Although she only has one book so far, there are already people discussing film and television adaptations with her, and she has made quite a bit of money from electronic subscriptions.
While this inco may be less than the pocket money her parents give her every month, she still feels a sense of accomplishnt because she earned it herself.
Although she and Warm Song are now considered authors of different levels and treatnt, she is genuinely nice to Warm Song.
Warm Song writes fast, having published four or five novels in a row, unlike Lu Xinyou, who has been writing just one book for almost a year now.
However, she is not purely relying on this to make money, and given her comfortable family background, she is not very attached to money, simply writing to pass her days.
After listening to Lu Xinyou’s proposal, Warm Song fell silent for a while before responding.
Warm Song: [The idea you ntioned does not fit the character’s personality, so I will go with my own thoughts.]
Lu Xinyou saw Warm Song’s reply and pursed her lips.
This wasn’t the first ti Warm Song had rejected her suggestions, but since she had shown her manuscript to Lu Xinyou, she took each review very seriously, giving suggestions even though Warm Song didn’t accept them in the end. She would still try her best to provide advice each ti.
However, she didn’t insist that Warm Song follow her suggestions, nor did she overly criticize her writing.
Since Warm Song didn’t accept her suggestions, she didn’t say anything more.
Just like the previous ti, she typed a few words in response—
[Alright, if there’s anything you need help with, just find on WeChat.]
Warm Song sent her an [OK] expression and didn’t say anything else, so Lu Xinyou didn’t respond anymore.
During these days of holiday, she stayed at ho with her parents and didn’t write much. With the recomndation now, she could only hurry up and finish so writing.
The next day, when she had to return to City C, Lu Moqing couldn’t bear to part with his daughter and personally drove her to the airport.
"When you are on winter vacation, Daddy will arrange a chartered plane to pick you up."
Lu Moqing said in a muffled voice.
His precious daughter had been by his side since childhood, and he had personally combed her hair and braided it.
Ever since she went to university, they had been separated, and the more Lu Moqing thought about it, the more reluctant he felt.
"Thank you, Daddy."
It wasn’t until Lu Xinyou had passed through the security check that Lu Moqing reluctantly left, looking back three steps at a ti.
His daughter had grown up, and sooner or later, she would leave him. If she married Little Fatty, she would have to live in City C in the future.
Thinking of this, Lu Moqing’s mood beca sowhat desolate.
When she returned to her ho in City C, Lu Xinyou first cleaned the house that she hadn’t tidied up for a week.
Next, she went to a nearby supermarket to buy so daily necessities and snacks.
Standing in the elevator, she thought about the content she would update tonight while ntally making the learning and writing plans for the next period of ti.
The elevator went up floor by floor until it finally stopped at her floor.
She was carrying too many things in her hands, so she couldn’t see the path ahead and could only walk by feeling.
There were only two households on the floor where she lived.
She lived in one, and the other was vacant. Usually, she wouldn’t encounter anyone when she ca out.
So, when she ca out of the elevator carrying a pile of items, she didn’t think much and walked out, not expecting to bump into soone.
The things in her hands fell to the ground.
"Sorry"
"Apologies."
Both of their voices sounded almost simultaneously.
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