Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
He Xiyan got up and went to the bathroom. When coming out, she worn the same kind of pajamas as her husband did. She walked to the window, drew the curtains, and made the bed.
After a while, she patted Ye Hao on the shoulder and said lightly, “Go to sleep and have an early rest. Don’t disrupt your work tomorrow.”
She seemed to persuade him into doing so. In fact, she knew that the most important thing in his heart was not herself, but his career, or the right and status he wanted.
How similar was he to his father, Ye Zhiyuan. But she didn’t bear hatred against him any more. Everyone had something he or she cared most. Just like herself, she cared most about her children and her family.
During this period, they were almost in a cold war state. She could see that he was not in a good state of mind, so was she. But none of them mentioned divorce.
Divorce, this word was too heavy. As parents, they also had responsibilities for family. Besides, they had not reached the end of their love relationship.
Ye Hao turned around and held her hands tightly. This time, he finally felt some kind of warmth in her palms.
“Sleep together.” He murmured, with a slight smile at the corners of his mouth.
He Xiyan shook her head and said, “I have something to do. You rest first.”
Then she released his hands and went into the study. She turned on her computer and sorted out some materials and files.
Then she printed some of them out and bound them together.
The next day, she went out at nine o’clock, with light makeup. Now that she had lost weight, her face looked much more delicate, not a beauty, but indeed nice and charming. She was now twenty-six years old. Although the mother of two, she did not look so at all.
At ten o’clock, she arrived at a cafe on time, where there were two young people waiting for her. One was Wang Haowen, twenty-five years old, and the other was Chen Yin, a twenty-four-year-old girl. Both of them graduated from the School of Design in Z University, the best students as well. They had won many awards with their works and also had several years of work experience.
Although not of the same major, these two were indeed He Xiyan’s junior schoolmates. Unwilling to work for others but with great ideas, the two young people wanted to develop their own design studio. However, from civilian families, they were short of fund and had not raised enough money for several months, nor did they find any abundant investor. Some investors were only willing to invest hundreds of thousand yuan, which was far from enough.
He Xiyan flipped through their proposal and founding plans, as well as some of their representative works. They focused on interior decoration design of luxury houses, mainly targeting villa owners, middle and high-end commercial housing owners. These were all rich customers, most of who were willing to pay hundreds of thousand or even several million yuan for a decoration design. Provided with market and channels, this could develop well.
“Fine, let’s say this.” He Xiyan closed the files in her hand and said, “I will be responsible for the investment in the early stage of the development of this studio. Don’t worry about the funds. At least, there will be over ten million yuan. Of course, I ask for 65% of the shares. In addition, I will help you to get through the initial market, and then you will get basic information and contact information of at least ten owners of high-end commercial housing. How many of them you can win over depends on your own ability. I hope you can do a good job and find some excellent designers as partners.”