Wei Zhi drove Han Yiming back home. Midway, Han’s parents called. Hearing that the two were already on their way home, they were very pleased and thanked her repeatedly. Their affectionate tone over the phone was enough to give anyone goosebumps.
Mr. Han said, “Xiao Zhi, it’s all thanks to you for bringing him back. Don’t be fooled by your Han Ge’s age; whenever he’s with Jiang Chao and the others, he always ends up crawling home, with no sense of moderation. No one can persuade him… but this time, you brought him back early.”
Wei Zhi awkwardly smiled in response.
By this time, the car had arrived at the underground parking lot of Han Yiming’s residential area. The man didn’t rush to get out. Leaning against the passenger door, he looked at her with a half-smile, listening to her politely inform the person on the other end of the call that they had arrived and were about to hang up. Her tone was exceptionally obedient.
He couldn’t help but recall Jiang Chao’s words: “Wei Zhi, this girl, is liked by every man.”
Although they never said it out loud, always joking when they did, Han Yiming knew that among their circle, there were only a few girls. Some had been spoiled by their parents since middle school, and only a handful were well-behaved…
Wei Zhi was one of them.
If he didn’t make a move, they would be eager to try.
Having had a few drinks, Han Yiming’s thoughts wandered. He thought, “Good thing I came back in time.”
Patiently waiting for her to hang up, he looked her up and down. When she struggled to lean over the steering wheel to check the rearview mirror, he finally spoke, “Did you hear my dad’s tone just now? If I don’t marry you, I’m afraid they won’t let me in the house for New Year’s.”
“Ge,” Wei Zhi’s voice was calm, “Your jokes tonight seem endless. If you keep this up, I’ll get out of the car, and you can park it yourself.”
Han Yiming raised his eyebrows, about to say that even if he were drunk, he wouldn’t need to brake ten times while parking…
Before he could speak, she slowly added, “Once you get in the driver’s seat, you’ll find ten traffic police officers waiting for you, summoned by reported calls.”
“……”
The car slowly backed into the parking space.
Han Yiming couldn’t understand why there would be a girl who threatened people in such a cute way.
So, when Wei Zhi finally completed her task as a mover, sighed in relief, and unbuckled her seatbelt, just as she reached for the driver’s door, the man lazily asked, “Want to come up for a cup of tea?”
Wei Zhi: “……”
The words sounded familiar.
In the serialized comic Wei Zhi was currently working on, the story was about a woman who traveled to another world and became a female demon, raising an ungrateful disciple. After much effort, she raised him, only to be “executed on the spot” by the disciple who surpassed her…
Their ill-fated relationship began when the young disciple, after a training session, grabbed her sleeve and asked, “Master, would you like some tea?”
…………………………………………………………
Then, the master was “brewed” like tea by the disciple.
Connecting the dots between the second and third dimensions in her mind, the author, known to her readers as “the most cunning otaku in the world,” slowly realizes that this might be a signal…
“Han Yiming, I’m not going.” She reverted to calling him by his full name, her tone cold, “If you want tea, drink it yourself.”
She wasn’t in the mood for jokes tonight.
Han Yiming didn’t quite understand whether she went to Zhangjiakou for fun or transformation as if the northern ice and snow had hardened her bones—
She had resisted him countless times tonight.
Raising an eyebrow, unable to find the root cause, he thought he might be overthinking… The man was slightly displeased but didn’t show it. He raised his hand to press his brow, patiently and gently saying, “I still prefer it when you call me ‘Ge’.”
As he spoke, he habitually reached out to tuck her stray hair behind her ear, but she deftly dodged. “Go back,” Wei Zhi said, “Ge, good night.”
……
Returning home that night, Wei Zhi was physically and mentally exhausted, yet she still had to fulfill her obligations to her readers.
She opened her tablet, first sketching the storyboard and rough drafts. The pitiful male lead finally got out of the bathtub, his “ding” not wrinkled, still as useful as ever, a pillar of strength…
Wei Zhi, with a facial mask on, expressionlessly drew the “pillar of strength.”
Her pen moved swiftly as if guided by a divine hand. Even when outlining the “pillar of strength” that would be censored, she felt no emotional waves.
Until she drew the scene where the female lead entered and caught the male lead before he could dress—
The female lead, a career-focused demoness, wasn’t shy at the sight. She asked him how he got poisoned, whose poison it was, and how he could get poisoned like this, questioning where his brain was during training…
As she wrote these lines, Wei Zhi felt the familiar frustration of the dialogue.
Thinking about it but not recalling it, she didn’t dwell on it and continued drawing.
The male lead didn’t let the female lead finish her words. He wrapped his arms around her waist, placed her on the windowsill, lifted her skirt, and buried his head…
Huh?
Hmm.
Wei Zhi’s swift pen suddenly stopped. She stared blankly at the screen for three seconds, looking at the male lead’s action of placing the female lead on the windowsill. It felt incredibly familiar, and that physiological discomfort surged again.
Expressionlessly, she clicked the software’s clear button, watching the few pages of rough sketches disappear. She didn’t feel any regret—
So the plot changed to the female lead questioning the male lead’s brain, then dragging him to bed…
The windowsill was out of the question.
Never in this life.
With a bed, they should stay on the bed.
After finishing this batch of storyboards, Wei Zhi got up to make herself a cup of coffee. While waiting for the water to boil, she sent a WeChat message to Jiang Nanfeng.
[Girl Ji: Today, under the watchful eyes and expectations of many, I went to pick up Han Yiming.]