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At that time, he was attacked by a thug in a dark alley, suffering a deep stab wound to his abdomen. On the brink of death, he was saved by Zhao Wantong. That year, she was still a naive college student, simple yet charming.
"Hey, you... don’t close your eyes! The ambulance is on the way; you have to hold on!" She tried to keep him awake.
In his agony, he felt like he was about to faint, but someone kept chattering in his ear, forcing him to open his eyes. He looked at her pale face, which lit up with joy upon seeing him conscious.
"Hang in there! Wow, now that I look closely, you're really handsome! Much better looking than the seniors at school!" She kept talking to him, just to prevent him from losing consciousness. "I saved you; you have to remember to repay me! Hey, don’t close your eyes again! Let me finish! I... I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to repay me with your body!"
He managed to glance at her, and amidst his chaotic thoughts, she began rambling again: "Do you have a girlfriend? If not, how about being with me? I don’t have a boyfriend either, okay? If you don’t say anything, I’ll take it as a yes!"
A flicker of amusement crossed his eyes as he slightly nodded. Zhao Wantong beamed with joy, becoming the last image he saw before slipping into unconsciousness. Afterward, he could never reach her; the police told him she was too shaken up and didn’t want to give him her contact information.
When he finally found her after using various connections, he discovered Zhao Wantong walking hand in hand with her boyfriend right past him. She didn’t recognize him at all; it turned out that after months apart, she had completely forgotten him.
He couldn’t quite articulate the unease in his heart; perhaps he had fallen for her. That’s why he had abandoned the prestigious position of The Eldest Young Master of the He Family and taken a job as an editor at a small publishing house. For three years, he silently stayed by her side in his own way.
“It’s okay now; don’t cry.” He gently comforted her in his arms.
Zhao Wantong felt as if she had found someone willing to listen to her. She cried and vented all her grievances from the past few days.
“Ugh... that jerk He Yiting... so heartless, only targeting me... I’ve been working so hard, yet he nitpicks everything! He’s not this harsh with anyone else...” She suddenly tugged at his tie and demanded, “Tell me! Isn’t he being unreasonable and asking for a beating?!”
“Yes, yes...” He replied dismissively.
With a nod of agreement, she hooked her arm around He Yiting's shoulder and complained, "He's cold and heartless, completely lacking in sympathy! And... he's arrogant and domineering, utterly disregarding other people's feelings... just like my damn boyfriend! They're both jerks!"
Comparing him to other men made He Yiting frown in displeasure. "Why? Do you really think you have so many 'virtues'?"
"He actually forced a kiss on me, the bastard! Now every time I see him, my heart races uncontrollably. What kind of cliché romance manga is this..." She mumbled as her voice grew softer, burying her head into his chest and falling fast asleep.
Silly girl, that just proves you’re starting to care about me.
As someone who works as a comic editor, how could she not recognize the feeling of falling in love? He Yiting couldn't help but feel a sense of joy; his patience was finally paying off.
"Do you know? I'm here to repay a favor."
The next day at work, Zhao Wantong saw Mei Ling grinning at her with a teasing glint in her eyes.
"Still not going to confess when you started dating the Editor-in-Chief?"
"Stop joking!" Who spread such rumors to put her in an awkward position?
"You can't deny it! After the party yesterday, it was the Editor-in-Chief who took you home. I could tell by his expression!" There was no way to escape her scrutiny.
"What?! It was... the Editor-in-Chief who took me home?! I thought it was you..." Did she do something embarrassing? When she got drunk, she could be quite reckless; if she accidentally said something harsh to the Editor-in-Chief, that would be so awkward. Just as Zhao Wantong pondered deeply, a male voice startled her out of her thoughts.
"Zhao Wantong."
"Yes, Editor-in-Chief!" Wow, is he trying to scare me to death?!
"Get ready, I'm taking you to meet my dad." He Yiting's expression remained as stoic as ever, even though his words had left the two girls in front of him looking pale with fear.
"You... want to meet the parents?!" This was happening so fast, it was thrilling! The combination of the Cold-Blooded Chief Editor and the strong-willed junior editor sparked endless imagination. Mei Ling's eyes glistened with tears. "Sweetheart, it's wonderful that you can get married!"
"Hey, no, don't misunderstand... Ugh, Editor-in-Chief, you need to explain this clearly!" Zhao Wantong shot a pleading look at He Yiting, but he merely blinked back at her with innocent eyes.
"We've already done that kind of thing; what else is there to explain?" He stated it as if it were obvious, not only failing to clarify but making things worse.
Done that kind of thing? What exactly had they done?! Zhao Wantong felt her face burn with embarrassment, left speechless as she struggled to keep up with the leaps in logic from the Editor-in-Chief.
Under his deliberate misdirection, Mei Ling completely disbelieved that they were innocent. Zhao Wantong felt an overwhelming urge to just disappear.
Before Zhao Wantong could react further, He Yiting had already taken her hand in front of everyone and stepped out of the Editorial Department.
His large hand enveloped hers tightly, and she could feel the warmth radiating from his palm. For a brief moment, she was dazzled; from behind, this man's silhouette gave her a sense of security that felt monumental. Even her previous relationship had never made her feel such a flutter.
Zhao Wantong suspected she was slowly falling into a pink-hued world filled with cherry blossoms. When she turned back to look, that face gazing at her… it seemed to overlap with He Yiting's?!
How could this be…
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