In the evening, Huo Mingze accompanied Mo Di to keep watch.
The next morning, after having breakfast.
Huo Mingze went to the company, while Mo Di stayed in the hospital to take care of her younger brother and father and also to draw design sketches. The supervisor had been urging her for the past two days, saying that her efficiency in producing sketches this month was too slow.
It wasn't that she didn't want to draw the sketches. She just had too many things on her plate.
She hadn't updated her short-video foreign language course for over twenty days.
Many people had left comments scolding her, asking if she was dead and telling her to update quickly if she wasn't.
She had never mentioned her father's illness.
Because people's joys and sorrows are not interconnected.
If you say your father is ill, some people will understand, while others will scold you even more furiously, thinking that you're making up excuses.
In the morning, when she had some free time, Shen Mo Di was drawing design sketches in her father's ward.
Taking out her pen and paper, the cold and distant look that Gu Tianxi had given her flashed through her mind instantly.
Her heart tightened slightly again.
Gripping the pen, she started drawing quickly.
It seemed almost unconscious.
Before long, a design sketch appeared on the paper.
It was a brooch in the shape of an orchid.
Just now, what had flashed through her mind was "a secluded orchid in the empty valley, standing aloof from the world".
Looking at the design sketch now, it really gave off a lonely, cold, and independent feeling.
The phone rang again. It was the supervisor calling.
She quickly picked it up and said, "Supervisor Hu."
Supervisor Hu said on the phone, "Mo Di, I know you have to take care of your father when he's ill, but you've been on leave for too long. It would be okay if it was just a long leave, but you haven't even submitted your design drafts. It's really hard for me to explain. You must give me some good drafts today. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you in this job."
"Supervisor Hu, I'll definitely submit the design drafts today. I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble during this time. Thank you for your help." Mo Di immediately thanked him.
She understood what the supervisor meant. If she still couldn't submit the design drafts today, she would be fired.
If she were alone, it wouldn't matter.
But now she had a family to support.
She needed this job.
Hearing that Mo Di could submit the design drafts today, Supervisor Hu's attitude improved a bit. He said, "Mo Di, it's not that I'm pressuring you. It's just that I'm really in a difficult position. Take some time to calm down and design carefully. As designers, we must look for inspiration seriously. If a design sells really well, won't you get your commission?"
"Yes, I know. Thank you, Supervisor. I'll definitely produce the design drafts today." Mo Di thanked him repeatedly.
Actually, she had two designs that became quite popular earlier this year, but she only got a commission of over 3,000 yuan for the two combined.
She didn't have much hope for the commission. She just hoped to keep her 80% salary.
"Okay, design well. I won't disturb you anymore." Supervisor Hu hung up the phone on his end.
Mo Di looked at the orchid brooch and thought about drawing a series, but after her train of thought was interrupted, she didn't have that sad feeling anymore.
Instead, she thought of all the kindness Huo Mingze had shown her during this time.
On the first day they met, he transferred 200,000 yuan to her.
On the second day, when her father spat blood, she called him, and he rushed to the hospital immediately.
Later, he asked his friends to save her father from the jaws of death.
He also got a cochlear implant for her younger brother.
Yesterday, he carried her home on his back and bought her a lot of clothes.
He said he would be responsible for her for the rest of his life.
Thinking about it, two words flashed through her mind: Redemption!
The tip of her pen landed on the blank paper again, and she started drawing quickly.
She was completely immersed in the world of design.
She drew another brooch, an impressionistic one, showing a girl looking up at the light.
These two design sketches were completed in one go.
She took out another blank paper, but couldn't draw anything.
She held the pen and habitually tapped her head with it.
...
On the other side.
Huo Mingze rushed to the company early in the morning to start handling work.
He was sitting in his large executive chair, dressed in a neat suit, with a solemn look on his face, exuding the charm of a focused worker.
Assistant Lu came in carrying a pile of files and reported, "President, these files need to be processed today."
"en." Huo Mingze responded.
Assistant Lu put down the files and stood beside the desk, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.
Huo Mingze paused with his expensive signature pen in his hand and looked up, glaring at Assistant Lu with dissatisfaction: "Anything else?"
"President, this, please have a look." Assistant Lu took out a letter from his pocket.
It was a pink heart-shaped envelope.
"Whose?" Huo Mingze glanced at the envelope, asking knowingly.
Assistant Lu said, "Miss Yao asked me to hand it to you."
"Throw it away!" Huo Mingze said coldly.
Assistant Lu had been with Huo Mingze for seven years and knew him well. He knew that Huo Mingze was really angry.
But he still summoned up the courage and said, "President, why don't you have a look at the content before deciding whether to throw it away?"
Huo Mingze was silent.
Assistant Lu thought he had guessed right, thinking that the president's blind dates and marriage were really just out of anger with Miss Yao.
He had witnessed the president's relationship with Miss Yao from the beginning. The president had really doted on Miss Yao, with a love that was engraved in his bones.
Whenever Miss Yao called, no matter what the president was busy with, he would always stop and answer her call first.
He just knew that the president couldn't let go.
He immediately handed the pink envelope up again: "President, please have a look."
Huo Mingze didn't take the envelope but called out: "Lu Chen."
Assistant Lu was startled because the president rarely called him by his name. He immediately responded, "Yes, President."
"How long have you been with me?" Huo Mingze asked.
"President, I've been with you for seven years." Assistant Lu was even more panicked, with a bad premonition.
"I got married to Shen Mo Di. You know that, right?" Huo Mingze asked again.
"Yes, I know." Assistant Lu immediately answered.
Huo Mingze lifted his eyelids and glared at Assistant Lu: "Do you think it's appropriate for a married man like me to read a letter written by another woman?"
Being questioned, Assistant Lu frowned and said, "President, I hope you're happy."
Huo Mingze let out a cold laugh: "So, you think my blind dates and getting married were just for fun?"
Assistant Lu's frown deepened, and he said, "President, there might be some misunderstandings between you and Miss Yao."
He had actually said this several times when the president decided to go on blind dates.
Huo Mingze's voice was cold: "From the moment Yao Yutong insisted on going abroad, I and she were completely over. My current wife is Shen Mo Di. My future happiness only concerns Shen Mo Di. On the day I got my marriage license, you called Yao Yutong, right?"
"Yes." Assistant Lu lowered his head.
Huo Mingze asked again: "Yesterday afternoon when I was signing a contract with General Zheng at the Qinya Club, it was also you who notified Yao Yutong?"
Assistant Lu buried his head even lower and explained: "President, Miss Yao asked me."
Huo Mingze said coldly: "Once or twice but not three times, Lu Chen. Go to the finance department to settle your salary and notify Xiao Mu to take over your work."