Xia Luo was shamelessly thick-skinned. He refused to leave, shamelessly loitering around the house while sweet-talking Qiu Ya and calling her "sister-in-law" in every possible way.
He called her that so often that even Qiu Ya became embarrassed.
In the end, she could only say:
"Fine. Wait here for a moment. I'll go upstairs and call Ding Ling."
"Thank you, sister-in-law. You're truly beautiful and kindhearted, a living Bodhisattva."
"..."
Qiu Ya's face burned. She glared at Xia Luo, then turned and clomped upstairs.
Xia Luo rubbed his chin and watched Qiu Ya's retreating figure. He sighed inwardly. A peerless beauty, the ideal woman of my dreams, has ultimately ended up with someone else. I'm afraid I'll never have Qiu Ya kneeling before me in this lifetime.
Thinking of Ding Ling's current achievements,
Xia Luo was deeply shaken. He was utterly beyond comparison.
In less than a year, Ding Ling had written a full twenty novels.
Aside from the eight Ghost Blows Out the Light novels, the other twelve were almost all standalone works. Some were thick, some thin, and their prices varied, but without exception, every one of them had sold explosively.
Some were about romance and suspense;
some were about fantasy and deduction;
there was even time-space traversal, an animated forest...
Twenty novels had introduced countless new ideas, enough to make people lose themselves in them, marvel at them, and become his devoted fans.
As for other people, Xia Luo didn't know.
But after reading all twenty of Ding Ling's novels, he had genuinely become Ding Ling's fan.
And precisely because he acknowledged Ding Ling's abilities,
Xia Luo had chosen to come over and take advantage of him.
Yet the slightly revised Princess Hours had actually sold explosively throughout East Asia.
If the second volume came out, with