The first record, the pearl is covered in dust.

Give me the manuscript, you are running out of time. Cheng Yizhe put down his pen and looked gently at Nian Qing.

There is a group of students marching on Xinhua Road. Lao Yi and Xiao Bei are going there.

Nianqing looked tired, and interrupted her gently, "I'm sorry, Nianqiao. I had to work overtime today and lost track of time. I will try my best to be punctual in the future. However, as I have repeatedly told you, no one will be kind to you for no reason. Unless absolutely necessary, try not to owe anyone any favors!"

"Then there's no time for dinner, right?" Amy frowned.

With a apologetic smile, Nianqing lowered his head and continued to work on the manuscript.

Upon closer inspection, Cheng Yizhe recognized him and exclaimed, "Oh, it's Young Master Xue!"

Nianqing closed the office door and happened to hear Xia Hangsheng's loud voice. Nianqiao also turned her head to look at her.

Mixed with the sound of footsteps, Mr. Ye, the editor-in-chief, with his loud voice, reverberated throughout the building of the newspaper office.

"Mr. Cheng is Mr. Cheng, there is no 'Big Brother Cheng'!" With a strong and tough tone, a stern look could be seen beneath the old-fashioned black-framed glasses. Nian Qiao lowered her head, feeling wronged and hesitant to speak. Just as she was about to defend herself, a black Austin slowly pulled up. Cheng Yizhe poked his head out and said, "Hurry up, don't delay."

As soon as he saw you, he was stunned. The aroma of the pastries wafting from the shop seemed to have softened his heart like cream. He urged you with a smile, "What's taking so long? Who's in a hurry?" You had to get off the car, and Nian Qiao got off from the other side and ran around the car with joy, "We've been to this shop before, my sister took me here!" Cheng Yizhe smiled and asked, "Great, what flavor do you like?"

This is Schumann's words. Cheng Yizhe raised his eyes and smiled. He saw Nian Qiao's cute face blushing and sticking out her tongue in the rearview mirror, which made him find it even more interesting. "Just now you called me Big Brother Cheng, why did you go back to calling me by my name?"

This Xiaoshen has always been taciturn, only knowing how to bury herself in work. Her style of dress is completely different from that of modern girls. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she is a country bumpkin. Despite her young age, she always wears a loose and baggy coarse wool coat, and ties two braided pigtails like a rural girl. Whether it's cold or hot, she always wears a gray soft-brimmed hat, with the brim pressed against her eyebrows. Underneath, she wears a pair of round-framed glasses that cover half of her face. She has been working at the newspaper office for over two months, and Ye Qixian has not yet had a close look at her appearance. Despite her young age, she always wears a loose and baggy coarse wool coat, and ties two braided pigtails like a rural girl. Whether it's cold or hot, she always wears a gray soft-brimmed hat, with the brim pressed against her eyebrows. Underneath, she wears a pair of round-framed glasses that cover half of her face. She has been working at the newspaper office for over two months, and Ye Qixian has not yet had a close look at her appearance.

Nian Qiao was pleasantly surprised and exclaimed, "This is exactly the feeling, Mr. Cheng, you expressed it so well. I never knew how to express it!"

Ami is right. No matter how dedicated you are, you shouldn't mistreat yourself like this. Let's put the script aside for now and go have a meal together.

"Okay, wait for me for two more minutes!" Nie Qinggu could not spare any more words and hurriedly turned around, but was grabbed by Nie Qiao. "Oh, don't delay any longer, hurry up and go!"

Nianqing actually had no sleepiness, deliberately closed her eyes pretending to sleep, just didn't want Nianqiao to feel uneasy with her presence. After a while, she felt the car slowly stop, opened her eyes and looked outside the window, but they hadn't arrived at Qiaoxi Road yet.

What's wrong? Cheng Yizhe looked at her busily, "Is it very cold?"

As she watched the door of her bedroom close, Nianqing also closed the door of the bathroom. Her fingers silently pressed the lock, then she turned around and felt a sense of relief. In the mirror, the powder on her face had not been completely removed, and there were still traces of plum-colored lipstick on her lips. She almost got caught by Nianqiao. She thought she was already fast asleep, and in her moment of exhaustion, she became careless.

Brother Cheng, we haven't arrived here yet! Nie Qiao asked first.

Amat raised his voice, "You, always skipping dinner! This will lead to stomach problems!"

