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"Ugh, what? Of course, we need to reprint Sensei Ikeda's manga, obviously! If he dares to miss a deadline, you should take a kitchen knife and go find him—let's see if he still wants to draw!" He Yiting's irritable tone put immense pressure on the young editor on the other end of the line. The words generous, gentle, and warm-hearted had nothing to do with him; behind his back, everyone called him the Cold-Blooded Chief Editor.
Only the new editor Zhao Wantong dared to confront him head-on. Her courage was akin to that of Tie Mu Lan in the Editorial Department. Zhao Wantong flipped through her schedule; she still had to call and urge for submissions. If the rookie manga artist she was responsible for continued to drag their feet, she would seriously consider taking the Editor-in-Chief's advice and march over with a kitchen knife to the studio.
"Tongtong... are you... going to urge for submissions?" A pale hand emerged from a pile of books, and the exhausted art editor, almost buried under manga, asked weakly.
Zhao Wantong nearly shouted, "Mei Ling, don't scare me in broad daylight!"
"Sorry... Ah, New Year's Day is coming soon... Ha... I still have to work overtime... Woe is me..."
"Come on, pull yourself together!"
At this point, holidays and celebrations had nothing to do with her anymore; her love life had long been buried in the busy grind of the Editorial Department. Zhao Wantong admitted that this job felt more like an intimate partner than the scumbag who had dumped her. Yet inside, she still felt a sharp pain that she couldn't hide from her eyes. Unbeknownst to her, He Yiting was watching her thoughtfully, his gaze filled with concern.
"If you have time to daydream here, you might as well get back to work." He Yiting crossed his arms and leaned against the door of the break room. His cool voice snapped Zhao Wantong out of her melancholic reverie.
"Editor-in-Chief!" Startled, Zhao Wantong nearly knocked over her coffee cup.
He Yiting approached her and lightly tapped her forehead with his notepad. "Only a fool would bring personal feelings into work."
"Hey! That hurt, you know?!" Zhao Wantong grimaced at him, her brows furrowing. "If I set my mind on being an excellent manga editor, your position might be at risk! Just wait and see; one day I'll pull you down from being Editor-in-Chief!"
"Oh? That sounds quite promising." The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, sending a shiver down the spine of the young editor. "But before that, why not try making me a comic that can sell a million copies?"
Zhao Wantong slumped back to her desk in defeat. She realized that even when it came to cursing someone out, her momentum had halved. She wouldn't naively believe that He Yiting would genuinely forgive her; especially now that he had caught onto her little weakness. His fluent remark about how "if you can't sell fifty thousand copies of your comic, I'll have your head" lingered in her mind. If she dared to resist him, he would often counter with something like "someone caused me to get a scar on my forehead," completely defeating her resolve.
Zhao Wantong sighed weakly, her thoughts drifting back to work. Mei Ling, noticing her diminished spirit, curiously asked, “Did something happen between you and the Editor-in-Chief?”
Her mind flashed back to that moment when they had shared a passionate kiss, hitting Zhao Wantong right in the heart. Her face flushed instantly. Lately, she had been feeling off; why did her heart race so wildly whenever she faced He Yiting? Could it be… No, that was impossible. She shook her head to dismiss such absurd thoughts. She had just gone through a breakup; how could she entertain such inexplicable feelings?
“Ha! So there really is something going on!”
“Shut up! There’s nothing between us!” No way, absolutely not!
“Why not? The Editor-in-Chief is handsome and successful, just like the ideal characters in comics. Are you saying he’s not perfect enough for you?” The Editor-in-Chief had already captured the hearts of many women in the industry with just his looks; Zhao Wantong was truly oblivious to her good fortune!
He Yiting was naturally handsome, with a face like jade and striking phoenix eyes that were even more beautiful than a woman's. His high nose and thin lips exuded charm that could captivate anyone, regardless of gender. It was undeniable that He Yiting was good-looking; Zhao Wantong would even raise both hands in agreement. The problem was that while he had a pretty face, his character was rotten to the core!
“If I were to be with someone as cold-blooded as him, it would be a sign of the apocalypse!” Just as Zhao Wantong finished speaking, a rhythmic tapping sound echoed on the table. The fingers were long and slender, and even the watch on his wrist looked familiar. She looked up to see He Yiting glaring at her fiercely.
“Who are you calling cold-blooded?” He smirked slightly, veins popping on his forehead. “I think we should raise this month’s sales target to one million copies.”
“Editor-in-Chief, I’m sorry! Woe is me…”
At year’s end, the Editorial Department held a New Year’s party at a grand hotel. Everyone was high-spirited and enjoying themselves after being released from their intense work schedules, except for Zhao Wantong, who sat alone in a corner nursing her drink. She usually avoided alcohol because it made her rowdy, but today she couldn’t shake off her oppressive mood and decided to numb herself with liquor.
“Tong Tong, you shouldn’t drink anymore.” Mei Ling supported the tipsy Zhao Wantong.
“I’m not drunk! I can still drink! More!”
“You’re saying you’re not drunk when you’re like this?”
Mei Ling shivered as the cold wind blew, pulling her neck in as she prepared to hail a taxi. A black Audi came to a stop in front of them, and the driver’s window rolled down to reveal a composed and handsome face.
"Editor-in-Chief!" Oh my goodness! This million-dollar imported Audi was blinding her titanium alloy eyes! She hadn’t expected the Editor-in-Chief to be so wealthy!
"I'll give you a ride home," he offered.
"Is that really okay?" Although she said it was too much, Mei Ling shamelessly opened the car door, clearly eager for a ride in such a luxury vehicle.
Mei Ling had initially planned to take Zhao Wantong home, but the Editor-in-Chief said something ambiguous: "I know where she lives; you can get out now."
"But… wait?! Are you saying…" Are you two dating?
He Yiting flashed a mysterious smile at Mei Ling, deciding to mislead her, prompting her to get out and leave. He knew Zhao Wantong's home all too well; he often pretended to linger around this area just to catch a glimpse of her.
Those feelings bottled up inside him—how could this girl possibly understand? He Yiting picked up Zhao Wantong and headed straight for the old gray-white apartment building. He pulled out the key from her bag and effortlessly stepped into her territory.
"You jerk! How dare you say I lack the awareness of being an editor!" Suddenly, the usually docile Zhao Wantong struggled in his arms, shaking his collar with a fierce expression that suggested she was ready to fight.
With a thud, they both fell to the ground. He Yiting propped himself up on his arms, gazing at her delicate face, feeling his heart skip a beat. Her eyes were misty and bright, her lips soft and pink like clouds. In an instant of his daze, her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck, pulling him down.
The kiss mingled with alcohol might not have been perfect, but it carried her unique sweetness that made him want to devour everything about her. His desire for her had never waned since that winter many years ago…
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