The night before her business trip, Yang Qianyu received a call from Wang Cheng.
"Madam, I contacted the writer, but they refused to delete the article." When the call came through, Wang Cheng sounded embarrassed and brought some bad news.
Yang Qianyu was puzzled: "Why? The person involved didn't agree with her to continue writing it, so why didn't she delete it?"
Wang Cheng said: "The popularity is so high that no writer would be willing to let it go. Moreover, I heard that she has signed an agreement with the platform. She is also a screenwriter, and the possibility of it being adapted into a film and television in the future is very high - at this time, I asked people to delete...
…No one wants to leave it alone.”
Too……
Yang Qianyu thought for a while, and the novels written by other writers were equivalent to the works designed by her designers, both of which were the condensation of her own hard work.
Nowadays, good market response means reputation and interests - it will definitely be difficult to ask people to give up.
"I understand, please send me her contact information and I will talk to her personally." Yang Qianyu thought, since it is a matter of interests, let's solve it with money.
Wang Cheng then sent the other party’s phone number.
Yang Qianyu is packing her luggage at the moment, and her flight will leave for Zurich tomorrow morning.
Looking at the number, she walked to the bedroom balcony and dialed it without much hesitation.
"Hello." The phone was connected, and a very sweet and soft female voice came, which surprised her.
I knew the other party was a woman, but I didn’t expect—so young?
"Hello, Miss He. I am Feng Moyan's ex-wife, the prototype of the heroine in your novel. I would like to take a moment to talk to you."
She announced her identity, stated her intention, and got straight to the point.
The other party was not surprised at all and responded: "Oh, it's you...are you still here to ask me to delete the article?"
After finishing her words, before Yang Qianyu could respond, she turned back to her customers and said, "You don't have to waste words with me. You are a jewelry designer and I am following you. Your company has recently been involved in a lawsuit with a competitor because the other party plagiarized your work."
work."
"Since we are all creators, we should feel the same way. To a certain extent, our works are our 'children'. If your 'child' has been stolen, you have to find ways to get it back, but now you let me
Do you think it’s possible to directly kill my ‘child’——Mrs. Feng?”
Yang Qianyu did not expect that the other party's voice was delicate and soft, and she sounded like a young and cute girl, but her acting style was sharp and decisive, and her words were clear and sharp.
She smiled and said, "Your analogy is quite interesting. I also know that you are indeed in trouble, so I am willing to compensate you. Let's see... what is the appropriate price?"
"Make a price? Hehe, I am an emotional writer, and I have written many stories about wealthy families' torture of love. I never thought that one day something like this would happen to me - you rich people really do things with money..."
Hearing the other party's sarcasm, Yang Qianyu paused, and her attitude became more sincere: "Miss He, I know my request is a bit unreasonable, but since you know the past between me and Feng Moyan, you should know our journey
How difficult it is to walk."
"Now, he is no different than a useless person. I have to take care of him, my three children, and my career... My life has finally become calmer, but I am still moving forward among thorns. I am worried that your work will become popular.
, will once again disrupt our peaceful life. Public opinion or online exposure is invisible but powerful, so I sincerely beg you to delete that novel."
The other party sighed and compromised with his words: "It's not that I'm unreasonable, but I think... precisely because Mr. Feng is like this, the existence of this novel is even more important."
"If he can't remember the past in the future, having this work preserved may be a kind of compensation for him. In fact, when I first came into contact with Mr. Feng, I did get paid to do things, but when I wrote
Up to now, I am truly moved by the characters I wrote, and I have to be responsible to my readers and don’t want this story to die innocently.”
"Miss He..."
"Mrs. Feng, actually you can be more optimistic. Judging from the current response from readers, what everyone has seen is the beauty of love. I also believe that you and Mr. Feng have experienced so much, and they will eventually be rewarded. When the time comes, this film
The work is a testimony of your unswerving loyalty.”
"You are indeed a writer, your imagination of feelings is so beautiful." Can she and Feng Moyan be described as "loyal"?
"Maybe, if you don't see the beauty, how can you express the beauty."
Yang Qianyu didn't say anything. The writer surnamed He smiled and suddenly changed the topic: "I quite like you two. When Mr. Feng told me everything about your relationship, I was deeply fascinated.
Yes. He has been a scumbag, but his love for you is true. In my opinion, getting back together is more unforgettable and cherished than getting back together. Why don’t you give each other a chance?"
"It's good to be beautiful alone, but women only force themselves to be invincible when they have no one to rely on. Since you have support, why can't you think about it? I believe that with the nourishment of Mr. Feng's fertile soil, you will bloom more beautifully."
Yang Qianyu chatted with a writer for the first time, and felt that the elegant conversation had a Qiong Yao flavor, "It seems that you have a good impression of him."
