Beijing Colors Lingering

Two weeks after Nightingale Studio was established, its official account announced the second batch of newly signed illustrators and comic book authors, as well as several novels that will be adapted into comics and animations, and announced the official launch of the "Nightingale Comics" APP.

At this moment, in her spacious and luxurious office, Shen Jinsui was diligently handling the final tasks.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the setting sun casts a magnificent glow across the sky. Bathed in its golden light, the entire city is enveloped in a golden light.

"Ding!"

An electronic voice suddenly rang out, and the office doors automatically and slowly opened to both sides.

Shen Jinsui didn't look up after hearing the noise, because besides herself, there was only one other person who could open the office door directly.

"Baby, when will you finish work?"

The office door closed automatically, and the next second, Shen Jinsui heard a man's deep, magnetic voice, gentle and soft, with a tender smile at the end.

"It'll be quick. You can sit on the sofa and rest first," Shen Jinsui replied softly, continuing to stare at the computer screen, her long, slender, fair fingers tapping incessantly on the keyboard.

“Okay.” Zhou Yancong sat down on the sofa without disturbing her work.

About an hour later, Shen Jinsui let out a soft breath and then shut down the computer.

Seeing this, Zhou Yancong stood up, walked behind Shen Jinsui, reached out and tucked her disheveled hair behind her ear, and then carefully massaged her shoulders.

Shen Jinsui's body immediately relaxed, and she lazily leaned back in her office chair.

She slowly closed her eyes, looking content, enjoying Zhou Yancong's meticulous and considerate service.

A moment later, Shen Jinsui tilted her head back, opened her eyes, looked at Zhou Yancong, and asked him softly, "Why are you leaving get off work so early today too? Haven't you been busy lately?"

Shen Jinsui knew that Zhou Yancong was always very busy with work, and she was really puzzled as to why he had come to pick her up from get off work for several days in a row.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yancong leaned down, his warm lips landing on her rosy lips.

After a moment, he straightened up and continued massaging Shen Jinsui's shoulders, replying gently, "Yes, I deliberately finished my work early so I could come and pick you up to go home."

Zhou Yancong lowered his eyes and gazed at Shen Jinsui, a slight smile curving his lips and a clear hint of amusement in his eyes.

Of course, he wouldn't reveal the real reason.

Among the illustrators and comic artists signed by Nightingale Studio, there are quite a few boys of similar age to Shen Jinsui, with good looks and figures. Shen Jinsui's identity is no longer a secret.

Therefore, there are always a few boys who will boldly and proactively approach her under the guise of work.

Zhou Yancong has been picking Shen Jinsui up from get off work at the studio lately, mainly to assert his presence, declare his ownership, and thwart those people's ulterior motives.

He is the only legitimate wife; no other male scheming women can even think about getting close to her.

Shen Jinsui's red lips curved into a gentle smile. She then stood up, her slender, fair fingers grasping her large, warm hand, and said softly, "Let's go, let's go home now."

"Okay." Zhou Yancong opened and closed his large hand, enveloping her fingers in his palm, and led her outside.

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A few days later, Shen Jinsui's 22nd birthday banquet was held at a seven-star hotel under the Lingyue Group.

As dusk fell and the city lights began to twinkle, guests dressed in elegant attire entered the hotel lobby one after another.

In the vast and luxurious banquet hall, magnificent and intricate crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft and dazzling light.

Colorful balloons floated lightly in the air, complementing the shimmering ribbons and exquisite decorations.

Each dish on the table is displayed like a work of art, exuding an enticing aroma.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the occasional crisp sound of glasses snapping together could be heard.

Several waiters pushed a huge, exquisite multi-tiered birthday cake into the room in an orderly fashion and placed it in the center.

Shen Jinsui then stood next to the cake, her long, black, curly hair, like seaweed, was carefully styled and lazily draped over her shoulders, shimmering with a healthy glow.

Pearl earrings swayed gently, peeking through her dark hair, while the diamond necklace around her neck shone brilliantly.

She wore a gold halter-neck dress that accentuated her curves, showcasing her delicate collarbones and revealing fair, smooth, and radiant skin.

The dress features a cleverly set diamond at the waist, and its light, flowing skirt sways to the ground, adorned with exquisite silver embroidery.

Zhou Yancong stood beside Shen Jinsui, his face handsome and noble, his figure tall and strong, with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and his demeanor dignified and aloof.

He was wearing a bespoke black suit with subtle light gold patterns on the expensive fabric.

The two held hands, each wearing an engagement ring on their middle finger.

Surrounding them were their family and friends, and then the guests attending the banquet.

After a while, the lights in the banquet hall gradually dimmed, and a happy birthday piano piece slowly began to play, while the candlelight on the cake flickered gently.

Shen Jinsui closed her eyes and made a birthday wish, then opened her eyes, bent slightly, and gently blew out the candles.

The lights in the banquet hall came on, and a waiter handed Shen Jinsui a cake-cutting knife.

She took the knife, gripped the handle with both hands, and cut the first layer of cake.

The next moment, the entire banquet hall erupted in enthusiastic applause.