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Rofeide was a serious and stern man, and his subordinates lived in constant fear; even the slightest mistake would earn them a scolding.
Colleagues worried that the new hire, Jing Tingting, would be driven to her wits' end by Rofeide, but little did they expect that it would be Rofeide who would be pushed to the brink.
"Ah!" Just as Jing Tingting was about to pour a cup of coffee to curry favor with her boss, her hand slipped, spilling coffee all over Rofeide. The gloomy expression that had lingered on his face for days darkened even further, and he struggled to contain his rising anger.
"You are more of a hindrance than a help!"
"I just made a mistake! It wasn't intentional!" she shot back, feeling unjustly accused. After all, she had only wanted to make him a cup of coffee to help him wake up from his fatigue. Why did he have to be so harsh?
To say she was more of a hindrance than a help was simply too much! Did he not consider that she was enduring all this trouble for his sake?
"I will prove to you that I can be an excellent editor!"
However, making bold claims and actually having the ability to be a good editor were two different matters. Miss Jing soon found herself making errors such as misaligning layouts, filling out reports incorrectly, and almost tossing storyboards into the shredder as if they were waste paper.
In truth, these mistakes could be forgiven; after all, the Queen had no talent for editing. What she excelled at was giving orders, and her capriciousness was simply part of her royal persona.
To celebrate Sensei Ikeda's successful production of the first volume of his new series, the Editorial Department gathered for a barbecue dinner.
Perhaps because tomorrow was the weekend, everyone was particularly spirited, even Rofeide, who usually kept to himself. He was swept up in the festive atmosphere and ended up drinking a bit too much.
Rofeide knew he had a low tolerance for alcohol but was surprised when just a few drinks knocked him out cold. When he awoke with a hangover, he found himself in an unfamiliar bed. A pounding headache greeted him, his body felt utterly exhausted, and he sensed a chill in the air... He looked down at himself—bare-chested—and pulled back the thin blanket. Silence enveloped him.
If he were to pull back the covers and find a woman there, it wouldn’t be too surprising, right? Of course, finding a man wouldn’t bring him any comfort either. In any case, given that he couldn’t even find his underwear, no matter who he saw, he was destined to confront a painful reality.
It is often said that one misstep can lead to eternal regret, and Rofeide was living out this "bloody example."
Jing Tingting still wore her cool, sleeveless nightgown, but unlike before, she had shed her shyness. Taking the initiative, she hooked her arm around Rofeide's neck and, even through the blanket, boldly sat down on what was said to be the most vulnerable and deadly spot for men!
Rofeide was unsure whether it was the aftereffects of a hangover or simply the toll of his indulgence the night before; he felt almost paralyzed, unable to move, and could only submit to her whims.
"Your head must hurt," she teased, lifting his chin to enjoy the sight of his pained expression.
"You... get up..." His voice was strained and hoarse, a significant challenge for any man.
"Now that you've got it, you don't cherish it? Are you planning to weasel out of responsibility this time? Look at what you've done here; it's all your handiwork!"
Jing Tingting deliberately pulled his large hand to her neck, revealing several kiss marks of varying depths imprinted on her skin.
Rofeide was taken aback and quickly withdrew his hand. This was torture!
"I... I don't remember..." By the end of his sentence, he sounded somewhat guilty. Did he truly have no recollection? It felt like he did, yet he couldn't quite grasp how he had made it home last night after getting drunk. To make matters worse, he never imagined he would lose control and completely take advantage of the Editor-in-Chief's sister!
Oh God! Someone tell him this wasn't real!
Those kiss marks were indeed left by him, but he was such a coward that he had fallen asleep halfway through! This was Jing Tingting's greatest regret.
However, she wasn't about to let him off easily. To secure her place as a bride, she decided to continue misleading him.
"Feigning amnesia? You must not want to take responsibility! You're so pathetic; how am I supposed to face others now? Wuwu..." Jing Tingting covered her face and cried dramatically, though her eyes remained dry.
Such clumsy acting could only be believed by someone like Rofeide, who was thoroughly shocked by reality. The moment he saw a woman cry, he was completely at a loss, especially since he was the one who had bullied her first. This guilt was something he could never wash away, even if he jumped into the Yellow River.
"Don't cry, I... I will take responsibility..."
"Really?!" Jing Tingting immediately looked up at him, her face devoid of any tear stains. "To help you deepen your memory of last night, I've decided..."
Huh?! Rofeide suddenly felt as if he had been "tricked." Before he could react, his lips were sealed, completely shattering his fragile resolve.
Rofeide pressed Jing Tingting against him, using the last bit of his rationality to shout, "You still have a chance to escape!"
"Why would I escape? The one who should escape is you, right?" Her delicate fingers traced over his chest, skillfully unraveling his remaining rationality.
The man, unable to suppress his rising desire, furrowed his brow. His heated body stimulated her soft skin, eliciting a soft moan from her.
This woman was incredibly cunning; she almost dominated the entire "battle," while he acted like a submissive dog, allowing her to toy with him.
Every time he tried to control the fire within him, she would tempt him with whispers in his ear, coaxing him to abandon his defenses and "plunder" her wildly. Eventually, when they were both exhausted from their games, Rofeide looked down at the large "strawberries" on his chest and suddenly realized how thoroughly he had been played.
Years later, when Rofeide reflected on that time, he realized that he wasn't entirely devoid of self-control; it was just that Jing Tingting had struck at the pride deeply rooted in his nature. He couldn't bear the humiliation of being provoked. After enduring so much suffering, it seemed too unwise not to bring this woman to heel.
In the end, he had fallen for that little trick of hers!
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