That night, the couple did not return to the Huo residence and spent the night outside, indulging in passion throughout the night. As a result, Rong Dai felt sore and weak when she got up early in the morning, and looked at Huo Shao Ting resentfully.
Huo Shao Ting gazed at her fondly, reaching out to tidy her disheveled hair. "I just can't bear to part from you. You're going to Hang City to film, it will take at least seven or eight months, maybe even longer."
As he spoke, his eyes also contained some resentment: "That means I won't get to see you for a long time. I can't leave Shengjing for now."
He didn't want to be separated from her for even a minute. Ever since meeting her, he realized how wrong his previous thoughts had been.
Rong Dai glanced at him, feeling helpless and sweet at the same time.
Of course she knew what he was thinking. She was also reluctant to be apart from him for such a long time.
But longing for love was not her strength. Otherwise, in her previous life she would not have been able to let go of the Emperor so quickly.
She still had things to do here, which was different from her previous life.
Women could have their own careers, careers brought money, so they wouldn't be controlled by others everywhere.
Although the dowry left by Imperial Concubine Ya was abundant, it would have been enough for an ordinary family to live a lifetime.
But those were not earned by her own hands, it was not as reassuring as using her own money.
She and Huo Shao Ting could be a married couple, but when apart, she was still herself.
In her previous life, she had status, looks and talent, but unfortunately she was not a man. No matter how clever she was, she still had to rely on men and drift along as a decorative accessory for men.
She had lived that kind of life long enough in her previous life, she was unwilling to live like that again.
Huo Shao Ting leaned on the bed with one hand, looking down at her. His deep eyes were full of tenderness, and he gently caressed her cheek with one hand. "I understand."
"Do whatever you want, I'll support you behind you anytime."
His support made Rong Dai's heart soften.
She didn't believe in perfection before, but this word was fully demonstrated in Huo Shao Ting.
He was the perfect man.
Looking at the man so close to her, their breathing intertwined, and Rong Dai's heart skipped a beat!
Although the two had seen each other naked and were very intimate, such intimacy always made both of their hearts throb, the implicit passion lingering.
"Shao Ting..."
She looked at Huo Shao Ting, her eyes full of feelings, and unconsciously murmured his name.
This man had given her a lot, she was also unwilling to be coy.
Her shapely arms took the initiative to wrap around his shoulders. Huo Shao Ting's heart pounded, the passion in his deep eyes intensified, and his voice was slightly hoarse as he responded to her.
After a bout of clouds and rain, Rong Dai was even more reluctant to move as she lay in bed.
Huo Shao Ting called for room service and ordered breakfast.
After the couple had breakfast, Rong Dai looked at the sunny day outside the hotel window, thinking of the ten years she spent in the cold palace in her previous life, when she loved sunny days like this the most.
"Shao Ting, are you going to the company today?"
She asked him.
Following her line of sight, Huo Shao Ting saw the sunshine outside the window. He came over and hugged her, kissing her neck, and asked gently, "Want to go out for a walk?"
Rong Dai nodded. "I was confined in the cold palace for ten years behind high walls. I like sunny days like this."
After speaking, she leaned her face against his.
The warmth in his arms made her reluctant to leave, and also gave her a sense of security.
She didn't admit to the things in her previous life, but sometimes she would mention one or two sentences.
Hearing her say this, Huo Shao Ting's arms around her tightened again and again.
He kissed her cheek again, his voice sonorous, "You won't feel cold with me. Since you like it, let's go out for a walk."
"Do you know how to ride a horse?"
Huo Shao Ting asked her.
Hearing about horse riding, Rong Dai's eyes lit up at once.
In her previous life, her equestrian skills were taught by her father. She often rode horses in the Rong residence. But after marrying the Emperor, such times gradually diminished.
Especially during those ten years in the cold palace, she increasingly missed the times in the Rong residence.
"Is there a racetrack here?"
She looked at him in pleasant surprise.
Seeing her ask this, Huo Shao Ting knew that she could ride. He exerted some strength to pull her out of the quilt.
"Shengjing is the capital of China, what is there not to find?"
Rong Dai nodded and got up to wash up.
After she came out, Huo Shao Ting brought her a bag of clothes.
After the couple changed, they left the hotel and went to Mulan Racetrack.
Mulan Racetrack was well known in Shengjing and the industry. Rong Dai's mood opened up again when she saw the vast grassland.
The couple changed into riding clothes. Huo Shao Ting had his own horses here, so there was no need to pick again.
"Mrs. Huo, these are the best horses in our racetrack."
The manager led the couple and introduced diligently.
Although Rong Dai hadn't touched a horse for more than ten years, some things penetrated her soul.
A faint smile appeared on her face. "No need, I'll pick it myself."
The manager was stunned for a moment and glanced at Huo Shao Ting.
Huo Shao Ting didn't say anything, his gaze fixed on her all the time.
Rong Dai went to pick a horse. In her previous life, she often followed her father and brothers to the military camp. The warhorses in the army were the best, and she could identify them at a glance.
"This one."
She patted a sweatblood horse.
"Mrs. Huo has great taste. This sweatblood horse is precious, agile, powerful, but this sweatblood horse has a fierce temperament. Even our horse trainers can barely tame it."
"For your safety, we recommend a more docile Mongolian horse. These few are very good."
Rong Dai looked confidently at the sweatblood horse with its whole body golden brown. This was a rare good horse.
"It's better if it has a fierce temper. Riding a docile one is boring."
Her equestrian skills were taught by her father personally. What kind of fiery horse had she not handled in her previous life? She wanted the sense of accomplishment after taming it.
"This..."
The manager looked at Huo Shao Ting hesitantly. This sweatblood horse was bought by the racetrack from abroad at a high price, but its temperament was too fiery that even the horse trainers were helpless.
Most of the people who came to their racetrack were upper class. If something happened to the customers while riding such a fiery horse, it would be troublesome.
