Chapter 627: 629, (second update)
Linglong dice: "By the way, the book signing is arranged for three days from now, on May 20th, and it will be on the first floor of the Everlasting Peace Building. Oh, what’s your usual contact number? I’ll be there to et you."
Brocade Rivers and Mountains: "Okay, my mobile number is: 188**8888."
The editor on the other side of the screen saw this string of digits and involuntarily gasped! A mobile number has only 12 digits in total, and this person’s number is almost all 8s and 9s—a truly diamond-tier writer! Rich and capricious!
It took a good while for the editor to co to their senses.
Linglong dice: "136**5129, this is my number, you save it too."
Brocade Rivers and Mountains: "Okay, see you in three days."
With the date of the signing confird, Chu Jin breathed a sigh of relief. Since the news had been leaked, might as well go public with it.
She had just finished chatting with the editor when Mo Zhixuan ca out of the bathroom.
He wasn’t wearing pajamas, just a white towel wrapped around his waist, revealing beautifully shaped obliques and eight-pack abs, as well as two long, strong legs. His hair was freshly washed, still wet, dripping water down his neck.
Master Mo didn’t just have a handso face—he also had a damn good body. He appeared to be delicate and thin normally, but in reality, his physique was explosive enough to compete with professional models!
After drying his hair, Mr. Mo finally picked up his phone and started browsing Weibo.
With that scroll, Mr. Mo’s whole face sunk, dark and gloomy as if a building was about to collapse.
Chu Jin, who was nearly asleep, felt his sudden chill and opened her eyes. She understood what was happening as soon as she saw Mr. Mo’s phone.
"Don’t worry about this; I can handle it," Chu Jin said gently, holding his hand.
"How are you going to handle it?" Mo Zhixuan asked.
"By going public, of course," Chu Jin said at a asured pace, "We are together in the open, what’s there to fear?"
Upon hearing the word "public," Mr. Mo’s facial expression imdiately softened.
Going public was good.
He liked that.
He wanted the whole world to know that he had an outstanding wife!
"Okay," Mo Zhixuan nodded slowly.
Two days later.
The howrecker incident on Weibo was intensifying, but Chu Jin wasn’t in a rush to explain herself; she even reposted a Weibo about the upcoming book signing from a literature website: "May 20th, let’s not miss each other."
Her calm deanor provoked jeers from a swarm of netizens.
[The Return of the Past really has a good attitude. At tis like these, she still cares about the book signing. Be careful the book signing doesn’t turn into an egg-throwing event!]
[Does every mistress have skin this thick?]
[Our Sister Past is not a mistress! Please stop spouting nonsense here.]
And there was a group from the National Goddess Fan Club who ca in droves to curse at Chu Jin.
Ever since the incident arose, the National Goddess’ fans had temporarily ford a support club.
[May all mistresses die out!]
[White Lotus!]
[Dammit! Are mistresses these days so brazen and self-righteous?]
[She beca a mistress by skill, what rights do you have to curse her?]
The King Orders
to Patrol the Mountains V: "I’ve never seen such a shaless person, still daring to promote the book signing here! Watch out for those brain-dead fans of the National Goddess spraying you to death! Are you brainless?! I really doubt that "Blooms like Brocade" was actually written by you yourself! The Return of the Past V."]
This person called The King Orders
to Patrol the Mountains was clearly a troll, the kind that incites trouble on both sides.
Chu Jin slightly curved her lips, nonchalantly reposted the Weibo, and added a comnt: "Trolls, why be afraid? If anyone should be scared, it’s you. Maybe... I’m really Chu Jin?"
With that statent, Weibo completely exploded!
The Return of the Past claims to be Chu Jin?
After all, no one had ever seen The Return of the Past in person.
Now there was a new spectacle to witness.
Moreover, the book signing for The Return of the Past’s new book was tomorrow. That statent undoubtedly created another hot topic for the signing event.
However, The Return of the Past had used an interrogative sentence. If she were really The Return of the Past, she should have been assertive rather than questioning. So, whether or not she really was The Return of the Past would be seen at tomorrow’s book signing.
[The Return of the Past, how can you be so shaless! You actually want to ride on the popularity of our Goddess!]
[If it’s really about riding on popularity, that would indeed be quite shaless.]
[Disperse everyone, just disperse. Those who want to know the answer, just go to the book signing tomorrow and you’ll find out! Rember to prepare rotten cabbage and stink eggs!]
[Mommy, I have a premonition that The Return of the Past can’t really be the National Goddess, can she?]
Chu Jin stopped looking at the follow-up Weibo posts and went to the bathroom to take a shower after shutting off her phone.
She was currently living in a dormitory.
The other three in the dorm, seeing her act as if nothing was wrong, thought she was pretending to be strong, feigning calm, given how excellent Chu Jin usually was.
It was the age of information transparency, so the three others in the dorm knew about the stuff on Weibo.
"Little Wu, what do you think we should do to comfort Jin-ge a bit?"
"Yeah, Little Wu, you always had the best relationship with Jin-ge."
**
In another corner of the city.
Maximum Security Prison.
Zhao Yiling, wearing a red vest, was sitting on an iron bed with several fellow maximum security inmates surrounding her, nodding and bowing, patting her shoulders, and massaging her back—a clear display of a prison boss’s stature.
Three days left until her execution.
But there was no sign of despair or panic on her face before death; she even wore a smug smile, enjoying everyone’s service as if it were a matter of course.
She knew she wouldn’t die easily.
If Heaven had granted her a rebirth, it wouldn’t let her die off easily.
The ti was right.
With a "pop
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