Nyoi-Bo Studio

  Nyoi-Bo Studio

  This heartless woman!

  Nevertheless, Ye Qianqian’s words reminded him of something.

  Shen Luo’an kept referring to Shen Manting as dead.

  But he never mentioned a single word about arranging for her funeral, which was unusual.

  He wondered.

  He had to admit his negligence.

  Lately, he had been occupied with his wedding affairs. He barely had time to pay attention to these trivial matters.

  In hindsight, he realized plenty of inconsistencies.

  He picked up Ye Qianqian’s phone and looked up Shen Manting’s WeChat account ID. He found it soon enough.

  Her WeChat handle was “Mopy,” followed by a heart emoji.

  She didn’t respond to the friend request.

  Could Shen Manting be busy looking for a job currently?

  After all, she had to secure a source of income.

  Shen Zhilie thought for a while and sent another friend request: Hello, I have looked through your resume on the internet.

  He had reached the word limit for the message.

  He sent it. There was still no response.

  He wasn’t surprised, but couldn’t help feeling disappointed.

  Shen Zhilie put the phone away. He was exhausted.

  He walked into the bathroom for a quick wash and plopped himself on the bed.

  He was fast asleep when he heard a buzz from Ye Qianqian’s phone.

  He arose instantly and grabbed the phone.

  He unlocked the phone, only to discover a notification on the latest celebrity gossip.

  Disappointed once again, he decided to go back to sleep. Suddenly, he heard another notification buzz. A message appeared on the notification bar: Mopy [heart emoji] has accepted your friend request.

  Shen Zhilie tapped it open out of surprise.

  He hadn’t even sent any messages yet, but he saw the status “Typing……” from the other end.

  Mopy: Hello, I’m Shen Manting. May I ask which company are you from?

  “Oh my god!” For a moment, Shen Zhilie didn’t know how to respond.

  Was it really Shen Manting?

  Shen Zhilie was sitting up on the bed and had a strong urge to wake Ye Qianqian up immediately.

  But logic prevailed over his impulse.

  Shen Zhilie browsed through Ye Qianqian’s social feed.

  The latest post featured a photo taken at the scene of a wedding ceremony, with a crying emoticon in the caption. “Getting married is tiring. Later, I’ll draw a comic with the title: My experience of marrying into a conservative, traditional family. It’s going to be lit! [fire emoji]”


  Shen Zhilie was taken aback.

  True enough, she had blocked many of her contacts.

  “This woman……”


  Shen Zhilie smiled and scrolled down, but found no information about her husband and her family.

  He heaved a sigh of relief and configured the settings to allow Qianqian’s posts to be displayed for only three days. Then, he replied: Hello, I am an editor from the capital branch of Euroasia Comics cartoons. I am currently in charge of recruiting new talents. I have read your resume and found you suitable for the job.

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  At the other end, Shen Manting, who was residing in Jiangnan, was shocked to see such a forthright response.

  Euroasia Comics?

  That was Ou Ming’s company!

  Yu Lili had worked there before. She used to visit her there.

  But wait, “capital branch”?

  Since when did they open a branch in the capital?

  She was compelled to examine the profile picture. It showed nothing except for the backside of a cartoon character.

  She navigated to his social feed. She guessed that he must have tied the knot recently. His other posts were work-related, mostly about his role in promoting the published comics.

  It should be legitimate.

  Shen Manting decided to take it seriously and asked: You’re from the capital branch? Which website did you read my resume from?

  Shen Zhilie was stumped. When he was at a loss for a reply, Ye Qianqian opened her eyes.

  She caught sight of him sitting on the edge of the bed, holding her phone. She blinked and asked, “What are you doing?”