After dinner, the two ate and went back to their respective rooms. Su Miao went back to her bedroom to continue writing her novel, while Huo Yanting went to his study.

Around 10 o'clock, Huo Yanting returned to the bedroom and saw Su Miao sitting on the balcony, continuing to write something on her computer.

He had always known that Su Miao worked very hard and put a lot of effort into her work, but it was too late for her to be writing on the computer; it wasn't good for her eyes.

She has to go to the film set during the day and spend her evenings writing this, which is really exhausting.

Huo Yanting took a shower, then came out wrapped in a towel, revealing well-developed, firm abdominal muscles.

He casually dried his hair with a towel a few times and then went to the balcony.

Su Miao was still focused on typing, with her headphones on, completely unaware that someone was approaching. When she felt a warm breath near her, she was so startled she almost dropped her computer.

She hurriedly stood up, "What...what are you doing?"

Seeing Huo Yanting's ample cleavage, Su Miao's cheeks involuntarily flushed. This man's physique... is truly amazing.

Huo Yanting smiled at her, noticing her rosy cheeks, which made her look quite pretty. "It's so late, are you still busy?"

"I...yes."

"What are you doing? What are you writing on your computer all day? I, the president of the Huo Group, don't seem to be as busy as you." Huo Yanting pretended not to know what Su Miao was doing.

He should tell her what he wants and what she's doing.

"Why should I tell you what I'm doing?" Su Miao was definitely not going to tell him. The book hadn't made any progress yet, and she wouldn't tell Huo Yanting about it.

"Because I am your husband, I have the right to know about your affairs," Huo Yanting said matter-of-factly.

"Everyone has their own privacy. Does that mean that married couples have to be completely honest with each other?" Who made that rule? How come she doesn't know?

"No need. You have your own privacy, and I don't object." He knew that anyway, so he didn't insist that Su Miao tell him everything she needed.

"That settles it."

"It's almost eleven o'clock. Aren't you going to the film set tomorrow? Go wash up now and go to bed right away," Huo Yanting said in a commanding tone.

Su Miao glanced at the time on her computer and saw that it was almost eleven o'clock. So she saved the document and went into the bathroom.

When she came out, Huo Yanting suddenly picked her up and carried her in his arms.

The man stood guard at the bathroom door.

"What are you going to do?" Su Miao struggled.

"What do you think?" Huo Yanting looked at Su Miao meaningfully with his dim eyes, then placed her on the soft bed.

Then he lunged forward with his whole body.

Su Miao almost fainted.

No matter how much Su Miao resisted, she ultimately could not escape Huo Yanting's clutches.

...

The next day, Huo Yanting got up early to go to the company, while Su Miao slept until after eight o'clock before getting up to have breakfast.

She was just about to go to the film set when she received a call from Meng Qianwei, "Su Miao, come to the Central Hospital now."

"Why go to the Central Hospital?" Su Miao asked, puzzled.

"You pushed the screenwriter and seriously injured him. Aren't you responsible?"

"...I didn't push her!"

"Whether you pushed it or not, everyone saw what happened. Are you trying to shirk responsibility? Filming will be suspended for the next few days, and you don't need to go to the set."

"Miss Meng, how much do you hate me? Just say it. There's no need for these tricks. Haven't you noticed lately that I don't get along with that screenwriter? Are you sending me to the hospital to apologize to her?"