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The next few days passed as usual, and Zhao Wantong was frustrated with herself for still having expectations of He Yiting. After waiting for several days, he still offered no explanation!
Just when she was feeling desperate, He Yiting approached her, but he wasn’t there to provide any clarification; he was there to assign her a task!
"Wan Tong, this afternoon, come with me to Sensei Ikeda's house. Xiao Wang is being transferred to another department, so you will be the editor-in-charge for Sensei Ikeda from now on. We need to discuss some reprints this afternoon."
While it was indeed exciting to be responsible for the works of a popular manga artist, the fact that he still had no intention of explaining himself left Zhao Wantong unable to feel happy about it.
"Yes, Editor-in-Chief." She replied coldly, shooting him a glare that could kill.
This girl was incredibly stubborn, determined to draw a clear line between them, which made He Yiting swallow back many words he wanted to say. He truly had no experience in pursuing someone; even during his time as the Eldest Young Master of the He Family, women had always thrown themselves at him. Yet Zhao Wantong was the only one who made him willing to invest his feelings.
However, he had been too cautious, watching her from afar for three years. Finally, when she broke up with her boyfriend, he had managed to ruin their relationship instead.
Sometimes he really had to despise himself; the result of three years of waiting was nothing more than a "cold-blooded killer" ending.
Sensei Ikeda had always been a highly promoted popular manga artist at the publishing house, around twenty-six years old and a graduate of an art university. At first, Zhao Wantong held onto beautiful fantasies, imagining Sensei Ikeda as a handsome young man radiating artistic charm, surrounded by an array of comics in a studio filled with warm sunlight. But the moment she stepped into the studio, she felt as if she had walked into a garbage dump. A foul stench permeated the air—no, it seemed the source of the stench was coming from the floor. Zhao Wantong looked down and saw a hand reaching out from the pile of trash, grabbing her ankle.
"Ah—there's a ghost!" Zhao Wantong kicked the hand away and quickly hid behind He Yiting.
"Sensei Ikeda, are you working on your manuscript properly?" He Yiting remained calm and collected, as if he were used to such scenes.
"Ah... Editor-in-Chief... I still have three pages left..."
Zhao Wantong finally saw clearly that there was indeed someone in the trash heap. He was scruffy with deep dark circles under his eyes and seemed to be dozing off even while speaking. She finally understood that disillusionment was just the beginning of growth.
He Yiting then grabbed hold of that "living corpse," uttering heartless words: "Finish your drawings quickly! If you're going to die, at least finish before you go!"
The Cold-Blooded Chief Editor truly lives up to the name, so ruthless...
In the studio, aside from Sensei Ikeda's main drawing table, there were four additional desks and chairs for assistants. The warm tones that Zhao Wantong had imagined were replaced by a suffocating darkness.
How long had it been since the studio was cleaned? The scraps of paper on the floor could drown a person, and the assistants struggling in this hellish environment looked as if they were on the brink of death, all bearing expressions of impending doom.
Ah! How utterly despondent can you all be?!
When she used to urge for submissions, she had never witnessed such a terrifying scene. No wonder people say that popular manga artists carry immense pressure behind the scenes.
Heavens, she would have to come to this hell on earth every day to urge for submissions. Zhao Wantong couldn't help but shiver with goosebumps.
“Stop dawdling over there and come help,” He Yiting urged her. Thus, the two spent the entire afternoon busying themselves with dotting and proofreading.
Behind popular manga artists, it turned out that things were not as glamorous as others imagined. Especially when she saw the zombie-like Sensei Ikeda being forced by the Cold-Blooded Chief Editor to muster his last ounce of strength to finish the remaining three pages of artwork; she felt an overwhelming sympathy.
After a break from work, Zhao Wantong helped tidy up the studio. After resting, Sensei Ikeda and his team seemed completely rejuvenated.
It turned out that creating manga was like growing radishes; there was a cycle involved. Before harvest, they maintained a vibrant state of mind, while the process of wilting into dried radishes...
“Sensei Ikeda is quite the procrastinator. You have to go to his house ahead of time to urge him for submissions, and this guy responds better to pressure than pleasantries,” He Yiting shared her insights on their way back to the publishing house.
No wonder the Editor-in-Chief always said he wanted to grab a cleaver to urge for submissions; it seemed that performance was indeed driven by whip-cracking.
As Zhao Wantong silently followed behind He Yiting, they were still a short alley away from the parking lot when she finally spoke up, “He Yiting, I…”
She thought it was time to clarify things with He Yiting, but suddenly a shadow blocked their path, shattering Zhao Wantong's intentions.
"This mountain is mine, this tree is mine. If you want to pass through here, leave some money for the road!"
"..." Zhao Wantong felt veins throbbing on her forehead, her fists clenched tightly.
"Hey there, little girl, don’t struggle. Just hand over your purse and phone, or else, heh heh..." The thug grinned maliciously, completely unaware of how much the furious woman in front of him wanted to knock him flat!
As a man, He Yiting knew he couldn't abandon his companion in such an emergency, especially when she was the woman he loved. He tried to minimize the harm by offering money to the thug, but he underestimated the strength of the woman behind him. She was Tie Mu Lan from the Editorial Department, and she didn’t even need him to step in for protection.
"I’ve waited so long to settle this with him, and you come here to ruin my plans! Can’t you pick a better day to be annoying?! Ah—" Zhao Wantong, furious, took off her seven-centimeter high heels and hurled one at the thug's head. With her experience, her throw was precise in strength, speed, and direction.
Before the thug could react, he was knocked out cold by the heel. He Yiting watched in shock as sweat poured down his back; his little editor was incredibly fierce…
Zhao Wantong pulled He Yiting forward while stepping on the thug a few times for good measure. But that wasn't her main focus; she demanded a response from him: "You still owe me an explanation!"
He Yiting merely glanced at her in silence before taking a deep breath and softly said, "Let’s not talk about that right now. Let’s go home."
Even now he chose to evade? Zhao Wantong cursed herself for being so persistent; he had never cared about her at all. Her vulnerability shattered her strong facade as she glared at him with teary eyes: "You can go to hell! I must have been blind to have feelings for you!" With that, she turned away again, stabbing this cowardly man with her back.
The weakness in Zhao Wantong's eyes made it impossible for He Yiting to pretend he didn't care anymore. He felt ashamed of his fear that she might not like him back. However, her final confession gave him the courage he needed; He Yiting finally decided to be honest about his feelings and chased after her.
In her blind rush, Zhao Wantong didn’t notice a speeding truck heading straight for her. When she finally realized it, death was just inches away; she froze in place, unable to move.
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