Rong Qingqing stared at her incrediblely, "I said I didn't need to help, but asked me to admit that the book was written by me?" That would be embarrassing? The most important thing is that the plot inside is too explicit. If she directly admits that the book was written by her, then how would Xie Jingrun look at her? She refused decisively, "I can help you with anything, but I dare not bear the responsibility for you in this book."

"Qingqing..." Shangguan Yanran immediately pulled up her sleeve and acted coquettishly, "You have the heart to see that I have put so much effort into it. From now on, can't I be able to come out?"

"Have you over." Rong Qingqing nodded, thought of something, and then said with great conscience: "Forget it, don't you just want to sell books to make money? Why not do this? I've bought this book. Don't sell it outside."

"I'm like a person who is short of money?" Shangguan Yanran gave her a blank look.

"Then why do you want to save your life and sell books?" Rong Qingqing looked at her incomprehensible.

Shangguan Yanran sighed, "You won't understand, as an author's ideal."

Rong Qingqing held her smile, "Then I would like to ask writer Shangguan, what is your ideal?"

"Of course, it can make money and make others recognize what they write. I don't want to be remembered forever, but I hope that someone will like what I write now." Shangguan Yanran said seriously.

Seeing her so persistent, Rong Qingqing said, "But if she claims to the public that I wrote this book, no one knows that it was actually written by you. Is it okay?"

"Of course it doesn't matter. I just need others to read the stories I wrote. Moreover, the book is not originally a real name, but I am afraid that Xie Jingrun will know that it was written by me when he sees this book, using his methods, he will know that it was written by me. That is why I want you to admit in front of him that this book was written by you. That way, even if he sees this book, he will not cause trouble for me." Shangguan Yanran explained.

Rong Qingqing nodded. Yes, those writers in later generations used pseudonyms, and few people would use real names.

"I can admit in front of Xie Jingrun that I wrote this book, but you have to delete the explicit plots in it." She asked.

When Shangguan Yanran heard that she wanted to delete the plot, she immediately hugged the book tightly, "How can that be?"

"No, right? Then don't look for me again in this matter." Rong Qingqing shrugged.

"I... think about it." Shangguan Yanran said in pain.

"Well, think about it slowly." Rong Qingqing patted her shoulder.

Shangguan Yanran returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion in frustration.

However, as soon as she stepped into the mansion, she saw the man in green standing under the corridor.

There was a distance between her, so she thought she was dazzled.

When she got closer, she was stunned.

The man noticed the sound of footsteps and turned around and saw that when he saw Shangguan Yanran, a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Yanran, long time no see!"

"Dong!"

The book in Shangguan Yanran fell down and stared at the man who was walking towards her.

Fu Rongchen stopped in front of Shangguan Yanran. Seeing that she was stunned, he bent down and picked up the book she had fallen.

He looked through it accidentally, but when the book fell to the ground, he accidentally opened it, so when he bent down to pick it up, he clearly saw the contents in the book.

He paused, then closed the book as if nothing had happened and handed it to Shangguan Yanran.
Chapter completed!