Even if you can't catch up, you still have to try. "Nianqing forced a smile.

When Nian Qing didn't speak, her scarf covered most of her face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly through her glasses. It wasn't until the handsome couple got into a luxury car by the roadside and disappeared that Nian Qing coughed twice and put down her scarf, raising her face and saying, "It's nothing, just choked by the cold wind."

She took three steps and then two steps to rush up the stairs. She was wearing only a white cheongsam and a lotus-colored woolen sweater. Two shiny black braids hung loosely over her shoulders, and her cheeks were moist and tender. Sweat beads were oozing from the tip of her nose.

Nianqing still hesitates, worried that the manuscript may not be translated in time.

The voice of the chief editor of the newspaper, Cheng Yizhe, came from the door, which was like a gospel that saved the three editors from dire straits.

Old Ye, you can't treat our talented women as laborers and exploit them. Cheng Yizhe just smiled.

"How many times have I told you not to call me Mr. Cheng?" Cheng Yizhe complained with a smile, showing a hint of childish helplessness. "I have a name too." Nian Qing paused for a moment, pretending to focus on the manuscript without responding.

No, you haven't said goodnight to me yet! Nian Qiao squinted her eyes and acted coquettishly. She hadn't yet adapted to the light in the bathroom. In the dimness, she felt that her sister's face was particularly white, with rosy cheeks and deep green eyebrows, vaguely different from usual.

Sister, you came back so late again. said Nian Qiao as she rubbed her eyes and pushed open the door to the bathroom.

Amidst the hustle and bustle, another day has passed. When the sky turned completely dark, the lights were still on in the newspaper office.

Well, it's all the same. Nian Qiao stole a glance at Nian Qing, and saw her closing her eyes slightly, as if she had fallen asleep against the seat. Cheng Yizhe also saw this from the rearview mirror. He thought that Nian Qing must be too exhausted, so he kept quiet to avoid disturbing her.

Old Xia, please help me out. I only have a few lines left, and I won't make it in time. Cheng Yizhe pushed the door open and threw the manuscript onto the deputy editor's desk. Before Old Xia could come back to his senses from a pile of manuscripts, Cheng turned his head and shouted to the editor's office, "Old Ye, the manuscript is almost ready. Let Old Xia review it for you later!"

Cheng Yizhe nodded and smiled, without saying a word, he put away the manuscript, turned off the desk lamp, and took off the scarf hanging on the wall. "Let's go, I have my own way with the manuscript!" The clock hands had already passed eight o'clock, indeed it was delayed. Nian Qing apologized, "Once again, I have to trouble Mr. Cheng." Cheng Yizhe shook the scarf and put it around Nian Qing's neck, causing her to instinctively shrink her shoulders. He withdrew his hand and looked deeply at her. Nian Qiao stood by the door, looking at the two people in front of her, feeling a little dazed for a moment. "Once again, I have to trouble Mr. Cheng." Cheng Yizhe shook the scarf and put it around Nian Qing's neck, causing her to instinctively shrink her shoulders. He withdrew his hand and looked deeply at her. Nian Qiao stood by the door, looking at the two people in front of her, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Thinking of you, he buried himself in translating the draft, with no time to talk to her, just perfunctorily responding with a "hmm".

Cheng Yizhe lost interest in doing anything, but just gazed at her, unwilling to miss any of her small movements - every frown and smile that seemed ordinary but carried an indescribable charm when she did them. However, this silly girl never understood her own beauty. Looking at her focused profile, he felt warmth in his heart and couldn't help but softly call out to her, "Nian Qing."

I... 念卿 helplessly watched the editor-in-chief's figure disappear by the door.

The older sister has returned.

Ami watched from the side and suddenly felt a silent coordination between the two.

Nianqing's gaze passed over him and landed on the doorway. Editor Ye stood there with a displeased expression, trying not to lose his temper, staring at Cheng Yizhe.

Chopin's Nocturne in F Minor, Op. 55, No. 1.

Without waiting for your response, Nian Qiao already nodded gratefully and said, "Thank you very much, Brother Cheng!"

"Young Master Xue Si?," Qiao blurted out with a clear and crisp voice, attracting the attention of passersby. Even the elegant young master nearby tilted his head slightly, as if he had heard her voice.

Cheng Yizhe had already walked to her desk, smiling gently and saying, "Don't worry about the draft, I'm here."

No, you can send Nian Qiao first. I can be a little late.

