MZNRGN Translations

On the last workday of the week, the office was restless. At the planning department meeting, Wen Wan roughly finalized the advertising proposal for the coming week, then announced the meeting was adjourned. Everyone returned to their desks, just waiting for the day to end. The company primarily produced rice crackers, cakes, and other snack foods, integrating research, production, and sales with its own factory below. A few years ago, it had been selected for the national key leading enterprise list and underwent a wave of expansion hiring. Wen Wan had caught that wave, luck was one factor, but her capability was nothing to scoff at either. She quickly rose to the position of planning department manager. The boss had started out running a small workshop, building everything from scratch, and the management team was now well along in years. According to reliable sources, the position of deputy manager in the marketing department would open up by the end of the year, and she was compet...

Xie Shuyu dreamed again. The same person was in her dream, but the setting had changed this time. She had never seen such a beautiful sky, layers of orange and pink in varying depths splashed across the canvas like a soft sea of flowers, almost drowning her. She became someone unlike herself, or perhaps another suppressed version of herself, taking absolute control, dominating everything. The person in her dream was also unusually tender and alluring, generously opening up, stretching, and bending into graceful curves. This is a dream, right? It must be a dream. Afraid she might wake up the next second, with the cruel reality constantly reminding her, Xie Shuyu was cautious, restraining her embrace, while the other party eagerly invited her, and she couldn't help but kiss, to seek. Urgently closing in, fearing loss, two contradictory emotions pulled at her from both sides. The more flustered she became, the more chaotic things got, and she sank into a fog. Falling, rapidly falling...

Perhaps because it had been so long since they'd last seen each other, unable to hear her voice, unable to see her face, and with no way to gauge her attitude, Xie Shuyu had been restless and distracted before that little essay. Wen Wan's torrent of scolding, delivered in rapid-fire fashion, actually snapped her out of it. Her afternoon productivity soared, she drew quickly and well, finishing even tomorrow's work ahead of schedule. Compared to large advertising or media corporations, magazine salaries weren't particularly high, but the job had its perks, plenty of leisure time and more personal space. In this world flooded with information, obsessed with efficiency and speed, where human desires run rampant, the word "faith" felt somewhat pretentious to utter, it rolled around on the tongue, sticky and awkward, a little embarrassing. But one must love something, to generate a force of creation. Believing in science, revering nature, Xie Shuyu genuinely loved...