Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1310 - 1288: Mr. N Is a Man

Chu Xinyue stared at the message from Mr. N on the screen, paused for a moment, and a wave of inexplicable ripples flashed through her heart, but she dismissed her absurd guesses.

This experience was too ordinary, too normal.

However, did Mr. N refer to that angel as "she"?

It seems that this Mr. N really is a man, just like his ID suggests.

She originally wanted to ask Mr. N if he had found that angel, but Mr. N had already sent a message: "Good night, you should sleep early."

Chu Xinyue was a bit reluctant to end the conversation so soon: "Is it goodnight already?"

"Goodnight is just a temporary goodbye. We can continue chatting tomorrow after a good sleep."

Does this mean he will continue chatting with her?

Chu Xinyue felt much happier but also embarrassed to ask more. She didn’t need to work, but he might be a working-class person, still striving for life, so she quickly replied: "Goodnight."

She closed the private message page, put down the computer, and lay down.

The warmth and thoughtfulness of Mr. N formed a stark contrast to Ya Chen’s indifference, making her heart half warm and half inexplicably bitter.

Perhaps it was because they’d chatted that her mood was unusually calm and comfortable.

Tonight’s sleep was especially sweet.

After that, almost every night, Chu Xinyue would chat with Mr. N for a while.

At first, she was a bit guarded against him.

Gradually, she felt that he really didn’t see her as a high and mighty public figure, just a close friend.

This Mr. N, expecting no return and with no particular purpose, was gentle and understanding, never aggressive, not only a good guide but also a listener.

Chatting with him, time passed quickly and peacefully.

After a few days, Chu Xinyue had become accustomed to hearing his goodnight before putting down her computer and obediently going to sleep.

During these difficult times, her closest person wasn’t by her side, but she had a companion online whose gender and age she didn’t even know. She didn’t know whether she was unfortunate or lucky.

...

In the afternoon, after having lunch and taking her medicine, the maid cleared the dishes, placed them on a tray, and took them out.

As she walked to the staircase, she saw Dr. Han accompanying the Crown Prince coming down as well, and greeted them: "Your Highness, Dr. Han."

"How is the Crown Princess today?" Dr. Han hadn’t checked on Chu Xinyue yet today, so he casually asked.

"Very well, both her mood and body are stable. She has taken her medicine, and it seems her appetite has improved these days. I’ve seen her smile a few times; she seems to be in a rather good mood," the maid answered.

Smiling? Dr. Han was a bit surprised; how did her mood improve so quickly?

Ya Chen’s facial muscles twitched slightly, then he turned and went upstairs, striding toward Chu Xinyue’s room with his cane.

Inside the room.

Chu Xinyue wasn’t sleepy yet, leaning on the bed with a soft pillow on her stomach and the tablet propped up on it, planning to see if Mr. N was online to chat for a while before sleeping.

She was so absorbed she hadn’t noticed someone coming in.

It wasn’t until she felt a long, dark shadow at the bedside that she was startled, sitting up, the tablet in her hand hitting the bedside table with a thud and falling onto the carpet beside the bed.

Ya Chen noticed her obvious hysteria, also hearing the crisp metallic clink followed by the thud, and bent down to pick up the tablet computer: "What are you doing?"

Chu Xinyue inexplicably panicked, though she hadn’t done anything wrong, why did she feel so guilty: "N-nothing, really. I was just about to sleep."

Clearly online, yet she said she was sleeping.

He curled his lips with a cold gleam: "I never forbade you from going online, is there a need to panic like this. What were you doing? Something unspeakable?"

She was even more nervous, guilty? Would chatting online with possibly a stranger man count as guilty?

Mr. N had mentioned that men were very petty about these things.

Even if he didn’t like her, seeing his wife chatting intimately with another man online would likely upset him, right?

Moreover, she bore the title of the Royal Family’s daughter-in-law, representing the image of the Ya Family. How could she chat online with strangers?

She mumbled: "What guilty thing? I was managing my Weibo."

The page just happened to stay on Mr. N’s private message page; luckily, he couldn’t see it, and she figured he wasn’t bored enough to ask someone to specially check it for him.

He chuckled lightly, just as she predicted, seemingly too lazy to continue probing the computer’s contents; he tossed the tablet onto the nearby sofa:

"The maid said your mood has been quite good lately."

This sentence sent a wave of anxiety through Chu Xinyue, unconsciously pinching a corner of her nightgown, her whole person like a little lioness, on guard.

During this time, Ya Chen hadn’t come again, nor had he mentioned the matter of the abortion surgery, but this didn’t mean he had abandoned the idea.

Why did he come today?

Was he planning to take her to the hospital?

"As long as you don’t make me undergo surgery, my mood will naturally be good. Why did you come today? If you have nothing, can you leave? I’m feeling sleepy... and want to take a nap," she mumbled.

Ya Chen’s eyebrows moved; this was the first time this woman gave him a send-off order, whereas before, she would try every way to seek his presence and wouldn’t let him go.

It appears that the baby in her belly was truly her lifeline.

Afraid he came to pose any threat to the baby.

"A few oil tycoons from the Middle East paid a visit to Nanga two days ago, presenting the Royal Family with a batch of foreign flower seeds and saplings. Your father works in diplomacy, and as far as I remember, the Chu Family’s courtyard also has quite a collection of foreign ornamental plants. You should be familiar with floriculture; go and assist the gardener as a guide, since those flowers and trees are quite precious. It would be a shame if they were to die, and also disrespectful to our foreign guests."

Chu Xinyue was stunned, was he... allowing her to go downstairs?

Seeing her silence, Ya Chen’s tone chilled slightly: "If you’re unwilling, then forget it."

"No, no, I’m willing," she quickly agreed.

"Weren’t you just saying you were getting sleepy?" This woman could change her mind quickly enough.

If there was something to do, she wouldn’t want to be a pig all day.

"You woke me up, and now I’m not..."

"Change your clothes, get moving." His tone was like that of a military commander.

She took a deep breath, went to the dressing room to change into a suit, and when she came out, he was already gone, leaving the maid waiting for her.

Accompanied by the maid, Chu Xinyue went downstairs.

...

The batch of transplanted plants was in the garden in front of the main building.

Several gardeners were working, and upon seeing Chu Xinyue, they stopped and respectfully greeted her.

She went over and took a look; sure enough, they were foreign plants, seedlings like the Bodhi tree, Araucaria, Eardrop Acacia, and Grevillea, with flowering plants like Milan, Michelia, Barringtonia, Crossosoma, and Camellia.