Starting as a Manga Editor-Chapter 47: Liar

Yeah... what exactly am I doing?
Kang Ming leaned back in his chair, staring at the Wenxin Press employee badge next to the screen, falling into silence.
There’s a saying that goes: "Love the profession you’re in." He was a proper editor now, so why was it that whenever something interesting sparked inspiration in him... his thoughts still drifted toward games?
Why?
Staring at the badge, Kang Ming began to reflect—and quickly found the reason.
Probably because... he still wanted to make games, and had gotten a little disillusioned with the editing job.
Originally, he hadn’t really had a choice. He applied because he loved The Girl, the Boy, and the Sword... and somehow ended up getting hired after Tang Yao randomly served as the interviewer.
But once he started, the gap between reality and his expectations was just too big.
Forget everything else—Editor-in-Chief Ding Yilong and his favorite manga artist Ou Congquan had already left him with serious psychological trauma.
The future looked pretty bleak...
And the only remaining light in his career was Tang Yao.
But even Tang Yao had said she was planning to resign...
Most importantly... the gap was just too wide—good people were way too good!
Thinking of this,
Kang Ming looked back at the screen, at the two works that Tang Yao had "wholeheartedly recommended," and let out a bitter laugh.
In his entire life, he probably wouldn’t be able to discover such genius mangaka or guide such amazing works.
They were truly incredible...
Call it backing out, call it quitting halfway—
Either way, Kang Ming was seriously considering resigning.
He wanted to give the game industry another shot...
Come to think of it,
Editor Tang had said she wanted to make games too?
Kang Ming suddenly recalled what Tang Yao had said before, and his heart stirred slightly.
But soon after,
he looked at the two works on the screen again, let out another bitter laugh, and shook his head.
An editor this amazing... no way.
She was probably racking her brains right now, thinking about her mangaka’s futures, right?
At the Tang house.
The "certain editor" whom Kang Ming imagined to be racking her brains for her mangaka...
was currently slacking off.
After Tang Yao shamefacedly suggested "maybe we should just forget it," Tang Xun didn’t let her off the hook.
But in the end, the clothes they found didn’t end up on Tang Yao—they were worn by Tang Xun instead.
At this moment,
Tang Xun stood prettily in front of her sister.
Though her face still carried traces of youth, her figure was already fully matured.
She wore a classic black-and-white shirt-and-blazer combo that clung to her shapely curves, looking properly professional.
Below was a pencil skirt, tightly wrapping her well-defined hips, and then a pair of long, slender legs encased in glossy black stockings, ending in delicate feet perched on black high heels about one knuckle high.
The outfit didn’t fit perfectly—
after all, they were Tang Yao’s clothes. Though the sisters looked alike, they weren’t identical. You could tell the clothes were a bit too big.
But beauty covered all flaws.
Even if the fit was off, paired with the girl’s flawless porcelain complexion and stunning figure, she still looked amazing.
"Wearing it looks pretty much like this."
Tang Xun, dressed in an outfit that didn’t quite match her usual vibe, showed herself off to her sister without any awkwardness, though her ears were a little red.
"Of course, there’s the option of skipping the black stockings and going barefoot, but... I don’t really recommend it. The sun’s super harsh right now."
"True."
Tang Yao thought for a second and nodded in agreement.
"I meant you, not me."
Tang Xun seemed to guess what her sister was thinking and added,
"There’s no way I’m wearing this outside. And weren’t you the one who said you wanted me to try it on so you could imagine how it’d look on yourself?"
"Mhm."
Tang Yao replied absentmindedly, then flicked her single ponytail and started walking around her sister in circles, inspecting her from head to toe.
If they were just comparing professional outfits, Xun still couldn’t quite beat Li Xue.
But still—she looked gorgeous.
"Done yet?"
Tang Xun stayed still, letting her sister size her up. When Tang Yao finally came back around to the front, she asked,
"Can you wear it now?"
"Mhm, done."
