Chapter 2 Seven Years Are Painful

Editor Song, editor of the magazine, slammed the table and shouted, "Where's Ding Qiuyu? She was sent to interview Liang Shiying and Huo Qiming's gossip story. But until now the sample article hasn't been sent back. What the hell is she doing?"

Ding Qiuyu finally got a taxi back to the magazine. As soon as she entered the door, she heard the chief editor swearing. She endured the pain and ran into the chief editor's office under everyone's sympathetic gaze.

"Chief editor, I've already done my interview. I've been delayed on the way. I'm sorry ..."

Before she could finish her apology, a thick stack of magazines were smashed against her head and fell onto her, causing her to stagger a few steps before she could stand still.

"Ding Qiuyu, there are already several pages of Xinfeng Magazine across the street covering the new romance relationship between Huo corporation's president, Huo Qiming, and the top star, Liang Shiying. We're three hours behind them! It's too late to become hot topic! Now you tell me what's the point of the interview! If you don't want to do it, then quit! Don't drag down the magazine. I don't keep idle people here! There's no place for you to enjoy salary for free!"

"Chief editor, I have ..."

"You have what! You know how many times I've heard of excuses like that? You did your best. You tried your best. Does mere try work? Where is your story? Where is our magazine page? Where are they? Where are they? If you can't do it well, don't act pitiful here. Do you think you are the wife of which CEO and can do whatever you want?"

Ding Qiuyu hugged her laptop tightly, unable to utter a single word.

Even if she was the CEO's wife, she couldn't do whatever she wanted.

So how noble can the identity of being the CEO's wife be for her?

She took a deep breath and did not explain any further. "Chief editor, this time the delay was caused by my personal fault. I'll take the responsibility for all the consequences."

"Who do you think you are? You will take the responsibility? The sales volume of Xinfeng Magazine today has exceeded the record, so how can you bear the loss that none of us sold out? Can you afford it? Get your stuff right now, and get the hell out of here!"

Gritting her teeth, she nodded her head and turned around to leave the office, with a few reporters surrounding her. "Sister Yu, are you okay? Your head is bleeding from being smashed. Hurry up and bandage it ..."

Ding Qiuyu shook her head as she packed up her camera and groceries. She hugged the cardboard box and smiled at them. "I' m fine. You guys should keep working hard. Remember what I've taught you. Don't make any mistakes, okay?"

"Sister Yu, don't leave. What should we do if you leave? Devil Song will torture us to death ..."

"So you have to grow up as soon as possible. Alright, let's not talk about it anymore. I'm leaving now. You can have dinner with me when you miss me."

Ding Qiuyu rubbed their heads and left the magazine, pretending to be relieved.

Standing at the door of the magazine, she looked back at the place where she had worked for six years and felt so sad that she couldn't speak.

For six years, the three chief editors were more and more mean-spirited. No matter how much she clung to this place, she still couldn't stay any more.

When she returned home at night, she found the villa was still empty. This villa was bought by Huo Qiming forced by his grandma, and he was also forced to stay at the house for every night, or the old lady would hang herself.

It was hard for Huo Qiming to come back every day and think of ways to avoid her every day.

With a bitter smile, she placed the carton in front of the door and dragged herself onto the sofa. The busy and hard day was finally over.

She suddenly remembered something when the clock struck twelve times. She forced herself to get up and pour herself a glass of red wine. The coffee table was filled with magazines with photos of Huo Qiming dating different women, and she raised her glass at the man.

"Huo Qiming, happy seventh anniversary."

With a click, the door suddenly opened ...

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