The next morning, Hua Jing received a surprise message.
She was still deeply asleep, curled into the warm comfort of the blankets, her hair scattered across the pillow in loose waves. Ever since returning home, she had become lazier in the mornings, completely unbothered by the world outside while Fu Jingrong left early for meetings and work. His arm was loosely wrapped around her waist, holding her close even in sleep.
A sharp ding cut through the silence of the room.
Hua Jing frowned but didn't move. Another ding followed, forcing her sleepy eyes open. She groggily fumbled for her phone, blinking away the haze of sleep. Her vision struggled to focus, but once she opened the notification, her breath paused slightly.
It was an email.
A very important one.
She tapped it open—and her drowsiness vanished even further.
It was an invitation from Indigo Beauty.
