Ji Chen stood at the door of the newspaper office and looked down at his pocket watch. The hands clearly showed that he was half an hour earlier than the agreed time. He subconsciously raised his hand to adjust the collar of his straight suit and looked towards the corner of the street unconsciously.

Soon, a blue figure came slowly. Zheng Wanqing was holding a leather notebook in her hand. She was wearing a well-cut dress. The delicate fabric fit her figure, as if it was a dream dress tailored for her. The lace embroidered on the hem of her skirt swayed slightly with her light steps, like a butterfly dancing in the spring.

A gentle smile appeared on Ji Chen's face. He walked forward quickly, with unconcealed joy in his voice: "Wanqing, welcome to the newspaper."

Zheng Wanqing was slightly stunned. She obviously didn't expect Ji Chen to wait here. Then a faint blush appeared on her face. She smiled a little embarrassedly: "How can I let you wait for me at the door? Have you been waiting for a long time?"

"Just for a moment." Ji Chen answered lightly, but his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer.

"I'll have to rely on your care in the future." She smiled gently, her eyes moving with a hint of humility and expectation.

Ji Chen took her into the newspaper room and introduced as he walked: "This is the reference room, which houses various books and old newspapers. It is a treasure house for us to get inspiration and materials." He pushed open the door, and a faint scent of ink and the unique smell of paper hit her face. In the room, rows of wooden bookshelves were neatly arranged, and the bookshelves were filled with various books.

"That's the typesetting room." He pointed to the other side. Workers were busy operating the printing presses. Paper was flowing rapidly between the machines, making a slight rustling sound.

Then they came to the editor's office. There were several wooden desks piled with manuscripts and books. The sun shone through the glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the floor. A young woman was writing at her desk. When she heard footsteps, she looked up and showed a bright smile.

"Wanqing, this is my cousin Zhu Yinlin, she just graduated from the United Girls' School and is now the editor of our newspaper." Ji Chen introduced her, "Yinlin, this is Zheng Wanqing, she will be our colleague from now on."

Zhu Yinlin's eyes were instantly attracted by Zheng Wanqing. Zheng Wanqing's skin was whiter than snow, and her eyes were clear and bright under her curved eyebrows. She had the gentle temperament unique to oriental women, and also combined the intelligence and elegance given by studying abroad. This unique charm made people want to get close to her.

"Can I call you Sister Wanqing?" Zhu Yinlin stood up and enthusiastically stepped forward to hold her hand, with admiration shining in her eyes. "I heard from cousin Ji that you majored in literature in France. I really admire you!"

Zheng Wanqing deliberately did not let the people in the newspaper know her identity as the young marshal's wife, and Xie Yun also respected her wishes very much. Therefore, everyone in the newspaper only regarded her as a newly recruited overseas editor. She smiled slightly, and the smile was like a spring breeze, and said gently: "Of course, sister Yinlin is too kind."

Zhu Yinlin wore a black western-style dress with a black bow tie at the neckline. Her hair was curled into fashionable waves. As she moved, she was full of youthful vitality and vigor. Her style was just like the current trendy women, bravely and boldly embracing Western culture.

Ji Chen watched the two of them chatting happily, with a gratified smile on his face: "Come to think of it, you two both studied at Mingya Girls' High School, so you must have many common topics." He paused for a moment, and then continued, "Yinlin also has a lot of insights in literature, you two should communicate more in the future."

Afterwards, Ji Chen took Zheng Wanqing to familiarize herself with the reporting process in detail, and then arranged for her to sit next to Zhu Yinlin. Zheng Wanqing immediately immersed herself in the work. She picked up a manuscript and read it carefully, sometimes frowning in thought, and sometimes picking up a pen to make comments. When she was concentrating, her slightly drooping eyelashes cast a small light shadow under her eyes, and her slender fingers gently turned the paper, with elegant and calm movements.

Ji Chen stood not far away, his eyes unconsciously lingered on her for a long time, and in a trance, he returned to the good times when he studied in France. At that time, she was also immersed in the world of literature, quiet and beautiful.

Zhu Yinlin looked at Zheng Wanqing from time to time, her eyes full of admiration. She couldn't help but come closer and asked softly: "Sister Wanqing, what do you think of this manuscript?"

Zheng Wanqing raised her eyes, the corners of her lips slightly raised, revealing a confident smile: "I think the idea of ​​this manuscript is quite good, and it keenly captures the current hot spots, but the expression can be further refined. Some sentences are a bit cumbersome and a bit lengthy, which affects the overall fluency." As she spoke, she stretched out her slender fingers and gently tapped a few places on the manuscript.

After hearing this, Zhu Yinlin nodded repeatedly: "I feel the same way! Sister Wanqing, your vision is really too sharp. You are indeed a person with profound attainments in the field of literature." She blinked playfully and continued: "Come to think of it, Sister Wanqing is my senior. I just graduated from the United School two months ago, and I haven't been here long either. I am also a newcomer who has just arrived."

"You are also a junior senior. I look forward to your guidance in the future." Zheng Wanqing smiled.

"Sister Wanqing, what topic are you going to write about in this issue of 'New Women'?" Zhu Yinlin asked curiously.

Zheng Wanqing pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "When I heard this topic yesterday, I had an idea in my mind. Women's emotions are delicate and rich. I want to write a poem that focuses on how new women bid farewell to old-fashioned constraints with an open-minded attitude. Perhaps this will resonate strongly with the majority of female readers."

"That's a great idea!" Zhu Yinlin's eyes lit up. "Then hurry up and create it. When the time comes, give it to my cousin for review. With your outstanding writing skills, it will surely attract a lot of attention and become the highlight of this issue."

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It was late at night, and in the study of Xie's house, only a desk lamp was left emitting soft light. Zheng Wanqing sat at the desk, the tip of the pen in her hand gently touching the paper, but for a long time she was unable to write a satisfactory poem. She frowned slightly, and her fingertips tapped the table unconsciously.

Xie Yun pushed the door open and saw that she was still writing at her desk, so he walked behind her and whispered, "It's so late, why don't you rest?"

Zheng Wanqing raised her head and saw that it was Xie Yun. A tired but sweet smile immediately appeared on her face: "I want to write a poem about the 'new woman', but I always feel like something is missing."

Xie Yun slowly sat down beside her, his eyes inadvertently sweeping across the draft papers on the table, and smiled helplessly: "I have never been delicate enough in emotional matters, and my thinking is relatively traditional and rigid. I'm afraid I can't help you in this regard."