"Remember to pay the final payment."
Ding Ruola seemed to be fleeing. After saying what she wanted to say, she turned around and left.
At that moment, she felt short of breath. She thought the name DIMO was her curse. Whenever someone mentioned this name, she felt a lump in her throat.
After leaving Lemon Entertainment, Ding Ruola went to a dessert shop alone.
She might not even have realized when she had developed Bi Shuang's habit.
Walking into the shop, Ding Ruola casually ordered a dessert and sat in a corner.
When she went to pick up her order, she noticed a man sitting near the door. He looked very familiar.
Ding Ruola deliberately walked around with her tray. Only after getting closer to the man did she recognize him.
Was he Bi Shuang's boyfriend?
What was he doing here? And the girl beside him wasn't Bi Shuang.
Ding Ruola struggled inwardly—should she tell Bi Shuang?
There was also a folder on the table between the man and the woman. Ding Ruola made a bold assumption that they should be here to discuss business.
If that was the case! Ding Ruola felt that she wouldn't have a guilty conscience if she didn't tell Bi Shuang.
She no longer felt any burden towards Bi Shuang, but now her mind was filled with what Zhang Rongrong had said.
She had known early on that once everyone knew she was DIMO, they would surely compare her current works with her previous works of the same type.
She was different from Ning Qing.
Ning Qing had never concealed her identity. Her design drafts were basically all made public, and there were no gaps in between.
Even if there were changes in her design style, no one would notice.
Ding Ruola and DIMO were separate identities. For a while, in order not to let others notice the connection between the two identities,
she once changed her design style. She hadn't practiced her previous three - design theory for a long time.
She had been sitting in the dessert shop for less than an hour. The cake in the plate, which was originally the size of a palm, was still the same size.
Ding Ruola had hardly taken a few bites.
Later, she went back to the studio, packed up her things, and went straight home.
When Fang Siyan got home, he found Ding Ruola lying on the sofa, her face pale. The girl's hand was tightly clutching the clothes on her abdomen.
The girl looked very painful.
"Baby! Is it your period or a stomachache?"
Fang Siyan checked the record on his phone. It wasn't the time for Ding Ruola's period today.
Ding Ruola was in so much pain that she gritted her teeth and had difficulty speaking.
For a long time, not a single word came out of her mouth.
Fang Siyan had no choice but to call the family doctor.
In less than twenty minutes, the doctor arrived.
After the doctor gave Ding Ruola a simple check - up, it was found that there was nothing seriously wrong with the girl's body.
"Excessive hunger and great emotional fluctuations in the past few days have caused a stomachache. Eat something first. If the situation improves, go to the hospital for a check - up when you have time."
Due to the lack of instruments, the doctor couldn't give very clear medical advice directly.
The doctor stayed on purpose to watch Ding Ruola finish her meal. Half an hour after the meal, the doctor gave Ding Ruola another check - up.
"Go to the hospital for a check - up when you have time!"
The young couple had a good relationship, and he didn't want to be a third wheel here.
After Fang Siyan saw the doctor off, he didn't start scolding Ding Ruola until her condition had stabilized.
"Didn't you eat properly?"
The girl didn't say a word. She was holding a cup of hot water in her hand and made a face at Fang Siyan.
It was obvious what her attitude meant.
"Are you being disobedient?"
The man's face darkened completely. He reached out and took the water cup from Ding Ruola's hand and put it on the table.
He pulled Ding Ruola over, and she directly lay across Fang Siyan's lap.
"Lao Fang, what are you doing? Domestic violence is illegal."
Fang Siyan didn't listen to a single word of Ding Ruola's.
The man was determined to teach Ding Ruola a lesson today.
"What are you going to do?" Ding Ruola was controlled by Fang Siyan. She wriggled like a caterpillar on Fang Siyan's lap.
Fang Siyan's hand landed on Ding Ruola's buttocks.
"Lao Fang! When did you become so childish!"
The man didn't know if Ding Ruola's buttocks had turned red, but he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Ding Ruola's face was as red as if it had been scalded by boiling water.
"Will you eat on time from now on?"
Fang Siyan had no intention of letting go of Ding Ruola because the girl was still being evasive. If the girl didn't give him a positive answer, he wouldn't let her go.
"Okay! I'm afraid of you. I'll eat on time from now on."
The man let go of the woman's arm and helped Ding Ruola sit up.
He knew that Ding Ruola wouldn't learn her lesson this time.
"Lao Fang! I'm under too much pressure!"
"Tell me about it."
Fang Siyan immediately changed his posture. He sat up straight and gently shook his neck.
"I feel like I can't surpass myself!"
After the girl finished speaking, she sat cross - legged on the sofa and lowered her head to pick at her fingers.
"You are who you are. Why do you have to surpass yourself?"
Fang Siyan thought Ding Ruola was very strange. She was denying the art she had developed because of a few words from others.
"There are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's eyes."
Ding Ruola naturally understood this truth, but when it came to personal experience, she had a different state of mind.
"This is not really a problem for you!"
Fang Siyan reached out and touched Ding Ruola's head.
"Do you mean that I need to find a bigger problem so that I won't be bothered by this one?"
He was stunned and looked at the girl in front of him in disbelief.
Ding Ruola was really a genius in logic. This theory was no different from having a small cut on your hand, feeling a bit of pain, and then cutting off your hand with a knife so that you won't feel the pain.
Fang Siyan reached out to touch the girl's forehead. Her temperature wasn't very high, and she didn't seem to have a fever.
The girl ignored the man's actions and continued to look at her phone. The comments on her works from people on the phone were mixed.
But many voices were saying that she was "at the end of her wits".
They all thought that Ding Ruola's current design style was very different from her previous one.
Miao Yun was a straightforward person. When she saw these people criticizing Ding Ruola, she felt a bit annoyed.
[Grumpy Lao Miao: This kind of design is largely influenced by the client. If the client has poor aesthetic ability, the final works of the designer will also be uneven.]
The girl was right. The studio didn't work for themselves. They were all taking on cooperation from other companies.
Ding Ruola didn't expect that she and Miao Yun could resolve their differences so quickly.
She lay on Fang Siyan's lap. After much hesitation, she finally decided to reply to Miao Yun.
Later, Fang Siyan was engrossed in reading the newspaper when Ding Ruola suddenly let out a scream and sat up beside the man.
"What's wrong?"
Fang Siyan thought something had happened to the girl's studio again.
"Sister Song Yan is back. She's taking over the entertainment company again."
The man glanced at Ding Ruola. The girl was now completely focused on her phone.