Cheng Yizhe went to drive, Nian Qiao patted his chest and exclaimed, "Thanks to Brother Cheng, it would have been troublesome if I had been late today. The teacher is going to test the class piece, and it's my turn to go first. If I'm late again, I definitely won't pass..."

Cheng Yizhe could only smile, feeling helpless towards her unfamiliar tone, "So, please write quickly."

Nian Qiao stole a glance at her sister's expression and saw that she was only looking out the window. She answered cautiously, "Yes, we have to prepare for a new music exam."

Amey has finished her manuscript, packed up her things, and turned around to see that only Shen Nianqing is still buried in translating the manuscript. Cheng Yizhe sits quietly next to her, saying he is reviewing the manuscript, but in fact, he is personally helping her proofread and transcribe it.

Nian Qiao was taken aback, and then saw Cheng Yizhe. His face turned red and he said, "Brother Cheng is here too."

A gentle male voice was heard from inside, "Don't worry about the manuscript, just leave quickly. I'll take care of the rest."

Unfortunately, there are rumors circulating in the newspaper office that Chief Editor Cheng has a romantic interest in the newly arrived female editor, Shen Nianqing. However, Mr. Ye simply does not believe it. Regardless of Cheng Yizhe's background, which is not to mention his wealthy family and outstanding literary talent, even in terms of character and appearance, he is among the best. How could such a talented individual be attracted to a plain and introverted girl like her?

Both sisters were stunned. Cheng Yizhe smiled as he got off the car and held the door open for Nian Qing. "You haven't had dinner yet. There are several delicious cakes in this Belarusian restaurant," he said. He bent down to help her, his warm smile and captivating gaze like the enchanting lights behind him. "Come on, I don't know what flavors you both like."

Let's go. Nianqing pretended not to hear anything and hurriedly walked down the stairs with Nianqiao. However, Cheng Yizhe quickly followed them downstairs and shouted, "Wait for me to send you!" A yellow carriage driver had already come up to them on the roadside, but Nianqing seemed to not hear and was about to get on. Cheng Yizhe caught up and stopped them, saying, "Take my car, the yellow carriage is too slow!"

Damp and black hair on the temples and eyelashes, with water droplets dripping from the eyelashes, and the skin is translucent like porcelain.

Oh no, Nian Qiao has found me here. I must be late. Nian Qing jumped up and discreetly avoided Cheng Yizhe, pulling open the slightly closed door. Before seeing anyone, she heard a crisp voice shouting on the stairs, "Sister, why haven't you finished work yet? I've been waiting for you for half an hour, we're going to be late for class!"

As soon as the voice fell, I heard the sound of footsteps running up the stairs, as if every step was jumping, causing the old wooden floorboards to tremble slightly.

"重色轻友!" Xia Hangsheng laughed and cursed at his back, "Everyone is chasing after girls, only you, Master Cheng, are so remarkable!"

Lost in thought, "But Brother Cheng..."

Colleague Ame lifted her head from a pile of manuscripts and forced a bitter smile, "It's terrible, we have two more translated drafts to do!"

Hello, and the book... Xia Hangsheng shouted, "This is too much!" Cheng Yizhe ignored him, packed up his belongings, and left, saying, "Make sure your manuscript is error-free."

Under the light, his hands are slender and thin, with slightly protruding bones that reveal the owner's unique stubbornness.

Cheng Yizhe took the opportunity to ask, "Is it crucial for Qiao to attend today's class?"

Good night. Nian Qiao pouted in a resentful manner and turned around to go back to the room.

Mr. Cheng, Nianqing, I'm leaving work now, goodbye. Ami politely bid farewell to Cheng Yizhe, but winked at Nianqing, intentionally leaving the door slightly ajar when leaving. The room suddenly became quiet, with only the ticking sound of the clock hanging on the wall. Cheng Yizhe glanced at the time and realized it was almost eight o'clock. Nianqing had to leave at half past eight every evening to work as a private English tutor.

Cheng Yizhe let out a sound and said with a smile, "Full of fantasy and tranquility, like a song in a child's dream."

As Nianqing raised her eyes to look at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already seven o'clock. There were two translation drafts, and she wondered when they would be finished... She pushed her black-framed glasses up her nose and let out a soft sigh.

While Nianqing was busy finishing the last few lines, he only responded with a low voice and did not lift his head.

