Unable to resist the cravings in her belly, she threw caution to the wind!

She sat down at the table and began to feast.

It wasn’t until her belly was almost bursting that she felt satisfied, picked up her handbag, and walked out, preparing to leave the set.

A familiar figure being supported by someone else was coming towards her, seemingly about to enter the villa.

She paused in her steps, it was Coco.

Wasn’t she supposed to be filming at this time? Why is she back again?

She took a clear look at Coco’s face, and was astonished.

Coco’s face was swollen like a pig’s head, and the thick makeup still couldn’t hide it.

It seemed that because of her facial condition, she couldn’t act at all, and the director let her return first.

Just tens of minutes ago Coco was fine, but now...

The handprint on her hand was clearly from being hit.

She felt a piercing gaze upon her back.

As she turned around to look towards the source of the gaze, she saw no one.

She could guess who was responsible for the slap mark on Coco’s face, and with a clenched finger, she still hurriedly walked towards the exit of the set.

Not far away, an upright figure was staring at the small frame slowly leaving his sight, his eyes dark and brooding.

"Boss, the young madam has had her meal."

George, aware of the Boss’s thoughts, whispered.

As per the Boss’s instructions, almost a full Manchu Han Imperial Feast had been ordered and quickly sent to the island for the young madam to enjoy.

Hearing George’s words, the coldness in his eyes only intensified.

She’d rather work herself to death outside than return to his embrace to enjoy luxuries.

Did she really detest him that much?

Or did she truly see his place as a cage, desperate to regain her freedom, resolved to rekindle the romance with her first love...

The man’s razor-sharp, thin lips curled with a trace of frostiness.

*

After that day, Jiayi seldom went to the set again.

Even when there were sample dresses to be delivered, she had the shop assistants do it.

Subconsciously, she feared bumping into that man again.

The movie was being filmed smoothly. Once it wrapped up and the collaboration ended, there would be no more chances to encounter him.

Thinking this, she could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

*

In the evening, the sunset draped the sky in a layer of pale gold.

The F.WANG bridal boutique was quiet after a busy day. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

The staff had left one after another, only the night shift remained to watch over the shop.

Jiayi finished revising the design draft on the computer, stood up and stretched her lazy body, and noticing it was getting late, prepared to pick up Zaizai from the kindergarten and then head home.

Anya’s belly was getting heavier by the day, and her movements increasingly cumbersome, yet she still schemed daily how to terminate her pregnancy under Beiming Hall’s watchful eyes.

This worried Jiayi a bit, as she feared Anya might do something dangerous. So lately, she tried to return home early every day to accompany her.

Jiayi greeted the shop assistant and was about to step out of the bridal boutique when, with a screech of tires, a black Bentley pulled up at the doorstep.

The Bentley looked familiar, and Jiayi’s steps faltered.

On the back seat, a tall silhouette was reflected on the car window glass, staring straight ahead, cold and still.

He—why is he here?

Her palms began to sweat inexplicably.

At this moment, the driver opened the car door and approached Jiayi with respect, saying, "Miss Chu, I am with the Island Wuhun Crew."

"What is it?"

"Today, the crew is hosting a dinner for the bosses and executives from several media outlets at the Shengjing Grand Hotel. All the principal cast and crew members will be there, and since you are the costume designer commissioned by the crew, we’re also asking for your participation. Mr. Huo just happens to be passing the bridal shop, so he can give you a ride over."

She took a deep breath, but was not surprised.

As the film moves towards the later stages of production, to build up publicity for the release, they would invite the higher-ups of some media outlets for a meal in advance to establish good relations, so the media will give the movie favorable coverage when the time comes.

Huo Zhenyang is currently the film’s biggest Boss, so of course, he will be at the dinner party.

However, the deliberate detour past the bridal shop was clearly not a chance coincidence but an intentional move...

She hesitated: "My son is still at kindergarten, and there’s also a pregnant woman at home who needs care..."

The driver had obviously anticipated her response and answered gently: "Miss Chu, don’t worry. I have just picked up the young master from Qixing Kindergarten and have taken him back to Green Island Garden. Additionally, I’ve arranged a housekeeper to take care of the two at your home. You need not worry and can attend the dinner with peace of mind."

Jiayi felt a stir in her heart, involuntarily clenching her fists, gazing at the man sitting in the car, unwavering.

It was clear that the man had made arrangements in advance, leaving her no opportunity to refuse.

He is currently her Boss. Can she really say NO?

The driver glanced at her and then said, "Miss Chu, it’s getting late; you should go back to the shop and change your clothes."

Jiayi looked down at herself, a white blouse and jeans, indeed not suitable for attending a dinner party.

Ultimately, she acquiesced to attending the dinner and went back to the shop, randomly picking a simple dress to put on.

Just as she stepped out of the fitting room, she looked up to see Huo Zhenyang, who had unexpectedly gotten out of the car and come into the shop, sitting on a long sofa outside the fitting room.

His arm casually rested on the armrest of the sofa, while the other hand lightly supported his elegant jawline, scrutinizing the little woman who had just emerged from the fitting room with an appreciative yet focused, yet indifferent gaze.

She composed herself: "We can go now, Mr. Huo."

But he did not get up, instead letting his dark eyes freely roam over her.

The little woman was wearing a very common and conservative cocktail dress.

It was evident that she did not really want to attend the dinner, and had picked something hastily.

"Change it," he said indifferently.

Jiayi was taken aback: "This dress is perfectly fine and won’t be offensive; why change—"

Before she could finish speaking, he had already stood up, moved to her side in two steps, bending down, his whisper low and deep: "Because I don’t like it. I am your Boss, and my word is final."

He could not restrict her using the title of husband, so using the status of Boss, it ought to be perfectly justified.

Jiayi bit down on her tooth: "Then I’ll change into another one..."

Just as she turned around, Huo Zhenyang seized her wrist, pulling her so close that she was barely two centimeters away from his face: "I took a look around your shop. I’ve made a selection."

The driver accompanying him carried over a small dress and handed it to Jiayi: "Miss Chu."

Jiayi glanced at the dress that was handed over, her face involuntarily exhibiting a slight change.

It was a handcrafted white dress, V-neck, backless, with a long skirt. Its design was unique yet uncomplicated, and the beads on the hem had all been meticulously hand-sewn on.

She couldn’t help but show an ironic smile, he sure had taste, picking out the most expensive showpiece of the shop in one go.

"This dress was custom-ordered by a client and needs to be delivered in a few days. Perhaps Mr. Huo would like to choose another one, as there are still many gowns available in the shop."