"Can it be solved?" He asked softly, but his voice was as deep as the Qingtian stone paperweight on her desk.
Xie Yun felt her nod behind him. He suddenly chuckled, took out an oil-paper package of Xinghualou from his military pants pocket, turned around slowly, wiped the tears from her cheeks: "Think about it after you eat sweets."
The oil paper unfolded to reveal a hibiscus flower carefully carved from puff pastry. The puff pastry petals were layered and the delicate texture was as lifelike as a real flower.
Zheng Wanqing looked at the delicate hibiscus flower dessert and took a bite from his hand. The sweet taste instantly spread on the tip of her tongue.
Xie Yun looked at her eating snacks, his eyes full of pampering. His thumb rubbed the corner of her lips, leaving a thin callus and gently stroking the unique touch: "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Zheng Wanqing chewed the snack in her mouth, raised her eyes to look at Xie Yun, tears still welling up in her eyes, and said with a nasal voice: "It's just a simple thing."
Xie Yun put his arm around her shoulders and led her to sit on the sofa. He poured a cup of hot tea and handed it to her: "Nothing is easy. Newspaper work is complicated and involves many aspects."
Zheng Wanqing held the teacup, feeling the warmth coming from the heat in her palms, and said slowly, "Yes, I understand."
Xie Yun held her in his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head: "Don't worry too much, things will always develop in a good direction. You have been busy with the newspaper's affairs during this period, and you should take a good rest. The newspaper cannot do without you."
Zheng Wanqing was amused by his words.
"It's not as important as you say. The newspaper is full of talented people and can still function without any one of them."
Xie Yun looked into her eyes seriously, and said with a firm and affectionate look: "You are the best editor Zheng in my heart."
Zheng Wanqing's cheeks flushed slightly, and she punched him lightly: "You just know how to make me happy."
"What I said is all true." Xie Yun smiled and hugged her tightly.
Zheng Wanqing leaned in his arms, feeling his warmth and support, and the haze in her heart gradually dissipated.
The next day, when Zheng Wanqing opened the door of the newspaper office, her eyes were instantly attracted by her oak desk. On the desk, an exquisite celadon vase stood quietly, the vase body glowing with the blue glaze of rain-soaked sky, and a few newly picked tuberoses leaned against it, the clean petals still adorned with morning dew.
Under the bouquet was a piece of gold-sprinkled paper that exuded a faint sandalwood scent, and next to it was the familiar proofreading book. Zhu Yinlin's unique cursive handwriting meandered on the paper: "Three quarters after 3 pm, Victoria Cafe".
She opened the proofs. The page they had argued about last night had been rewritten. The paper was smooth without a single wrinkle. Zhu Yinlin used the Prussian blue ink reserved for editors to carefully mark the margins of the page: "This quotation has been verified to be incorrect. It is recommended to use the original text published in the 20th issue of Women's Magazine instead." The handwriting was so neat that it was almost pious, and even the punctuation marks were round and full.
In the Victoria Cafe at 5 pm, the stained glass filtered the sunlight into colorful blocks, casting magnificent patterns on the teak floor. Zheng Wanqing took a sip of Darjeeling black tea, and the elegant tea fragrance spread on the tip of her tongue. She looked across at Zhu Yinlin, who rarely tied her curly hair into a ponytail. The plain cheongsam made her look even thinner, and there was a faint blue-gray under her eyes, and even her usually bright lip color was a little dull.
Zheng Wanqing gently pushed the soufflé that the waiter had just brought over. The porcelain plate made a crisp sound when it touched the marble tabletop. The fluffy dessert trembled slightly on the gold-rimmed plate, like a light cloud.
The silver spoon suddenly hit the edge of the cup with a clang, causing a subtle echo in the quiet cafe. Zhu Yinlin twisted her fingers around the linen napkin embroidered with irises, her knuckles creased with force. "Sister Wanqing, I'm sorry..."
Zheng Wanqing's eyes fell on her slightly trembling eyelashes, and her voice was as gentle as the warm sunshine by the window: "Yinlin, in the newspaper, every decision we make involves the hard work of the entire team." She paused, "This matter is indeed too risky."
Zhu Yinlin's ears turned slightly red, and a tear fell on the napkin, leaving a dark mark: "I know I was wrong... I saw you and my cousin were so in sync at that time..."
Zheng Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then suddenly chuckled: "Yinlin, you really misunderstood. Ji Chen and I were just classmates when we were studying in France, and I'm already married."
Zhu Yinlin was surprised: "How could it be? Who is your husband?"
"Xie Yun..." This name fell lightly, but it made Zhu Yinlin open her eyes suddenly. The silver spoon in her hand fell on the plate with a "ding", attracting the attention of the guests sitting next to her.
"I kept it a secret because I was afraid of your reaction." Zheng Wanqing shook her head helplessly.
Zhu Yinlin hurriedly stood up and sat down again: "Young Master..."
"Just call me by my name." Zheng Wanqing interrupted her and gently tapped the back of her hand with her fingertips.
"Sister Wanqing." Zhu Yinlin smiled shyly, but her cousin's lonely figure that day appeared in her mind, and she suddenly realized. Even though her cousin had many advantages in her heart, he seemed to be slightly inferior to Marshal Xie. Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel sorry for Ji Chen.
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