Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1361 - 1339: The Grand Finale (Part 1)

Chu Xinyue laughed with tears: "That’s not going to work."

"What’s so great about that job? Why not quit?" He pressed relentlessly.

She said solemnly, "No."

Only then did his fingers reluctantly loosen one by one. Never mind, he had used all his ancient power last night to make her "yield"; he couldn’t offend her again.

If it weren’t for her loving this job, he would definitely make her quit immediately.

Taking advantage of him letting go, she quickly ran to the bathroom to wash up, then returned to her room to change clothes. When she took off her outerwear, she realized the clothes she wore could barely be called clothing; the edges were torn into strips. In the mirror, her fair neck was marked with clusters of strawberry-like blushes, making one blush and ears grow hot.

Even though she took a shower, she still smelled of him.

After tidying up, she grabbed her handbag and left the suite, taking the elevator downstairs.

Inside the bedroom, the bed beside Ya Chen was empty, causing him to feel a bit lonely and cold. Stretching lazily, his expression suddenly solidified, and he called out.

The guard heard him, hurriedly opened the door, and upon entering, smelled the fragrance unique to mixed genders in the room. The prince sat half-naked on the bed, and a trace of redness flashed across his nose.

The Crown Princess stayed in the prince’s room overnight.

Sometimes getting a little wet in the rain does have its advantages.

The guard coughed twice: "Any orders, Your Highness?"

"She left?"

"Mm, the Crown Princess just entered the elevator."

Without further ado, Ya Chen grabbed the jacket beside him and draped it over his shoulders, his long legs touching the floor.

The guard was startled: "Your Highness, what’s wrong?"

"Have room service prepare breakfast within three minutes." His tone was serious, his expression extremely earnest.

She exerted a lot of energy last night; skipping breakfast is not an option.

The guard took a deep breath, understood, and immediately turned to leave.

...

Chu Xinyue walked out of Junhao Hotel, ready to flag down a taxi on the opposite side of the road to go to the magazine office.

The morning sun was bright and splendid, heralding a new day.

A green taxi passed by and screeched to a halt next to her. The sharp sound of the brakes was particularly piercing in the morning.

With the car door flung open, Lan Yurou rushed out, heading straight towards Chu Xinyue. Even from several meters away, Chu Xinyue could clearly see the anger on Lan Yurou’s face.

"Why did you harm me!" Lan Yurou stood still, glaring at Chu Xinyue angrily.

With that stance, she looked as if she wanted to scratch her with her nails in the next moment!

Chu Xinyue frowned: "Why are you here?"

"Why can’t I be here? Afraid I’ll find you? Knowing you’ve done something guilty?"

Only now did Chu Xinyue recall what she just said—harming her? Coldly: "I don’t understand what you mean."

"What shady tactics did you use to harm people, and you need me to say it? Stop pretending." Lan Yurou sneered coldly, folding her arms.

Seeing her trapped like a cornered dog, Chu Xinyue felt oddly amused: "A ghost really bumped into me early in the morning; I don’t have the time to harm you."

Lan Yurou’s face turned purple with anger: "You still won’t admit it! Sister Quan had the director cancel my contract, kicked me out of the crew, and now, no other show will use me. Even for variety shows, nobody will hire me. I heard Sister Quan spoke to the bigshots in the circle and has blacklisted me! It was you, you had Sister Quan oppress me, didn’t you?" 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Chu Xinyue was taken aback; she didn’t expect Sister Quan to be so efficient, having already started to strike against Lan Yurou. She replied coldly, "I’ll say it again, I don’t have the idle mind to ask Sister Quan to suppress you."

"Don’t deny it. I saw you at the photo studio the other day, being all cozy with Sister Quan, even went out to eat together! If you didn’t tell Sister Quan to suppress me, who else would?"

Chu Xinyue mocked: "Then you should ask yourself—aren’t you just asking for trouble, offending Sister Quan without even realizing it?"

"You—"

Chu Xinyue couldn’t be bothered arguing and sidestepped her, planning to cross the street.

Lan Yurou took a few steps forward, grabbed her arm and spat angrily: "Don’t think having Sister Quan’s support means you can suppress me. Hah, wanting Sister Quan to blacklist me? Dream on! Sure, Sister Quan has high standing in Hua Entertainment Circle, but she’s just an old woman now. Does she think it’s still her era? How dare she believe she can crush me? I don’t believe all the bosses in the entertainment circle obey her! Just you wait, once I find a benefactor willing to support me, I’ll make a comeback! None of you, don’t ever think of seeing me as a joke!"

Hearing her berating like a mad dog made Chu Xinyue reconsider arguing. But hearing Lan Yurou belittle Sister Quan changed her face.

After all, Sister Quan is her friend; not standing up for her—is that appropriate?

She suddenly gripped her wrist, pulling it upward, sneering: "Old woman? Rest assured, you’ll have your day too! Unless you die young, never living to be old!"

With that, she pushed Lan Yurou away, detesting contact.

Lan Yurou staggered back a few steps, losing control from anger, charged forward and gave Chu Xinyue’s retreating figure a hard shove.

Caught off guard, Chu Xinyue stumbled towards the center of the road, cold sweat breaking out as cars whizzed by. Just then, a hand grabbed her wrist, dragging her back!

Turning around, Ya Chen’s expressionless face came into view.

She exhaled deeply, now pulled behind him.

Ya Chen pulled her back from the road in one swift motion, then his fiery gaze turned toward the stunned Lan Yurou.

Lan Yurou froze in fear at Ya Chen’s appearance. Whenever she looked at this man, all she felt was intense fear and chill; it was as if she confronted her nemesis. He nearly cost her her life before.

"What’s going on." He asked coldly.

Lan Yurou swallowed, gritting her teeth: "I’ve already left Nanga, yet she’s still bent on destroying me, having Sister Quan blacklist me! She’s so heartless."

Heartless? Describing the Crown Princess like that in the Prince’s presence—does she have a death wish?

The guard broke out in a sweat for Lan Yurou, yet, even if the Crown Princess were heartless, the Prince loved her deeply, all right.

Unexpectedly, Ya Chen didn’t rage; he merely curled his lips with amusement: "Lost your job?"

Seeing his calm response and even asking about her situation, Lan Yurou’s heart surged with joy. She nodded, squeezing out a few tears: "Mm, I barely landed a role in China, simply wanting a quiet life, and yet—" she glanced at Chu Xinyue, choked, "but why won’t she leave me be."

With tears on her face like a helpless blossom, Chu Xinyue furrowed her brows—this Lan Yurou, if she applied her acting in the profession, wouldn’t she rely less on men to get ahead!

"Stop crying. I’ll find you another job as compensation." Ya Chen raised his hand, signaling the guard behind him with a snap.