"FUCK! You shameless bastard, if you're going to cheat, can't you at least keep it under wraps? Did you have to expose yourself in the middle of the night and make me wake up to work overtime?! Scumbags can go to hell! AHHHHH!"
In her nine-square-meter rented room, Chen Yajing hung up on her editor-in-chief and couldn't help but flop onto her pillow, butt in the air, frantically rubbing her head in a total meltdown. She didn't stop until her long hair was a bird's nest, then she threw back the covers, cursing, and sat up.
She blindly fumbled for the black-framed glasses by her pillow and put them on. Chen Yajing pulled on a coral fleece pajama set and sat on the edge of her bed in a daze for a few seconds, but ultimately resigned herself to her fate. She got up, took a sip of cold water, and opened her laptop to start writing.
As a recent graduate who had just passed her probation, she knew she was the one who had to do the dirty, tiring work. She'd known that for a while.
