Quick Transmigration: The Host's Romantic Debts Are Coming Again - Chapter 1

“Work time has arrived!

Workers of the world, unite and grind! Hurry up and wake up to become a person of status! Wake up, wake up, wake up!”

The exclusive slap-in-the-face alarm clock swung left and right, delivering two solid face-slaps to rouse the sleeping youth, who woke up brimming with resentment.

He regretted it. Truly, he should never have bought this bizarre alarm clock; it was simply paying money to suffer!

Wen Niao, an ordinary, everyday typing wage slave, had a wicked editor above him and a cute little cat below him.

After finishing four thousand words, he received a notification in the contracted authors’ group and headed out to attend an appointment promptly at five in the afternoon.

Under the dim lighting, a tall, slender man leaned against the sofa, his gaze carrying a hint of carefree indifference while a slender, elegant finger pinched a lit cigarette.

Wisps of smoke curled around him, blurring his features and adding a touch of mystery to his presence.

His legs were crossed, every detail exuding elegance and nobility.

Wen Niao raised his eyes and locked gazes with a pair of cold pupils. The chill in the man’s eyes made his body freeze for a fraction of a second, and after snapping back to reality, he hurriedly averted his gaze.

Finding a seat to sit down, he busied himself browsing TikTok short videos to kill time and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Gradually, people arrived one after another, and the empty seats filled up.

Only after the gathering began did Wen Niao learn that the man who had exuded such an aloof and cold temperament from head to toe was actually his very own editor-in-chief!

To ensure the quality of the contracted readers’ works, the platform had arranged a one-on-one tutoring model this time.

From the moment he entered, the man sat on the sofa without uttering a single word.

To ease the awkwardness, Wen Niao took the initiative to introduce his own work, speaking eloquently and confidently like a glowing youth who commanded everyone’s attention.

He failed to notice the undercurrents hidden deep within the man’s eyes as they gazed at him.

Luo Jin offered some sharp, incisive suggestions regarding Wen Niao’s work. Finding them all immensely helpful, Wen Niao silently pulled out a small notebook and jotted them down.

Looking at the impossibly well-behaved little fellow before him, Luo Jin screamed with wild frenzy inside.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he forced those frantic impulses down.

“Editor-in-Chief Luo, I would like to propose a toast to thank you for your initial appreciation of me. Everything I have achieved today is inseparable from your hard work and cultivation.”

With that, as if making a resolute decision, Wen Niao picked up his wine glass and downed it in a single gulp.

The fiery texture scorched Wen Niao’s throat, causing his complexion to instantly flush red as he broke into a fit of coughing.

“If Mr. Wen cannot handle his liquor, there is no need to force yourself. Luo is not a man who forces others against their will.”

Luo Jin gently stroked Wen Niao’s back, patting him lightly.

“Thank you for your concern, Editor. If nothing else is the matter, I will be heading home first. Goodbye, Editor!”

Wen Niao’s brain was slightly dizzy from the alcohol, and his footsteps felt somewhat unsteady.

Remembering his constitution of becoming muddled the moment he touched alcohol, and fearing trouble would arise, he hurriedly wanted to leave.

Before he could stand up, his wrist was grabbed by the man. The cool sensation transmitted from his wrist helped clear Wen Niao’s hazy mind slightly.

“Your tolerance for alcohol seems rather poor. Let me take you home.”

“Ah? Oh! Alright then, sorry to trouble you, Editor.”

(>.<)

Sitting in the passenger seat of the Maybach, Wen Niao could not help marveling:

Editor is so wealthy! When will a miserable wage slave like me ever reach this height?

Thinking and thinking, he fell fast asleep.

The man quietly monitored Wen Niao’s condition the entire way. Seeing that Wen Niao was sleeping soundly and sweetly, he took off his coat and draped it over Wen Niao’s shoulders.

Luo Jin raised a hand to stroke Wen Niao’s cheek, staring blankly at his sleeping face. A few seconds later, his fingertips lifted to caress Wen Niao’s face with greedy fondness, infinite obsession and madness swirling in the man’s eyes.

