Chapter 223: Scold Out of the Earth

Chapter 223

"Rest well, don't look at your phone anymore."

Huo Shao Ting cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks and came in to see her engrossed in her phone, and frowned to remind her.

Rong Dai was in a very good mood, with a charming smile on her beautiful face, and beckoned him over.

Huo Shao Ting wiped his hands and walked to the bedside. Although there was heating in the room, the weather in Shenjing in January was extremely cold.

He took a wool sweater and covered her with it, then tucked in the quilt and held her in his arms.

Rong Dai leaned against his chest accordingly, showing him the hot search on her phone, "The TK Show is postponed for ten days, which is good news for me."

"Shao Ting, this is a great opportunity for me. I like embroidery and want to make it my career."

"I know how fortunate I am as your wife that I don't have to worry about material needs. But I think I can do even better."

"Although I don't care about their comments and opinions, I don't want to give people an excuse to attack you because of my personal reasons."

She put her phone aside, turned slightly to hug Huo Shao Ting's waist, and said in a soft, sincere voice.

Huo Shao Ting understood her thoughts, raised his hand to tidy up the stray hair at her temple, and kissed her forehead, "Just do what you want, I'll always be there for you."

Rong Dai felt a warmth rising in her heart as she pressed her head tightly against his chest.

"Rest for a while longer, I'll take care of some things."

After hugging each other for about ten minutes, seeing that she still looked tired, Huo Shao Ting couldn't help but kiss her cheek. Thinking of the hardships she endured at the film and television city, he felt heartache.

Rong Dai was indeed tired, nodding and lying down to sleep again.

After she fell asleep, Huo Shao Ting took his laptop to the sofa to work.

Since his wife was busy starting a business and had no time to accompany him, he would have to make time to accompany her.

He had just been working for a few minutes when Lu Nianzhi sent him a text asking if he needed PR.

The nearly hour-long loss of contact on the plane last night, although only a short hour, she and Rong Dai had both experienced a life-and-death test.

No one had more right to speak than them who had experienced it.

However, when Huo Shao Ting went to pick her up last night, the moment he kissed Rong Dai was captured by the paparazzi and became a hot search item.

The public's attitude towards Rong Dai now is very unforgiving.

Appearing in the hot search several times, and all for very bad things.

Coupled with Yang Wanwan's previous incident, in the eyes of the public, Rong Dai is now just a rich man's wife.

Seeing the dazzling night view of Shenjing outside the window, Rong Dai came to the study with a thin blanket wrapped around her to find him.

"Don't overwork yourself, Shao Ting."

She leaned on his shoulder and looked at the data on the computer screen, which was like hieroglyphics to her.

"Come here."

Huo Shao Ting pulled back his chair slightly and put his arm around Rong Dai's waist to sit her on his lap.

Although Rong Dai was a tall 175cm for a girl, she still looked much daintier sitting in Huo Shao Ting's arms, as Huo Shao Ting was a full 190cm tall.

"Have you decided on a name for the studio?" He moved the mouse to turn off the data and brought up some pictures.

"These locations are all good. See which one you like?"

Huo Shao Ting asked her.

Rong Dai looked at these places carefully and seriously. Although the photos looked very good, she still wanted to go and see them herself.

"Leave it to Sister Nianzhi. I'll go take a look with her tomorrow."

Mainly because she had other ideas. For her studio, she wanted to buy it, not rent it.

"Okay, but over the next few days until New Year's, your job is to rest well. After the New Year, if you want to work again I won't stop you."

Huo Shao Ting nodded.

Rong Dai also nodded without objecting to his words.

Although the TK Show was postponed, her time was still very tight.

But she didn't want to rush out her work either, because then it wouldn't be what she wanted.

Taking advantage of these days to rest while doing some light work, and taking time to conceive her pieces well.

For her, this was both a chance to relax and ample time to conceptualize her work.

"As for the studio name...how about Mulan Fragrance?"

She looked at him brightly for his opinion.

She had decided on the name for the studio long ago. Mulan's story of going to war was already common knowledge.

She greatly admired this heroine in her previous life.

At one time, she had also wanted to be such a heroine, but in the end she was still buried in that palace of red walls and yellow tiles.