"You are handsome, which is enough to make people like you. But don't misunderstand me when I say this. I am purely a beauty control person. I love my husband."
Married? Yang Qianyu was surprised again.
"Well...if Mr. Feng himself came to me and said that he wanted this novel to be removed from the shelves, I would consider it. But if it is just your unilateral intention, I'm sorry, I won't accept it."
After hanging up the phone for a long time, Yang Qianyu was still standing on the balcony blowing the cold wind.
She thought that her heart had long been desolate and that she had long given up hope for love and men.
Unexpectedly, a few words from a stranger now made me say...
There was an inexplicable longing in my heart.
And what exactly she longed for, she couldn't tell.
By some strange coincidence, she opened the serialized novel on a certain website again - it had already been written that the heroine was framed by the hero's sister, and the hero's whole family did not trust her...
How amazing.
She never thought that she would become the heroine prototype in a novel and relive her life experience from the perspective of a reader.
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The next day, Yang Qianyu got up early to catch a plane.
While waiting at the terminal to handle work, my cell phone rang.
It's a call from Yuyuan.
Huh? It’s only seven o’clock and he’s already awake?
"Hey, why are you up so early?"
Over there, Feng Moyan's tone was low and gentle: "Are you at the airport?"
"Yeah. We'll be boarding the plane soon."
There was silence and no words were spoken.
Yang Qianyu held the mobile phone to her ear with one hand, and typed on the notebook in front of her with the other hand, handling official duties.
Realizing that there was only breathing in her ears but the man was silent, she stopped what she was doing and asked, "What's wrong? He's not talking on the phone."
"Nothing, I just thought about whether you would see that foreigner again over there?"
"Foreigner?" The woman was stunned for a second and suddenly understood, "You mean Kane?"
"Um."
His simple "hmm" was full of awkwardness and jealousy.
Yang Qianyu looked a little helpless when she thought about the day he said he was possessive, "I don't know, probably not..."
"He has been obsessed with you for so long. If you go back to the headquarters, he won't look for you?"
"I'm no longer in Venus, and I don't necessarily know that I'm back. Why are you looking for me?"
"You didn't contact him?"
"..." Yang Qianyu lowered her head, sighing in her heart, and ran her hand through her hair. The helplessness on her face became even heavier, "You called me early in the morning just to test whether I still have contact with him?"
"Why, no?"
"Boring. I want to board the plane and hang up!"
He was anxious and quickly warned: "You... you try to come back as soon as possible."
"knew."
"You have to contact me every day, at least once on the phone."
"Mr. Feng, I'm very busy every day, okay? Besides, we have a jet lag..."
"It's all excuses."
"..." Yang Qianyu was too lazy to pay attention to him. She packed her things with one hand and looked back at Xiaoxiao, indicating that it was time for her to leave. "Okay, you can sleep a little longer. I'm hanging up."
Xiaoxiao pushed the suitcase and followed him, grinning evilly: "It seems that some people have been on tenterhooks these days and have trouble sleeping and eating..."
"What, you feel bad?" Yang Qianyu joked to her assistant.
"Haha, it's not my turn to feel bad. However, seeing the back and forth between the two of you, the relationship is gradually warming up. It's like I'm following a TV show and cp, and I'm pretty good at it."
Xiaoxiao's words reminded Yang Qianyu of what the writer said last night, and her face fell into deep thought.
It is said that the authorities are obsessed with the beholder, could it be that the current situation between her and Feng Moyan really looked like they were in love?
When she asked Xiaoxiao like this, the latter raised a knot in his neck and looked at her sideways: "How do you look like you are in love?"
Yang Qianyu was about to breathe a sigh of relief when her assistant said, "You are obviously an old couple, right?"
"..."
In the imperial garden, Feng Moyan hung up the phone, his eyes deep and focused, staring at the winter morning light leaking through the gaps in the curtains in front of the window.
Only after losing it will people realize how wonderful they once had it.
Just like feelings.
Just like light.
If he had never lost Yang Qianyu, he would not know what it feels like to feel like a desert, nor how painful the long years are.
If he hadn't lost his light, he wouldn't know how bright the dawn is every day, and he wouldn't know how lovely everything in front of him is.
Fortunately, God punished and compensated him, allowing him to understand what is important in life.
The door to the room rang, and he slowly closed his eyes again.
The nurse came in and saw that he was still asleep, so he tidied up the trash can beside the bed, then turned around and went out quietly.
Feng Moyan opened his eyes again and stared at the brighter and brighter light in front of the window, unable to see enough.
He did not plan to let others know about his eyesight recovery for the time being.
After Qian Qian came back in a few days, he wanted to see how that woman took care of him in the world he couldn't see.
Just thinking about it, my heart was filled with anticipation, and the corners of my sexy and charming mouth couldn't help but curl into a slight smile.