Beijing, a newspaper office, editor-in-chief’s office.
The editor-in-chief looked at the photos brought by the reporter under his charge. In the photos, Jiao Yang was dressed in casual attire, wearing wide-framed glasses, and shopping at a supermarket. After flipping through a few, he lost interest, tossed the photos onto the desk, and frowned at the entertainment journalist standing across the table.
"Is this the headline you captured?! What do you want me to title it, ’Five years unseen, Prince CEO turns into a culinary god, personally buying ingredients to cook’?!
"It’s really hard to capture anything. I followed him for a week, and apart from work, he just went home, not even visiting a nightclub. There’s nothing newsworthy to photograph," the entertainment reporter who had not been in the industry for long cautiously defended.
"Gather up this garbage, I’ll give you another two weeks. If you’re unable to capture anything of value, just write your resignation letter." The deputy editor stood up.
"Deputy Editor!" The entertainment journalist quickly gathered the photos and chased after him, "Please take a closer look, if not for a headline, it could at least be a sidebar."
"Enough!" The editor-in-chief impatiently waved his hand, causing the photos he held to scatter onto the ground, "With this time, you’d be better off digging through his trash can, or even find something more revealing!"
Stepping forward, he noticed a photo by his feet and lifted his foot to bypass it. Catching sight of a woman’s profile at the edge of the photo, he paused slightly, then bent down to pick up the photo.
"Why is there a woman?"
"Oh, this was when Jiao Yang was shopping, and he happened to meet her. They exchanged a few words. I thought there might be some connection, so I took a few shots. It seems to be just an encounter!"
"This woman..." The editor-in-chief carefully examined the photo in his hand, finding her profile strangely familiar, "Are there clearer photos?!"
"Let me find it!" The young journalist quickly flipped through and handed over a more distinct photo of Luo Xiaoqian, "Take a look, this girl is really pretty. I really thought they were friends at the time!"
The editor-in-chief took the photo, carefully looking at Luo Xiaoqian’s face, suddenly brightened, "I know her, she’s Luo Xiaoqian!"


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