You'd Better Play a Little Dumber

"Since when was I famous? I'd been keeping a very low profile lately!"

Li Ye had not expected to run into Liu Muhan here. Ever since she and Lu Jingyao had gone to Zaojunmiao to find him over Lu Zixue's matter, the two of them had never contacted each other again.

Even when he got married, Grandpa Liu and Grandma Gao had come all the way from Shanghai to attend the wedding feast, yet this "Aunt Liu," assigned to the Beijing Foreign Economic Relations and Trade Commission, had not shown up.

"You? Low-profile? Oh, give it a rest, nephew."

Liu Muhan said with an amused smile, "People had already gone to the Writers' Association asking how much that Seven-Inch Blade had earned in royalties, whether he could really afford a Santana.

"I only found out from my father's phone call that you, Seven-Inch Blade, were driving your own private sedan to and from work!"

"..."

Only then did Li Ye realize that someone from his workplace had actually gone to the Writers' Association to investigate his background. It seemed buying a Santana with royalties had still overturned quite a few people's assumptions.

Seeing Li Ye lost in thought, Liu Muhan said with a grin, "What is it, nephew? Now you know to mind your influence? Seven-Inch Blade is practically famous in literary circles now for being 'poor in extravagance, lavish beyond measure.'"

Grandpa forced me to call you Aunt a few times, and now you're addicted to it, huh?

"Stop, stop, stop! Don't call me nephew!"

Li Ye said unhappily, "You didn't even come to my wedding, and you still want to claim the title of aunt? Dream on! From now on, we're equals. We'll each address the other as we see fit."

"Wasn't I abroad at the time?" Liu