The Long-awaited Mr Han

"Okay." Shi Xiaoya nodded helplessly.

It was truly too sloppy to meet someone else without changing out of her pajamas or freshening up.

So Shi Xiaoya dug out a breath-freshening sweet to make her breath smell nicer. She gave one to the PD too.

Picking up her bag of cosmetics, Shi Xiaoya hurried over to Han Zhuoling's tent.

This was really out of the way for the production team, so even Han Zhuoling was caught unawares.

He might have woken up at dawn for work usually, but out here, he didn't have the means to work even if he wished to.

Plus, he was worn out yesterday, so Han Zhuoling had not woken up, surprisingly.

Though she thought that she wouldn't witness anything she shouldn't see out here, Shi Xiaoya still called from outside the tent, "Young Master Ling, Young Master Ling, it's me, Shi Xiaoya."

At the sound of her voice, Han Zhuoling awoke with a dark expression.

Getting up on the wrong side of the bed was one thing, and he couldn't help but think in another direction.

The sky had yet to lighten. What was Shi Xiaoya sneaking about here for?

When he worked overseas, Han Zhuoling frequently met with women knocking on his doors.

To be precise, he always encountered them.

Be it before or after marriage.

Be it the company's clients or stars from the entertainment industry, anyone who thought that they looked good enough and stood a chance would go knock on his door.

He was sick and tired of such actions, even furious.

At the beginning, when people knocked on his door, he would coldly make them leave, though without harsh words.

After that, when such occurrences became more common, he was beyond irritated and would scold off all those at his door, their pride be damned.

Han Zhuoli and Han Zhuofeng knew about this as well. Han Zhuofeng did not have similar experiences, probably because he was still young.

But Han Zhuoling and Han Zhuoli did, with much frequency.

Before Han Zhuoling got married, Han Zhuofeng even joked that the workaholic needed no woman.

Otherwise, why would Han Zhuoling reject every one of them when he was single?

Even if he didn't want those short-term affairs for relief, it would be good if he had a normal girlfriend.

But Han Zhuoling never had the mind for it.

And now, Han Zhuoling was more furious than ever before.

He never thought that Shi Xiaoya was like this as well.

He thought that she was different.

Who knew that Shi Xiaoya was more brazen than anyone else?

The women before at least tried it in hotels in the dead of night.

Shi Xiaoya, on the other hand, was so impatient that she even dared to meet him in the tents.

Han Zhuoling never considered the reason why he was so angry—was it simply because he thought Shi Xiaoya was different?

But he never contemplated on why he thought Shi Xiaoya would be different from the others.

Han Zhuoling only moved quickly to the entrance, his movements betraying his immense anger simmering underneath.

He threw open the zip, only to see Shi Xiaoya half-squatting, bent towards the tent.

She was still dressed in her pajamas, looking like she just got up from bed.

Ha!

Han Zhuoling sneered. She did look rather seductive like this.

It was still dark out, and the tent had no lights on, so Shi Xiaoya couldn't see the derision in Han Zhuoling's eyes.

She said softly, "Young Master Ling, I…"

Before she could finish, she was yanked inside by Han Zhuoling.

She didn't know how he moved so fast, but the tent was zipped up once more by him as well, sealing all gaps.

Shi Xiaoya felt her world turn, and when it returned to normal, she was already in his embrace.