Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1278 - 1256: Ya Chen’s Secret 2

He was clearly tense about her safety.

But for some reason, he refused to show it and even kept his distance.

He lowered his dense eyelashes, a trace of coldness on the corner of his lips: "I remember reading a fable when I was a child, about a mosquito and a rhino crossing a river."

Chu Xinyue didn’t understand why he was interested in telling a story at this moment, but she perked up her ears, pretending to listen attentively.

"The mosquito and the rhino crossed the river together. The mosquito didn’t want to fly and lay on the rhino’s back. The rhino swam to the shore, and the mosquito boasted of its cleverness, saying proudly: I crossed without any effort, while you carried me for half a day. The rhino said slowly: When you lay on my back, I didn’t feel anything. When you left, I didn’t notice. You’re not as important as you think; whether you stay or leave, there’s no need to tell me."

She immediately understood his intention; he was using this story to tell her it was all her wishful thinking, and she didn’t need to see herself as too important.

He was just like the rhino carrying her across the river.

He saved her life, and in her view, he was good to her.

But for him, it was just a trivial gesture, nothing at all.

Chu Xinyue didn’t speak for a long time, feeling somewhat unwilling to give in, she raised her face: "Fine, I’ll tell you a story too."

It’s just storytelling, she could do it too.

Ya Chen lightly frowned, narrating the story meant to let her not dwell on him saving her, to not invest too much in herself. Did this woman not understand?

She began to talk to herself: "A newly married giraffe and monkey had a fight. The giraffe said: I’m fed up with this life of bowing and bending. The monkey, angered, said: And I? I have to climb a tree just to kiss!"

Ya Chen’s lips quivered slightly, holding a hint of coldness: "There’s nothing wrong with the joke; if it’s not suitable, it’s best to keep a distance, to coexist peacefully."

Chu Xinyue retorted: "No, the joke means even different species can marry, what’s impossible?"

Ya Chen: "..."

The air in the ward suddenly became quiet.

He didn’t know where she learned these jokes, but sensed she was really different from before.

He deepened his gaze, turned around: "I have matters to attend to, just came by this once. I’ll be going now."

She didn’t stop him, watching him gently close the door, his figure turning the corner and disappearing.

If different species can marry, what can’t be openly discussed, what can’t be overcome?

But he insisted on keeping people at a distance of thousands of miles.

Insisted on using Lan Yurou as a needle, pricking at her heart.

*******

Ya Chen, accompanied by two guards, walked out of the hospital, preparing to return to the Royal Office Building.

Just as he stepped down, one guard went to fetch the car.

The other guard seemed startled, as if recognizing someone: "Mr. Huo... Huo?"

In the gently flowing night breeze, Huo Zhenyang stood with both hands in his trouser pockets, legs stretched straight, leaning against a locally-plated black Lamborghini, his deep eyes looked over like a bandit of the dark night, seeing into the deepest, most untouchable parts of a person’s heart.

Ya Chen followed the source of the guard’s voice.

Huo Zhenyang had just come out of the hotel, his steps still slightly unsteady, walking briskly over and greeting him.

"Why are you at the hospital so late?" Ya Chen queried.

"Jiayi made a huge fuss about wanting to see her sister tonight. She just got discharged herself, and I didn’t want her running back and forth multiple times, so I came on her behalf. Seeing you just visited, Xinyue must be fine, so I won’t go in."

Ya Chen clearly did not accept this explanation, his face darkened suddenly, raising his hand he waved lightly.

The guards understood and immediately withdrew.

Between the two tall and handsome men, the atmosphere became inexplicably tense.

"I doubt you came just to see Jiayi’s sister for her," Ya Chen said flatly, yet cutting through the pretense.

He knew what kind of person Huo Zhenyang was, there had to be a reason for him to come in person.

The man in front, his real purpose lay elsewhere.

Having guessed somewhat, Huo Zhenyang, with an almost imperceptible hint of amusement in his tone, spoke candidly: "I must say, even though you’re blind, you see sharper than most people."

"If you have something to say, just say it." Ya Chen wasn’t in the mood to joke around.

Huo Zhenyang’s smile froze, his tone gaining a touch of teasing: "When Xinyue was in surgery, I heard from my father-in-law and Jiayi about her blood type. Today, George provided me with an investigation of another person with a very unique blood type; in the whole country there are only seven or eight people, in Nanga, no more than two or three. And this person’s blood type matches Xinyue’s exactly."

Ya Chen’s brows furrowed heavily, clenching his teeth, his expression turned icy, stepping forward with an instinct, grabbing his collar: "Huo Zhenyang, how dare you investigate me?"

Huo Zhenyang’s amusement only grew, casually breaking away: "Why so touchy-feely? Don’t let anyone misunderstand, we both have wives. Don’t get it wrong, I didn’t investigate you, I investigated—’that person’."

Squinting slightly, his gaze turned distant and meaningful: "So, this is why you’ve been hiding her all along?"

Ya Chen’s anger subsided, but he kept a cold face: "It’s none of your business. I warn you, don’t tell anyone."

Huo Zhenyang, however, raised his chin, thoughtfully observing him.

If he was keeping Lan Yurou for Chu Xinyue, then of course, this matter had to be hidden secretly, without leaking a single detail.

Probably not even his closest guards knew!

He was the future ruler of a country; if it became known he kept someone as a living blood bank for his wife—

This utterly inhumane act would be condemned by the public!

Chu Xinyue’s heart transplant surgery required a large amount of reserve blood.

In a critical moment, a complete blood replacement might be necessary, and a mere bit of blood wouldn’t suffice.

Lan Yurou was merely the lifesaving source for Chu Xinyue’s blood replacement.

All these years, taking elaborate care of that female star, with utmost concern, protected by bodyguards at every outing, attended by top-notch servants at home, ordering her to quit the entertainment industry, was to prevent accidents, or any decline in constitution, ensuring the quality of her blood wouldn’t affect Chu Xinyue’s health?

For a person, let alone full-body blood replacement, even losing less than a third would lead to death.

Did Lan Yurou even know she was merely Ya Chen’s living blood bank?

Huo Zhenyang observed the man before him, lightly shaking his head, for the sake of his ailing wife, disregarding his own status, his future image as Prince?

Was this truly the Ya Chen he knew?

These years, Ya Chen’s distanced demeanor towards Chu Xinyue, neither hot nor cold, perhaps was connected to this matter.