The newspaper office at ten in the morning was as busy as a battlefield, with hurried footsteps coming in and out, making a loud thud on the wooden floor.

Nian Qiao whispered in admiration, "Wow, what a beautiful pair!"

In the two-story newspaper office, people were falling and horses were flipping. The typewriters were clattering, creating a cacophony. Discarded manuscripts were scattered all over the floor. Everyone coming in and out seemed to be treading on wheels of fire and wind, making the stairs and floorboards thud loudly. The short and stout figure of Editor Ye rolled in and out like the wind, throwing a sentence at the editorial department. Without waiting for a response from the staff, he hurriedly rushed back to his office to answer the phone.

Staring at her own face in the mirror, Ding Ding felt that Shen Nianqing was exhausted and absent-minded. Another night had passed. As she fell asleep and woke up, she could once again become the real and tangible Shen Nianqing.

Others privately say that these two are not a good match. After getting to know each other for a long time, she actually feels that Nian Qing is not as rustic as others say, nor as dull as she looks on the surface. In Amei's view, Nian Qing just doesn't know how to dress up, and in fact, she is good-looking. Her every move and gesture exude an indescribable charm, so it's not surprising that she would attract Cheng Zhubi.

Good night, go back to sleep quickly, I am also very tired. Sister ignored her coquetry, seeming impatient, waved her hand and turned her face away.

Thinking of you, I couldn't help but smile. As I glanced to the side, I saw the glass revolving door being pushed open, and a couple walked out together. In their hurried steps, they were already dazzling, attracting the attention of passersby. The man and woman were both handsome and beautiful, dressed in exquisite and colorful attire, complementing each other.

Cherry jam and bayberries! Nian Qiao's eyes curved as she smiled, resembling a greedy little cat.

"Nianqing?" Cheng Yizhe reached out and pressed down on the manuscript, not allowing her to evade.

Thinking of you, I lowered my head and pushed my glasses, saying softly, "It's okay, almost done. I've been troubling Mr. Cheng all the time, I'm really sorry."

The two sisters did not speak to each other along the way. After Nian Qing reported the address, she did not speak again. The usually lively Nian Qiao also remained silent. Cheng Yizhe was somewhat puzzled, and after some thought, he found a topic and asked, "Do we go to No. 10 Ming Shan Road first, and then take Nian Qiao to Qiao Xi Road?"

Nianqing turned on the tap, scooped up some clear water, and slowly washed away the powder on her face.

"Look at the way you're talking, do you even know what it means to cherish and appreciate beauty?" Editor Ye rolled his eyes, but deep down he thought, there are only two female editors in this newspaper office, neither of them can be considered as beautiful or delicate. Ah Mei is chubby, and although Xiao Shen has a tall figure, she is a plain Jane.

Mr. Cheng! Chief Editor Cheng! Is your editorial ready?

Under the slanting light, the shadow of a stack of documents was cast on the table. Nian Qing was too absorbed in writing to notice the dimness of the light. Cheng Yizhe quietly walked behind her and adjusted the position of the desk lamp to make the light brighter. Nian Qing looked up and smiled at him, but they didn't speak and went back to their work.

The clock struck two in the early morning, and familiar light footsteps came up the wooden stairs.

Oh, which one?

With her back to the door, the sister standing in front of the mirror suddenly turned around when she heard Qing's name, as if she was startled by her presence. She raised her hand to cover her face and said, "Nian Qiao, you... you should go back to sleep quickly, be careful not to catch a cold."

Cheng Yizhe turned around and smiled, saying, "I know there's still time. Let's come over and buy some snacks first."

Just at this moment, the doorman downstairs shouted, "Shen Nianqing, someone is looking for you--."

Nian Qiao, in a daze, listened to the sound of the door opening. She heard her sister walking in. After a while, she didn't see her sister walking into her room as usual to say goodnight. There was no movement in the room. What was her sister doing? Nian Qiao, with sleepy eyes, got up, put on slippers, and opened the door. She saw a faint light coming from behind the slightly ajar bathroom door.

That person, Xiao Shen, Shen Nianqing, please hurry and translate two more drafts for me!

Ami stopped writing and asked her, "Will we miss the evening class?"

Nianqing pulled up his scarf and covered his mouth, turned his body to the side, and coughed.

The dock workers are still on strike, the draft has not been returned, urge them again and again!

The wall clock ticks, and everyone has left their offices. Only the editing room on the second floor remains illuminated with dim yellow lights.