Boss, You're Just a Source of Material

Coming next: Sunset Falls into an Orange Sea [Rekindled Romance], Old-Time Rain [The Ex-Wife Chasing Her Husband to the Crematorium], The Puppy Says the Culprit Is You. Please add them to your reading lists~ [I treat you like my wife, while you treat me like a reference library. A CEO with eight hundred tricks up his sleeve x an artist who matches wits with a CEO who has eight hundred tricks up his sleeve. Weibo: @SweetConeIsNotSweetAtAll] Urgent question! Help! I reported an offending driver and got him caught, causing him to lose points and get fined. Then, seeing how well he admitted his mistake and how incredibly handsome he was, I got chummy with him and spent the whole trip complaining about my company and boss. Afterward, I found out he was the boss. What should I do? Answer: Add the boss to your reference library by force. Wen Rui is a concept artist for a hugely popular mobile game. One day, she realizes that the company's new CEO, Liang Zaichuan, is practically the perfect reference library. His impressive physique can serve as an anatomy reference, his astonishingly handsome face is perfect for practicing expressions, and his aloof, chaste demeanor paired with a personality full of eight hundred schemes makes him an ideal model for the protagonist of a comic strip. To collect material for her work, she asks him all sorts of questions every day, drags the CEO into playing mobile games, going to anime conventions, battling over fan works, and shouting along at live houses. She doesn't even spare a single strand of his hair, making use of every part of Liang Zaichuan from head to toe that could possibly be useful, and preparing to build an entire IP universe modeled on him. * “CEO Liang, can your black card make a high-speed train change routes or a plane turn around?” “CEO Liang, can you make the Wang family go bankrupt tomorrow?” “CEO Liang, can you transfer your company shares to a girl who's madly in love with you?” “CEO Liang, are there really crown princes and living Buddhas in Beijing's elite circles?” Liang Zaichuan: “Stop reading so many domineering CEO novels. The CEO isn't going to fall in love with you.” Smack, smack. Two crisp sounds of face-slapping rang out. Just as Liang Zaichuan had completely fallen for his beloved girlfriend, he happened to open the Weibo account of artist @maruru and discovered the wildly popular comic The Daily Life of a Big, Silly CEO, along with a whole host of drawings that looked suspiciously like they had been based on him. At last, he understood. All along, he had been nothing but a reference library. * At the in-person signing for The Daily Life of a Big, Silly CEO, Wen Rui saw the real-life Big Silly and immediately tried to pretend she was sick and run away, only to be dragged back. “@maruru, why are you running? You haven't signed this for me yet.” Liang Zaichuan produced a collector's edition, limited to one hundred sets, with a knowing smile. “CEO Liang... let me explain...” Wen Rui forced a smile. Her attempt to talk her way out of it failed. As compensation, she had to give Big Silly a romance arc. The Daily Life of a Big, Silly CEO became Big Silly the CEO Falls in Love with Me, and its popularity soared, even earning it a screen adaptation deal. Later, it was updated again as The Married Life of a Big, Silly CEO. Synopsis of Sunset Falls into an Orange Sea [Rekindled Romance] [Gentle, resilient genius physics professor x rebellious, devoted head of a corporate group. Rekindled romance, bittersweet push and pull, love-triangle drama] He Yan, the campus heartthrob of the finance department at Jingbei University, is a rich young master: carefree, willful, and dazzlingly confident. By contrast, Xu Xicheng, the physics department's top student, is steady and conscientious, following the rules and spending all day studying in the library. At a party one night, everyone had been drinking. Xu Xicheng thought He Yan was asleep, and, as if under a spell, decided to end her doomed one-sided crush with a kiss. But just as her lips were about to touch his cheek, the supposedly sleeping man suddenly turned his head, and their lips met squarely. He Yan's ink-dark eyes fixed on the girl whose cheeks had turned bright red. His amused smile deepened. “How about giving me a try?” If you set aside the ending, the story that followed would be enough to make up for all the sorrow and pain in the world. But what story can be told without its ending? She was the one who ended things. That night, the proud and unruly man stood in the rain until morning. * They met again seven years later at a science and technology gala. Xu Xicheng was now the youngest associate professor in the physics department at Jingbei University. He Yan had rehearsed countless versions of their reunion. He would put the person who had abandoned him in her place, act cold enough, and make her regret it. But every emotion collapsed the moment he saw the ill-fitting coat draped over Xu Xicheng's shoulders. During the reception, He Yan stopped her. His unfathomable gaze seemed ready to devour her. “What are you to him?” But her reply was even more final than it had been on that rainy night: “What does that have to do with you, Mr. He?” Seven years really was a long time, more than enough to forget someone. But how could it be long enough for her to stop loving him? * They say the first person to fall in love is the one who loses, but He Yan knows for certain that he was the one who lost completely from the very beginning. He admits defeat. He surrenders. As long as Xu Xicheng will look back at him once, he'll do anything. He's no worse than any of the men around her. So why won't she give him even one chance? “Xu Xicheng, is your heart made of stone?” “I suppose it is.” “Then why can they all have you, but I can't?” Xu Xicheng lowered her eyes and answered with silence. He Yan had lost all reason. He seized both her wrists and, ignoring her struggles, forced a kiss on her, until the metallic taste of blood between their lips was washed away by salty tears. When he suddenly came to his senses, he pulled her tightly into his arms and apologized again and again. “Don't cry, Little Orange. Don't cry. It's my fault. I'm sorry...” But the person sobbing softly in his arms managed to say, haltingly, “A Yan... let's just leave it...” * It's absurd for physicists to talk about fate. But Xu Xicheng still believes that the moment the singularity appeared, everything was already destined. Even Christ the Redeemer atop Corcovado Mountain might not be able to calculate every twist of fate. How could she, caught up in the mortal world, know where the next gust of wind would blow? What are you rambling on about? I want to kiss you. He Yan, who couldn't make heads or tails of what she was saying, decided to fight magic with magic and leaned down to kiss her. “Why think so much? All you need to know is that a man named He Yan loves you more than anyone else in the world.” Theme: Keep your feet on the ground, and where there's a will, there's a way.