After Ma Qie apologized profusely to "Qianshan," he finally felt relieved and turned to instruct the staff to schedule rankings and recommendations for Qianshan. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveI(F)ire.net
After being busy for a while, he finally remembered the "Shen Ying" he had left hanging on the side.
In the business world, new big authors need to be catered to, but the old big authors cannot be neglected either.
He quickly called back to reassure her: "Miss Shen Ying, let’s not fuss over this matter anymore. You see, the opposing fans have a point too. Continuing to fight won’t benefit you, right? As a senior in the author’s circle, how about you laugh it off and bury the hatchet?"
In Gu Shiyin’s bedroom, a wine glass shattered on the floor.
On the phone, her tone remained gentle and stable, revealing little emotion: "Who will compensate for my losses? My fans also need an explanation."
Ma Qie: "Don’t worry, I’ll arrange for a pop-up recommendation for you tomorrow from the operations department. It has a huge exposure, and you can earn tens of thousands in just one day!"
Gu Shiyin reluctantly agreed: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, a thick layer of icy frost rose on her face!
Did they think a pop-up recommendation worth a few ten thousand could placate her?
Was she such an easy person to deal with?
She wanted the money, but even more, she wanted that obscure little illustrator to vanish from the scene completely.
"Ahem. Zuzi, are you ready to eat?"
Bao Gucheng watched Zuzi happily playing with her watch and answering a call, seemingly having made someone’s life difficult again, making them obediently comply.
Although he could use this opportunity to savor the sight of those stunning legs for as long as possible.
He felt an impulse to cover her with a small blanket, afraid she might catch a cold.
Zuzi saw that Gu Qiusha finally released the fourth episode, millions of fans surged from Weibo into Penguin Reading, crashing the Penguin Reading APP for the third time. Only then did a smile appear on her lips as she turned her watch and stood up to respond: "Mm-hmm."
She approached the dining table.
Instead of eating, she gazed intensely at Bao Gucheng: "Xiao Chenger, was it nice just now?"
Bao Gucheng averted his eyes slightly uneasily, looking sincere and determined: "...Nice."
Those legs were enough to haunt a man’s dreams.
He wished he could hide them, never letting another man besides him see them.
Zuzi chuckled: "Since you like them so much, let me give it to you in advance."
She pulled out a thin brocade bag from behind her.
"Here, a gift for you. Don’t say I only give gifts to the little fish and little crow and forget Xiao Cheng Er."
The Ancestor is fair, bestowing favors evenly.
Bao Gucheng: "...So, what you asked earlier, is this gift nice?"
Zuzi blinked her big eyes: "Weren’t you just observing what gift the Ancestor prepared for you?"
Watching so attentively and intensely, weren’t you curious about what nice thing you were going to receive?
Bao Gucheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his face a picture of restraint: "Mm."
"Then open it and have a look."
The man accepted the thin brocade bag.
He slowly and carefully untied the silk ribbon, the silk’s texture gave a sense of fear that even the slightest heavy touch might ruin it, feeling as if it needed to be cherished in the palm of your hand.
Although he wasn’t looking at this "gift" earlier, he truly felt a bit of anticipation at this moment, wondering what such a thin piece could be.
Was it a handkerchief from ancient times used to convey yearning? Or perhaps a fan surface to express affection?
When the fabric inside the brocade bag unfolded.
Every guess Bao Gucheng had fell apart.