Bai Zhijin's "Jinxiu Comics Studio" has been established and will soon be officially open for business.
From author to editor to operations, and even administration and finance, she handled everything herself. She was so busy that she barely had time to breathe. Bai Ruogu, who was overseas, wanted to help but was unable to, so he called the Huo brothers and asked them to keep an eye on her.
Huo Junyu was already overwhelmed with managing the Huo family business, so this heavy responsibility naturally fell to Huo Junyang, who had nothing else to do.
As the litter of kittens grew up, Bai Zhijin provided them with a new home in her studio.
A person with a litter of cats, tending to their computer and drawing board, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air, the distant sound of waves lapping against the shore, the view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows as beautiful as a painting—
When Huo Junyang first arrived at the studio, he was immediately captivated by this scene. His heart felt like a puzzle piece with a missing piece, and that missing piece was the life he longed for right before him.
"Bai Zhijin, this place is really nice!" He looked around enviously. "If only I had a place like this where I could paint quietly!"
Bai Zhijin frowned and chuckled, "Why are you making it sound so pitiful? Does the Huo family manor need a studio of yours?"
"Sigh, it's different!" Huo Junyang sighed.
In the Huo family, painting can be a hobby, not a career; it can be an added bonus to life, not the ultimate goal.
Just like his grandfather Huo Zhanpeng, who spent his whole life writing and painting, and also knew seal carving and sculpture, he was definitely an artist.
And yet? They were never recognized their entire lives.
Within the Huo family, no one considered him to be successful in his career. When it came to the pillars of the Huo family, everyone only recognized Huo Zhixing and Huo Junyu.
Huo Junyang had been to his grandfather's studio. He had his own studio where no one disturbed him while he painted, and the paints and paper were absolutely the best.
But in a place where his talent was not recognized, it was like a caged canary, unable to spread its wings and fly.
"So, it's always better to have like-minded people!" Huo Junyang exclaimed with deep emotion, then his eyes suddenly lit up. "By the way, Bai Ruogu asked me to help you... How about I work for you?"
Bai Zhijin was taken aback. "What?"
"I also like drawing comics!" Huo Junyang said excitedly. "I'll work for you. You draw the main characters, and I'll draw the minor characters and stuff. Wouldn't it be more efficient if we worked together?"
Bai Zhijin's heart stirred, but she still had some concerns.
"Bai Zhijin, for the sake of us growing up together, let me paint with you!" Huo Junyang looked at her earnestly.
He did want to find something to do.
Lu Ran's comment that he only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun had a profound impact on him. He didn't want to be seen as a good-for-nothing in her eyes, and he wanted to do everything in his power to become unique in her heart.
But managing a company truly requires talent. Unfortunately, his talent doesn't lie in that area.
"I only like drawing and playing games." Huo Junyang scratched his head. "Now that you have this studio, it's perfect for combining the two things I like! How about this, I'll work for you for free, as long as I can draw here!"
Bai Zhijin burst out laughing.
"Never mind, I don't want to cause trouble."
"What's the meaning?"
"Huo Er..." Bai Zhijin paused, "To tell you the truth, I may have offended your girlfriend."
"Huh?" Huo Junyang was taken aback.
“It was the day I bought this house,” Bai Zhijin said truthfully. “I overheard them in the VIP room saying that Pei Nian had no sales targets and they wanted to kick her out… So I stood up for her and bought this house to help Pei Nian achieve her sales targets.”
"I thought it was just two talkative salespeople inside, but I never expected that the one talking was actually your girlfriend..."
Huo Junyang remained silent.
It turns out that Lu Ran was still unwilling to give up and was determined to drive Pei Nian away.
It turns out that she hadn't opened her heart at all; instead, she tightened it more and more, getting more and more stuck in a rut, blaming Pei Nian for Cheng Suyue's death.
"Huo Er, I'm so sorry." Bai Zhijin looked at him sincerely, "I've already offended your girlfriend. If you come here to paint again..."
"In short, I think it's very inappropriate to do this. If one day I resolve this issue with your girlfriend and then you ask for her consent, then I have nothing to say."
"But if you just draw me like this without even discussing it with her, it's inevitably unfair to her."
"Huo Er, can you understand me?"
Huo Junyang scratched his head and sighed softly.
"Let's talk about painting later," he said in a deep voice. "By the way, Brocade, I actually came to deliver an invitation to you today."
Bai Zhijin gave a wry smile.
She dreaded these boring banquets the most; everyone was laughing, but no one was really laughing. For Bai Zhijin, these sarcastic banquets were like hell on earth.
"Don't worry, it's nothing, it's my mom's birthday!"
*
Huo Zhixing personally decorated the venue for Jiang Can's birthday every year.
This year's birthday party will be held outdoors, and Huo Zhixing wants to plant purple irises all over the courtyard and the private road outside.
However, although the flowers were delivered, the project was too large, so Huo Zhixing had his two sons do the hard labor.
The day before the birthday party, Huo Junyu put aside all his work, and Huo Junyang even skipped the checkpoints. The two of them planted irises in the yard under the scorching sun.
Huo Junyang, who was almost as hot as a coal briquette, looked up at the sky and sighed, "When will this kind of life end!"
There are gardeners, servants, and even professional landscape architects in the house!
But Huo Zhixing insisted on doing it himself.
Huo Junyang smiled wryly: "Brother, why is it that every time Mom and Dad show affection, we're the ones who suffer?"
Huo Junyu frowned and placed the purple iris in his hand into the pit.
"Hey, bro!" Huo Junyang leaned over, "What do you think Dad gave Mom this time?"
"I don't know." Huo Junyu said calmly, "Ordinary gifts are too tacky, my mother wouldn't like them."
"Then..." Huo Junyang laughed, "Dad, are you going to pack yourself up and send yourself to Mom?"
“It’s not just about packing up his own things,” Huo Junyu laughed, “but also his cigarettes and his five hundred yuan allowance!”
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