"This; the black and white checkers."
He preferred simple colors and designs, disliking things with intricate patterns.
She silently noted this in her heart.
Back in the car, she sent Lin Fengtian a report through WeChat.
Shortly after, the director, who was probably not busy on his end, gave a lengthy reply. [Shishi, where did you go these past few days? You're not at the hospital, and I couldn't get through your phone. I brought the production team to visit you at the hospital, but the doctor said that you've been discharged. Why didn't you rest a little longer there?]
[I went out of town to take a break.] She replied with a smiley emoticon.
He said: [Oh… It's good to take a break once in a while. Before, I was too busy settling the production team's matters and failed to visit you in time; I apologize.]
[Director Lin, don't say it like that. As a high-ranking director, of course you have a hectic schedule!] She teased him.
He replied with an ellipsis, followed by another message. [Rest for a bit. Welcome back to the production team.]
[Yes, thank you.]
"Still intending to return to the production team?" Mu Yazhe blandly asked as he looked straight ahead.
"Yes." She nodded.
At the red light, he suddenly looked at her and blurted out, "I'll take care of you."
"Hmm?" She did not react in time and merely looked at him. When she came to herself and heard clearly what he had said, her expression changed. "What do you mean?"
He gave her a deep look. "Shishi, I'll take care of you, so don't film anymore, quit the job, and just stay by my side."
She looked at him in surprise, unable to react for a long while.
For reasons unknown, in general, when a man said this to a woman, most women would feel exhilarated.
However, when she heard such words from him, somehow, she did not have any happy feelings.
His gaze was fixated on her. Seeing that she kept silent, he frowned. "Why do you seem unhappy after hearing my words?"
The red light turned green, but he did not react right away.
Only when the sirens blaring behind startled him did he look straight ahead, stepped on the accelerator, and continued driving.
The mottled shadow of the trees outside the window kept flashing by.
The sun shone through the window and filled the car with its warmth.
"Mu Yazhe, are you saying that are willing to take care of me?"
He thought that taking care of his beloved woman was a happy matter.
Besides, he possessed a spectacularly wealthy empire. There was no need for his woman to go out to work and face other people's attitudes.
Each time he recalled that day Yan Bingqing had slapped her face, his heart would ache with bitterness.
In his mind, banning her was a light punishment.
Such a woman, for daring to touch his woman, should be dead.
Hence, at the thought of her returning to the production team, to that foul entertainment industry, where there would be a second and third Yan Bingqing, he was really worried.
He just could not bear to see her suffering from any grievances.
"I'll take care of you." He controlled the steering wheel. "So you don't have to return to that production team."
"No," she blandly answered.
He was startled into looking at her. "Why not?"
"Because it feels weird." She looped her hair around her finger with a complex look on her face.