Zhu Mengmeng was sleeping at home.
That fucking Qiu Wuji... well, literally speaking, so that was fine. Anyway, Zhu Mengmeng had never seen such an irresponsible business partner. Even calling her a slacker did not do it justice. Every time she came to work, she dropped off some original artwork, seemingly enough to build up a buffer of several installments, then disappeared-a completely hands-off boss.
What comics studio operated like this? Even the most irresponsible big-name artists at least looked over the final drafts, but apart from taking the first few installments seriously, Qiu Wuji had always been impossible to pin down.
Surely this comic was pretty important to the couple... Zhu Mengmeng now knew a fair bit of the inside story, but she could not understand how leaving everything to others benefited them. Still, she could understand one thing: Qiu Wuji had so much to deal with in the book that she really could not manage everything...
Now the book seemed just a little way from ending. What would Qiu Wuji do afterward? Could she finally come to work and draw like she was supposed to?
Whatever. If she can skip work, so can I.
At the turn of spring and summer, people felt soft and lazy. It was precisely the time for hibernation.
Except there were renovations going on a hundred meters away, the pounding loud enough to split her skull. Which bastard owned that place? Oh, Qiu Wuji again.
The saddest part was that she had fucking recommended that Qiu Wuji buy it!
Zhu Mengmeng covered her ears and rolled around, practically wishing she were dead.
It was strange, really. Qiu Wuji had taught her a mental cultivation method, and the Vermilion Bird had personally instructed her in the Fate Skill. Although she had not cultivated for