“Of course! Actually, you didn’t need to come in person. After your last phone call, we’ve already assigned her to more static news stories.” From the voice, one could imagine the editor-in-chief’s chest-thumping boastful expression. “In fact, I’ve long wanted to transfer Miss Ding to a more… uh… less conflicting news beat. Miss Ding is young and inevitably impulsive. This time, her work-related injury has also made us feel guilty…”
“Then I’ll trouble you.” A concise sentence ended the endless rambling.
“Who’s inside?” she asked Ally. The voice sounded increasingly familiar—could it be…?
Ally’s smile didn’t reach her eyes, with a hint of jealousy. “What do you think?”
“How did you get connected with them? Looks like your skills aren’t as bad as I imagined!” Betty retorted.
Cathy is also jealous. “This is called ‘eating three bowls of rice with gusto’.”
”What did you say!?” She slammed her hand on the table, jumping up, almost challenging him to a duel over this ambiguous remark.
The door to the reception room suddenly opened, and a tall figure stepped out, followed by two chubby guys.
Wei Zhanyi! Is it really him again!?
”What are you doing here?” Qing Yan’s beautiful face darkened.
”How can you be so rude to Mr. Wei?”
”I told her to be rude to me. Any objections?”
A chilling cold glance swept across, and the editor-in-chief and the boss immediately shut their mouths, not daring to say more.
Having stepped onto her turf and demanding to “take good care” of Ding Qingyan, with a domineering attitude of “she’s mean to me, but I like it, and I don’t care what you think,” what else could they do but keep quiet?
She felt something was off. “What trick are you playing?”
The editor-in-chief spoke first: “Mr. Wei is concerned about your safety…”
She wasn’t stupid. Thinking quickly, she said ominously: “Have you been behind these boring arts and culture news I’ve been running lately?”
He looked at her mysteriously, a cryptic smile playing at the corner of his mouth, but said nothing.
”Are you interfering in my work again?” She was almost furious.
”Qingyan!” The boss was about to apologize for her disrespectful tone.
Wei Zhanyi had just hinted at the possibility of acquiring the magazine. If Wei Zhanyi made a move, he could get a large sum of money, and the editor-in-chief could immediately be promoted from a “low-level magazine editor” to the “editor-in-chief of a golden magazine in Wei Zhanyi’s eyes” – never mind Ding Qingyan, even his own wishes could be immediately fulfilled.
Just for this point, even if Wei Zhanyi wanted to get rid of Ding Qingyan, they would wash her neck and offer her up for him to deal with!
”Why are you shouting so loud? I’m not deaf!” Qing Yan sat down angrily, opening her computer, thinking that after he left, she had plenty of ways to force the editor-in-chief to let her cover mainstream news.
”I’m leaving now,” Wei Zhanyi began to walk away.
”Wait,” Qing Yan jumped up like a cushion full of needles. “When are you going to let me do an exclusive interview?”
He stopped, hands in his pockets, looking relaxed. “Wait until you understand the motivation.”
”What a terrible question!” She didn’t need to think twice! “Motivation? It’s simple! You have value worth reporting, and I have the duty to report.”
”Then go report…” He slowly came back, looking at the stack of arts and culture news on her desk, his eyes also catching the neatly spread paper he had copied, hiding a smile at the corner of his mouth. “Arts and culture news! Society needs more cultural nourishment compared to boring gossip.”
Saying such words was tantamount to mocking her. Everyone knew her greatest wish was to be an independent career woman, with news that “rolled and scooped,” taking it upon herself to expose dark sides, correct social winds, and restore the truth.
She swept his hand away. “Don’t touch my things!”
At that moment, her computer screen suddenly popped up window after window, each filled with pornographic images.
”Oh no! How could this happen?” She hadn’t touched anything, just pushed him away. “Go away!”
She squeezed past him, bending down, tightly gripping the mouse, staring at the screen, desperately closing windows, only to find more pornographic windows appearing.
Ally rolled over in her wheelchair. “Ha, your computer is infected!” with a hint of schadenfreude.
”Quick, disconnect all computers, or the losses will be severe!” the editor-in-chief shouted.
Everyone hurried to act, no longer in the mood to tease her.
The editor-in-chief rushed over, angry and anxious. “Did you secretly visit porn sites? How else would you get such a virus?”
Xiao Ke naively chimed in: “Oh yeah, I heard some viruses only appear when you open porn websites!”
”I didn’t!” she cried out in grievance.
Her nemesis Wei Zhanyi was actually smiling at her.
”Darling, if you’re unsatisfied, come find me, and I’ll try my best to satisfy you.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist, giving her an unexpected deep kiss, a subtle rub that made her feel his strong desire rising.
Her face turned red. To say she felt nothing would be a lie…
This sudden scene, though more conservative than the porn windows, was incredibly shocking. Everyone in the office was stunned.
So… they were “that kind of relationship,” which is why Wei Zhanyi was being so “attentive” to her!
”Get lost!” she pushed him away, stomping her foot. “I never want to see you again!”
He gave a purely masculine smile. “I’ll wait for you to come to me.”
”In your dreams!” A stapler flew towards him.
He easily dodged, walking away confidently.
Qing Yan glared angrily, wanting to kick his ass, but was surprised to find that his tight, narrow hips moved even more beautifully than Pierce Brosnan’s.
”Ah! I’m infected too!” Betty’s scream pulled her back, preventing her from imagining what his bare buttocks looked like.
Deep in a corner of her heart, a soft sigh of regret was released.
”Why did you come to find me today?”
Ding Lao Di, just finished a round of qigong and a complete tai chi set in a small park, his complexion rosy and a light sweat on his forehead, Wei Zhanyi sat under a tree, opening a bottle of mineral water for him.
You are a professional translator who is proficient in both Chinese and English. Your task is to translate the following Chinese text into English. Requirements:
- Translate accurately and fluently, maintaining the original style and tone
- For Chinese names, use pinyin romanization
- Preserve all original content without omissions
- Ensure natural and idiomatic English expression
- Keep the original paragraph structure
- If there are any specialized terms, translate them accurately
- IMPORTANT: Only give me the output and nothing else.
“You really shouldn’t be sitting down. As a big CEO who sits at a desk all day long, you should take some time to practice qigong with me,” Ding Laoda wiped his forehead and neck with a square towel.
“Looks like the teacher is living a leisurely life.”
“I’ve lived most of my life. I’ve gotten married, had children, and now I’m drawing a retirement pension and living like a parasite. Of course, it’s leisurely.” He spoke while twisting his neck and stretching his arms. “Now my only responsibility is to marry off my three daughters before they turn thirty.”
“Why the rush to get them married before thirty?”
Ding Laoda sighed. “Twenty-five is a woman’s peak period. By thirty, the chances of marriage become slim! As a father, of course I hope they all find a good match.”
Wei Zhanyi pondered briefly, raised his head with a satisfied smile.
“So, Qingyan is now twenty-three. I have at least six years to wear her down.”
“Qingyan?” Ding Laoda stopped all movement, looking surprised.
