened.

Auntie Li went out to greet them, "The young master is back."

Xiaoqin and the bodyguards hadn’t departed yet. They exchanged glances and followed the household staff to welcome the arrival.

George got out first, walked around to the back seat, and opened the door.

Huo Zhenyang got out of the car, looking slightly weary in his sharp facial features.

He had spent the day explaining the illegitimate child incident to the upper echelons of the government.

To secure the position of the mayor of Yunling City, he had started deploying funds for a public image project since returning to the country. The government viewed him as a god of wealth and was reluctant to let him go. Moreover, the groundwork laid the night before worked well; the public didn’t have much to say against him, instead offering praise after praise, leaving his political rivals speechless. The government didn’t have much to say either, as long as he took care of public sentiment.

This incident had been smoothly resolved under his control.

His piercing gaze swept over the group of people who had come to greet him, finally settling on Xiaoqin and his party on the steps, "She’s back?" Subconsciously glancing at his wrist, it wasn’t even five o’clock in the afternoon yet.

Xiaoqin walked down the steps in a few strides, whispering, "Yes, Boss. Miss Chu just got back."

"So soon? Didn’t you take her for a longer stroll?"

Xiaoqin, though fearful of Huo Zhenyang’s authority, dared not hide the truth, "We ran into reporters at the mall. It was my negligence, Boss. Miss Chu and I were separated by the reporters, and she was relentlessly questioned, accidentally injuring her hand. I think it ruined her mood. Fearing the reporters would continue to follow and harass Miss Chu, I accompanied her back first."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent; nobody spoke, as if they had fallen into an ancient well.

Huo Zhenyang’s face was unreadable, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, speaking as if to Xiaoqin yet as if to himself, "Chased by reporters?"

With his head bowed, Xiaoqin didn’t dare to breathe out loud, "Hmm, fortunately a kind-hearted passerby helped Miss Chu get away. Boss, it was my dereliction of duty. I will reflect on it thoroughly, I’m sorry..."

Before he could finish, Huo Zhenyang raised his hand abruptly, and in an instant, Xiaoqin’s voice halted, staring dumbly at his superior, too afraid to speak.

"No need for reflection. You need not come in tomorrow." The man said indifferently, absent of anger on his face, but his icy demeanor sent chills down everyone’s spine as he directly walked into the villa.

**

Upstairs.

After Jiayi had applied the medicated oil and had just tightened the cap, she heard the man’s familiar footsteps and the respectful voices of the servants from downstairs, "Young Master."

As expected, a dozen seconds later, Jiayi could hear footsteps ascending the stairs, then steadily approaching the guest room.

The door was pushed open, and as she looked up, she met Huo Zhenyang’s somewhat somber handsome face. She felt a bit panicked and subconsciously put the medicated oil on the side table, standing up, "Why didn’t you knock?"

"Do I need to knock in my own house?"

She felt abashed, realizing the folly of her question and didn’t bother to engage with him further, letting down the sleeve she had rolled up.

His gaze darkened. He walked over in two strides, grabbed her wrist, and lifted her injured arm entirely, pulling up her sleeve with a swish.

The purplish bruise was stark against her delicate, fair skin.

Feeling unnerved by his stare, she pouted, "Is there any need to make such a fuss?"

Before she could finish, the man’s rough fingertips brushed over the bruise.

Her pupils contracted as she yelped in pain and pulled her arm back, "Ow—what are you doing! Can’t you be gentler!"

"Didn’t you say there was no need to make a fuss?" Huo Zhenyang coldly watched her sweat from the pain.

She was too lazy to argue and snatched her arm away swiftly.

Huo Zhenyang’s lips curled disdainfully, "Sit down." With that, he turned and walked out.

Unsure of his intentions, a few minutes later, Huo Zhenyang entered with an ice bucket in hand.

It seemed to be the ice bucket he usually used when drinking whiskey.

Seeing him take a few ice cubes out and wrap them in a towel, he crouched at the edge of the sofa for convenience, rolled up her sleeve again, and applied the ice to the bruised area.

She winced, her delicate brows raising, "I’ve already applied medicated oil, no need for more ice."

Still living as a mother but a woman of low self-care ability, he looked up at her helplessly and not without contempt, "Medicated oil treats sprains and bruises, but bruises only need to be iced. The consequence of using medicated oil is that the swelling will continue tonight, and by tomorrow it will blow up like a pig’s trotter, and it’ll still hurt for at least a week."

Scared by his warning, she dared not move any longer, allowing him to ice her injury.