Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1267 - 1245: It’s Nothing, She’s Just Spoiled

Chapter 1267: Chapter 1245: It’s Nothing, She’s Just Spoiled

Not far away, Jiayi saw Lan Yurou bump into Huo Zhenyang, who was still in the army, and not only stopped but also quietly hid behind a military vehicle.

Why is Lan Yurou looking for Huo Zhenyang?

Someone actually still speaks to her so kindly?

Lan Yurou hadn’t expected Huo Zhenyang to be so amicable toward her and felt flattered, biting her lip slightly: "I’ve long admired Master Huo’s reputation. When I first debuted, I took a few ads, all products under the Huo Group, but I’ve never met you. It’s a fateful encounter to see you today, so I’m here to say hello. I hope I’m not disturbing you."

Huo Zhenyang was no stranger to being pestered by actresses, having grown accustomed to the tricks of women from the entertainment industry. Watching her act so coquettishly, he raised an eyebrow and lazily said, "You’re not disturbing."

Lan Yurou was even more delighted, sneaking a glance at the man in front of her.

This man, so esteemed in China’s business circles, and also a prince in A Country, surely he usually has many women around him?

Probably for that reason, he was so indifferent to her advances.

She grew bolder, flashing a charming smile: "Since Master Huo has some time, I wonder if it would be convenient to say a few words."

Huo Zhenyang’s eyes moved, and the sneer at the corner of his lips deepened. He waved his hand.

The officers stepped a few paces back, waiting at a distance.

Lan Yurou instinctively displayed her feminine charm, slowly leaning closer until she was just two or three centimeters away from the man in front of her, then stopped, with her face slightly lowered: "Ya Chen has been too busy these days to see me. I know you’ve been discussing business with him frequently lately, so I’m shamelessly asking Master Huo, to ease my mind, to let me know how he is, if he’s eating well."

"The Crown Prince is well. It seems, Miss Lan, you and Ya Chen are quite close," Huo Zhenyang mused.

"Don’t laugh at me, Master Huo. Actually, I’ve been with Ya Chen for two years. I know the Third Miss has possibly mentioned me and Ya Chen to you, and Master Huo’s impression of me... might not be good, thinking I’m a home-wrecker. But being with Ya Chen isn’t for fame or fortune; I truly love him, and he’s also taken good care of me these past two years."

Lan Yurou bit her lip, her voice tinged with a pitiable sob.

Huo Zhenyang’s lips curved with a faint cold gleam as he scrutinized Lan Yurou from top to bottom: "Yes, I did hear my wife say that Ya Chen regards Miss Lan quite uniquely. I know Ya Chen’s temperament well; he doesn’t have much interest in women. I’ve always been curious about what unique qualities could captivate a man like Ya Chen to ignore his family. Seeing you today, I still don’t see it."

I’ve always suspected there’s a hidden motive for Ya Chen to support this actress, but I can’t figure it out.

Seeing this actress today, she’s nothing special, just excessively dramatic.

So, what is it that makes Ya Chen so attentive to this actress?

Lan Yurou was taken aback by his words, which sounded like mockery...?

She didn’t think too much, lowering her blushing cheeks: "Master Huo, could you tell Ya Chen to make some time to see me? As you’re now a guest of our country and related to Ya Chen, if you ask, Ya Chen will surely agree. Could you?"

Huo Zhenyang’s thin lips curled up, revealing a razor-sharp, icy edge filled with contempt, though Lan Yurou didn’t see it as she kept her head down.

He was willing to stop and talk to Lan Yurou, only to probe what it was about her that warranted Ya Chen’s patronage.

Now, unable to find anything remarkable about Lan Yurou, he couldn’t be bothered to talk nonsense with her.

He narrowed his deep eyes, clasping his hands behind his back, and slowly walked toward Lan Yurou across from him.

The faint scent of sandalwood and robustly masculine ambergris on him assaulted Lan Yurou’s senses, making her catch her breath and her heartbeat quicken.

"Then just wait." He leaned down and whispered those clearly mocking five words into her ear as he brushed past her and walked away briskly.

How dare she ask him to speak on her behalf.

Ridiculous.

Lan Yurou’s heart thundered, captivated by the man’s charm, entirely missing the scorn and rejection in those few words.

Just wait? Does that mean he’ll help me?

Could Master Huo have a favorable impression of me?

She gazed adoringly at the man’s heroic figure as he merged back with the group of officers, her palms sweating, lost in thought.

Even if Ya Chen doesn’t want to marry me, being linked to Master Huo wouldn’t be bad either...

Not far away, Huo Zhenyang continued strolling with several officers.

A few minutes later, he’d completely forgotten the earlier encounter with Lan Yurou and resumed discussing recent national events.

Suddenly, a little officer’s surprised voice called out up ahead: "Miss, who are you? How did you enter the military area? This is a restricted area, you can’t wander in."

Everyone looked over.

Huo Zhenyang raised an eyebrow sharply.

The lady the little officer had "caught" was sneakily hiding beside a military vehicle.

It was the Little Kitten.

What was that girl doing today, coming without saying a word?

He frowned and said loudly, "That’s my wife."

The officers quickly said, "Oh, it’s Lady Chu."

They then hurriedly told the little officer, "Quick, invite Lady Chu over!"

Jiayi walked over briskly.

The officers began to respectfully ask, "Did Miss Chu come to the camp to see Master Huo?"

"We heard the princess consort arrived earlier. Did Lady Chu come with her by any chance?"

Jiayi didn’t respond to the officers, only staring intently at Huo Zhenyang.

Seeing her face reddened, as if tanned by the sun, he felt something was off and unapologetically cupped her slender arm in public, wrapping her into half a hug, and raised his hand to touch her forehead: "No fever, what’s wrong?"

She shrugged off his hand, breaking free from his embrace: "You’re the one who’s crazy!"

With that, she glared at him fiercely and turned to run toward the vehicle.

The officers were astonished.

They all exclaimed:

"Master Huo, what’s... wrong with Lady Chu?"

"Is Lady Chu okay?"

Huo Zhenyang’s face darkened, furrowing his brows: "Nothing, just spoiled. The little girl likes to throw tantrums." He said and walked over.

The officers exchanged glances, indeed, said Lady Chu is spoiled. To dare sulk openly at Master Huo, but he didn’t get angry!

Meanwhile, Jiayi hadn’t reached the vehicle, feeling herself lifted into the air and carried under an arm, heading in another direction.

She was startled, instinctively hugging his firm, narrow waist, afraid the soldiers passing by would see her, pinched and slapped, utterly embarrassed:

"Put me down! Ah - I’m going to fall -"