Gu Pinting saw her aunt so calm and composed, her heart grew even more anxious.
Oh dear, why doesn’t Aunt take it seriously? If it weren’t for Shen Ying being so mysterious, with no one knowing her identity as Boss of Ma Jia, she’d really want to rush to Shen Ying to lodge a complaint.
Helpless, Gu Pinting could only log into her side account, head to Qianshan’s book review section, leave a bunch of low-star reviews, then pour out her frustrations with a barrage of scolding on Weibo.
Damn it, trying to ride the hype, shamelessly competing with my TV series, blocking my path to stardom! Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel fire.net
Besides me, Gu Pinting, no one else is allowed to play Nuwa, hmph!
Gu Shiyin received the message, put down her phone, but didn’t contact anyone.
With a cold expression, she opened Penguin Reading and logged into the author backend.
In the upper left corner of the page, it showed the author’s name: Shen Ying. Fans: 10.14 million.
Her book had already concluded its serialization, and the rights had been sold for millions, bringing in profits. She didn’t even bother to look at it.
Tonight, she was pondering how to send a warm, comforting message to Yin Hu, who was being punished by cleaning toilets at the camp, to convey her sentiments and casually inquire about Bao Gucheng’s recent activities.
Since the last time at Mr. Gu’s birthday banquet, it had been a long time since she’d seen Bao Gucheng.
There had been absolutely no news of him in the social circles, making her uneasy.
However, considering Bao Gucheng often had secretive actions, if she couldn’t see him, it meant Zuzi couldn’t see him either.
This considerably lifted her spirits.
Moreover, judging from Elder Gu’s attitude at the last birthday banquet, he didn’t care for Bao Gucheng as a grandson-in-law, probably because he considered Bao Gucheng too old, merely deeming him fit to be Zuzi’s teacher... which was also advantageous for her.
After all, Bao Gucheng should be considered of her generation.
How in the world could a niece take away her aunt’s boyfriend?
Gu Shiyin’s good mood didn’t last long before it was shattered by a message full of complaints from Gu Pinting.
Unexpectedly, some unknown and insignificant illustrator wanted to ride on her coattails, thinking her as Boss of Ma Jia was easygoing, and she wouldn’t retaliate?
She coldly glanced over the backend data and messages.
She skimmed through the fans’ complaint reports at a glance, then copied the name "Qianshan" to check the other person’s works.
Unfazed by the discovery, her smile turned even colder.
"Just a flop with barely a million fans from their first book, daring to challenge me, a platinum author? I suppose you don’t yet grasp the unspoken rules of the authors’ circle, do you?"
Gu Shiyin, having been in the industry for just two or three years, had already become a big shot in the authors’ circles, thoroughly familiar with its rules, blessed with plenty of official resources.
In the circle, whenever other authors launched new books, they’d be cautious to search first; no one dared to clash topics, names, or even character designs with a platinum giant, lest they be scorned to death.
Unlucky ones could find themselves being cursed out by three generations of a platinum giant’s fans, with the entire book community bombarding them with bad reviews and low scores, and even websites issuing orders to amend works, not allowing even a tiny collision with a giant, driving the newbies unable to continue.
That’s the unspoken rule.
Whoever holds the power of speech, monopolizes all resources, even if the textual resources aren’t exclusive or original ideas.
Now, a clueless newbie actually dared to challenge this rule?
Gu Shiyin warmly replied to a few fans’ comments: "At the airport, just got off the plane. Don’t get angry, we don’t argue."
Then she logged into the "Shen Ying" account on Weibo and posted two statuses—