Wen Niao started acting wild from his drunkenness again. Luo Jin asked for his home address for half a day without getting an answer, and since he could not take him home, it seemed he had no choice but to head to a hotel.

Yesterday, early morning…

Wen Niao woke up holding his throbbing head. After getting out of bed and dressing, the moment he opened the door, he crashed straight into a warm embrace, his nose colliding painfully against the man’s solid chest. Wen Niao looked up at the newcomer with tear-rimmed eyes.

It was the Editor!

After crashing into Luo Jin’s arms, Wen Niao could not help but tense up. He could not quite put his finger on why, but he simply felt that the current atmosphere was inexplicably dangerous.

“Where are you going?” Luo Jin asked softly.

He had noticed it last night: Wen Niao’s attitude toward him carried a hint of defensiveness. Was he really that scary?

Was he not gentle enough with him?

The hand resting on Wen Niao’s shoulder tightened slightly. Luo Jin’s sudden wave of care left Wen Niao somewhat dazed.

He blinked in a daze, explaining that he only wanted to go outside to buy some breakfast.

Luo Jin raised his arm, flashed the bag of breakfast he was holding, raised an eyebrow, and signaled that there was no need to go buy any.

“Thank you, Editor, sorry to trouble you!” Wen Niao received the breakfast bags from Luo Jin with both hands, looking thoroughly flattered.

Eating breakfast with his superior for the very first time, Wen Niao felt somewhat cautious and frightened, feeling completely uncomfortable all over as he stared blankly and absentmindedly at the noble and elegant man.

Noticing Wen Niao’s dazed expression, Luo Jin leaned closer to him, his pair of phoenix eyes filled with aggressive intent as his lips parted:

“What are you looking at? Could it be that my face is handsome enough to serve as your meal?”

The man’s teasing words brought a surge of heat to Wen Niao’s ear tips. He shoved Luo Jin away abruptly, looking precisely like a cat whose fur had been ruffled.

A muffled chuckle of unclear meaning spilled from Luo Jin’s lips, making the ambient air feel all the more ambiguous.

After finishing breakfast together with Luo Jin, Wen Niao bid him farewell and prepared to leave.

His wrist was grabbed, and his entire body was yanked around directly.

“Your update frequency has been very slack recently. You are restricted to typing and updating as soon as possible within three days, and you must discuss every update with me. Understood?”

Luo Jin spoke with perverse amusement, exploiting the poor, helpless wage slave Wen Niao.

The moment Wen Niao heard the word “overtime,” the image of the Editor’s perfect and kind persona that he had held in his heart a second ago instantly collapsed. He looked at Luo Jin with a heartbroken expression, resembling someone looking at a heartless scoundrel.

Luo Jin checked his wristwatch and pronounced the verdict.

“It is nine o’clock in the morning right now. Time is life; hurry off to type your words, youth, otherwise time will not be enough.”

Hearing this, Wen Niao scurried home in a panic.

Luo Jin watched Wen Niao’s fleeing back, a hint of certainty flashing across his eyes.

Luo Jin: The little cat has taken the bait.

Grandpa Luo goes fishing, waiting for Niao to take the bait. ヾ(≧∪≦*)ノ〃

Wen Niao stayed home for a full two days, spending the entire time conceptualizing new plot developments.

What was most hateful was that he had to discuss everything with Luo Jin, and it was even required to be via video call.

To make matters worse, Luo Jin was always picking bones out of an egg and making trouble over nothing. If not for his salary, Wen Niao really wanted to trace the internet cable over and give Luo Jin a few slaps across the face.

Damn capitalism, drop dead!

Yet in reality, Wen Niao: I will endure it!

Alright, Editor, your suggestions are truly unique, I will adopt them.

Under Luo Jin’s torture, Wen Niao even dreamed of his chapters failing censorship tests during his sleep these past two days. Does anyone understand the panic of being startled awake every single time?

He got up wanting to wash up, but his entire body felt weak and limp, and he collapsed in a faint.