Chapter 295: Chapter 293 Who is he afraid of?
Ya Qianhuai did not expect Ya Chen to be so relentless about Jiayi, and was slightly startled.
With teeth clenched, Jiayi steeled herself: "I am willing."
Taking a deep breath, she tried to meet the eyes of the man below the stage: "Ya Chen may indeed be in poor health, but please do not insult him," she pleaded, "he’s my future husband."
Those words deeply stung Huo Zhenyang.
Husband?
The man in the wheelchair is her husband?
Who then was the woman who nestled cooingly at his ear, sweetly calling him husband just days ago?
Infuriated, Huo Zhenyang couldn’t help but sneer and pushed through the crowd, striding towards Jiayi and Ya Chen with his tall figure.
"Stop him." The butler feared this man might hurt the Crown Prince or do something else abrupt and hissed an order to the captain of the royal guards at the door!
But before the captain and his men could get close, they were already firmly blocked by a wall of Huo Family bodyguards.
Huo Zhenyang smoothly ascended the white jade high platform and grabbed the girl’s slender hand like a bamboo shoot, forcefully pulling her towards him.
Jiayi was swept away from Ya Chen by a force, almost crashing into the man’s chest, and picked up the scent of danger: "Let go of me, let..."
Before she could finish, she was already enveloped in his arms, held so tightly she could not escape.
"Uh... Uh... Let go of me..." She weakly clenched her small fists, beating against his solid chest, but her wrists were soon forcefully grasped by the man, pinned between them.
He was actually humiliating her in front of so many people like this! Proving she was his!
Ya Qianhuai, Chu Yanhan, Xuan Yu, including Prime Minister Qu Wenzhong beside them, were all shocked on the spot.
"Jiayi— Jiayi— what’s wrong with you— let her go—"
Ya Chen did not know what had happened; he only heard the sounds of a body colliding, the girl’s resistance, the man’s heavy breathing, fearing that the man in his fury would hurt Jiayi.
Panicking, he lifted his arms, frantically reaching out, trying to pull Jiayi back.
For his own congenital disability, Ya Chen had never blamed Heaven or anyone else.
But at this moment, he couldn’t help but detest himself for being blind, for being paralyzed!
In the presence of the person he wanted to protect, he was helpless, not even knowing what was happening!
He groped in midair for a long time, grasping nothing but air, and in a frantic state, he propped himself up on the armrest, trying to stand up.
Because everyone’s attention was pulled away by Huo Shaomeng’s outrageous actions, they didn’t notice Ya Chen’s movement for a moment.
Overwhelmed by anxiety, Ya Chen could not sustain his body weight. Halfway up, his hand slipped, failing to grip the armrest firmly, and he, along with the wheelchair, toppled forward, crashing down the steps—
"Crown Prince!"
"Ya Chen!"
"Oh no, the Crown Prince has fallen, call a doctor quickly!"
...
With a loud crash that came with the sound of panicked shouts from the crowd, Jiayi sensed something was wrong, and realizing what had happened, was immediately horrified.
She mustered all her strength to push away the insatiable beast in front of her, regardless of her own humiliation, and ran toward Ya Chen, helping him to stand up with the butler: "Ya Chen, are you okay?"
Even a healthy person could get hurt falling from four or five steps, let alone someone paralyzed.
Ya Chen experienced an agonizing pain at his ankle and slowly opened his eyes, hearing her voice he should be okay; his thick, handsome lashes fluttered as he summoned his spirit: "I’m okay... Ow... Ow..."
Ya Qianhuai knew his son must be injured and anxiously ordered, "Bring Ya Chen inside! Call the doctor to come over quickly!"
Ya Chen, however, grabbed Jiayi’s wrist and did not allow anyone to move him.
Ya Qianhuai instantly understood his son’s concern—he was afraid that once he left, Jiayi would be taken away by Huo Shaomeng.
His heart was no longer just shocked.
Due to Ya Chen’s blindness and paralysis, his disposition had always been calm as still water, poised and indifferent, never losing his composure like he did today.
All of this was to protect Jiayi.
As a father, he had already failed to give his son a sound body; so, since his son had set his mind on marrying Jiayi, how could he stand in their way?
What was the Ya Family’s reputation and honor compared to fulfilling his son’s wish?
Ya Qianhuai settled his son’s heart, "Ya Chen, rest assured."
Hearing his father’s tone, Ya Chen knew that he had agreed to let Jiayi marry him and would not let Jiayi follow Huo Shaomeng.
He was finally at ease.
Ya Chen was lifted onto the wheelchair by the captain of the royal guards and was pushed inside by Butler Pei.
Seeing his son being wheeled away, Ya Qianhuai suppressed the turmoil in his heart and glanced at Huo Shaomeng.
This man had disrupted his son’s engagement ceremony, provoked his injury, and yet showed no remorse at the moment. His handsome face wore a relaxed and unconcerned expression, and he even seductively licked his thin lips as if savoring the pleasure of having embraced someone else’s fiancée in front of everyone just moments before.
But because of his status, Ya Qianhuai could only yield.
He faced Huo Shaomeng, "Huo Shaomeng, the Pigeon Blood Crown has already been placed on Miss Chu’s head, and according to the customs of our country, she is now the fiancee of the Crown Prince. Moreover, you have seen the feelings between Ya Chen and her—they do not wish to part. It would be unreasonable for you to continue to force the issue."
As he said this, he glanced at Prime Minister Qu Wenzhong.
As the Prime Minister of S Country, despite his reverence for Huo Shaomeng, who held a royal title in A Country, he could not neglect to support his own country’s Royal Family and stepped forward:
"Your Highness, please consider my face and let it go."
Prime Minister Qu did not address him as "Huo Shaomeng" but used "Your Highness," reminding Huo Zhenyang of his identity and the diplomatic relations between A Country and S Country.
Not to let a woman damage the friendly international ties.
This Miss Chu, after all, had only been by Huo Shaomeng’s side for a year and was nothing more in his eyes than a "pet." Was she really that important?
Did men not understand what the term "pet" implied? It was essentially for warming one’s bed.
If she was just a bed-warming pet, why be so serious about it?
Of course, this third young miss of the Chu Family was somewhat beautiful, but there were too many beautiful women in the world.
If Huo Shaomeng was willing to back down, he would immediately find several stunning beauties for him in S Country.
So, when Qu Wenzhong said this, he was very confident that Huo Zhenyang would give him face.
Huo Zhenyang had long noticed the Prime Minister of S Country in the corner.
Ya Qianhuai, this old fox, afraid he couldn’t withstand the pressure alone, had the Prime Minister come for support, huh?
But Huo Zhenyang had never been afraid of anyone.
"Let it go? If the Prime Minister’s wife was abducted, would you just let it go? I’ve heard your wife loves shopping in Europe, sometimes going two or three times a week. What if one day, she carelessly disappears in some luxury store? Will the Prime Minister look for her, or will he just... let it go?"
He cast a sidelong glance at Qu Wenzhong, his tone playful.