Tang Yao looked at the cool, aloof girl standing in front of her and nodded.
"But I’ve decided... I’m not wearing this set."
"......"
Tang Xun went silent, staring at her sister.
She didn’t show any extra expression—
but you could feel the grudge coming off her in waves.
Tang Yao defended herself:
"This set just isn’t suitable."
"......"
At those words, Tang Xun slowly lowered her head, avoiding her sister’s gaze, her cheeks puffing out slightly.
She lightly kicked off her high heels, her cute stocking-clad feet touching the floor, then kicked off the other shoe as well.
It was obvious.
She was mad.
No matter how mature she looked, she was only 17 years old.
And she’d just been tricked by her sister...
Tang Yao had said she'd try it on first—and then she'd wear it herself...
"Xun... I’m sorry. It really doesn’t suit me."
Knowing her little sister was angry, Tang Yao placed a hand on her shoulder and explained seriously:
"Besides, after seeing you wear it, I suddenly realized something..."
Hearing this, Tang Xun raised her head again, looking expectantly at her sister’s serious expression.
She wanted to hear her "brilliant insight."
"I realized..."
Tang Yao’s breathtakingly beautiful face tensed up as she solemnly declared:
"I just like seeing other people wear this stuff. Wearing it myself feels... kinda embarrassing, actually..."
"......"
So basically, as long as you feel embarrassed, it’s fine, huh?
Tang Xun looked at her idiot sister, who was dead serious, thought about the way she'd stared just now, and realized she wasn’t just a liar—
she was saying outrageous things too.
Taking a deep breath, Tang Xun was really angry now.
She bit her glossy red lip, and then, barefoot in her black stockings, she circled around behind Tang Yao and hugged her tightly from behind.
"Eh..."
Tang Yao froze, looking down—and instantly blushed bright red, struggling immediately:
"W-wait! What are you doing?!"
"This time, it’s revenge."
"Isn’t that kinda obvious?! Let go, let go!"
"Nope..."
"I was wrong, okay?! I admit I was wrong—wait, don’t you da—"
......
Monday.
Tang Yao arrived at the editorial department early in the morning.
The moment she walked in, all the editors at their desks turned to look at her.
Their gazes were... complicated.
Probably because of some lingering bad memories from yesterday.
Tang Yao’s cheeks flushed slightly. She shrank her neck, a look of "I knew this would happen" on her face, and hunched her back like a thief, quickly scurrying to her workstation.
Meanwhile,
Kang Ming heard footsteps.
He was about to turn his head when he caught a glimpse of a slim figure darting past.
By the time he turned completely, he saw Tang Yao already sitting at her desk.
Her cheeks were a little pink, and her bright eyes darted around.
After confirming that the cubicle dividers could block everyone’s stares, she finally let out a long breath.
Seeing this,
Kang Ming blinked for a long while before asking,
"What’s wrong?"
"Didn’t you see how the other editors were looking at me?"
Tang Yao turned her head back and answered,
"It’s all New Media Department’s Shang Tao’s fault."
She wasn’t wearing yesterday’s outfit anymore—just her usual clothes.
So there was only one reason everyone was staring: yesterday’s manga award.
Honestly, she’d mentally prepared herself before leaving home.
But standing here at the editorial office in person—it still felt a little unbearable.
"......"
Kang Ming immediately understood she was talking about the "wholeheartedly recommended" feature on the website.
He couldn’t help but laugh:
"Editor Tang, don’t you get stared at by lots of people on the street too?"
"That’s different! Strangers don’t know me, but these editors all do. We’ve worked together for a while—it’s basically a social death... forget it, you know what I mean."
Tang Yao tried to explain.
But halfway through, she gave up.
Because lately, she had just gotten used to getting stared at on the streets...
"......"
Kang Ming stared at her, full of disbelief.
Tang Yao’s skills didn’t make her seem like someone who would be shy about stuff like this...
The contrast was kinda huge.