Why Are You Back?

"Hello? Honey, did you get through to our daughter?"

He Shumin still cared about her daughter, even though she didn't approve of her entering the entertainment industry to sing.

Despite constantly opposing it, she had always kept an eye on what her daughter was doing in the entertainment industry.

Over the years, her daughter had indeed behaved herself and focused only on singing, never doing anything out of line. Both of them had breathed a sigh of relief.

But they both knew what the entertainment industry was like. Even so, they had never approved of their daughter's decision and had always opposed it.

Ever since her grandfather passed away, their daughter had grown increasingly distant from them.

It was rare for her to take the initiative and call them. Something must have happened.

"No. Her phone's been off the whole time. I don't know what's going on with Siyi either."

Wang Weimin was a little anxious too.

"Forget it. I'll ask Siyi's manager..."

After saying that, He Shumin hung up and called Chen Baozhu.

Although she didn't approve of her daughter entering the entertainment industry, He Shumin had kept Chen Baozhu's number.

When the call connected, Chen Baozhu hesitated, unsure whether she should tell He Shumin about Wang Siyi's situation.

She thought that since Wang Siyi intended to tell them herself, there was no need for her to say it first.

She only told He Shumin that Wang Siyi had gone to Yangcheng, then ended the call.

When He Shumin learned that Wang Siyi had gone to Yangcheng and that her phone was unreachable because she was on a plane, she finally relaxed.

She had been afraid that Wang Siyi had suffered some kind of unfair treatment in the entertainment industry and might do something reckless.

She became even more determined that, no matter what, she would not let Wang Siyi remain in the entertainment industry.

She told Wang Weimin that their daughter had turned off her phone because she was flying, signaling for him not to worry.

Then she told him what she was thinking and wanted him to try persuading their daughter with her.

Wang Weimin was conflicted. The daughter who had depended on him since childhood had already been at odds with him over this matter for years.

If he confronted her again this time, would their relationship become even worse? It was hard to say.

He Shumin, however, was much more decisive.

"It's better to be at odds with her now than to wait until she suffers a huge loss and comes crying to us."

She angrily hung up on her husband. He Shumin was so frustrated she could barely contain it.

Her husband was good in every way, except he was always too indecisive when it came to their daughter.

If he had been firmer back then, would she have been able to enter the entertainment industry? It was infuriating.

Wang Siyi could no longer receive the calls her parents had made.

At eight in the evening, she arrived at the Xingfuli residential complex. She felt herself relax a little, no longer carrying that suffocating feeling she had in Shanghai.

She no longer wanted to call her parents either. She would just be alone and have some peace for a while...

Being here alone was actually pretty nice. And there was someone here whose cooking was delicious...

Thinking of Li Changle made Wang Siyi a little hungry. She had been busy recording songs in Shanghai these past few weeks.

She had lived on takeout for every meal. Someone with a normally healthy appetite, she had spent over twenty days frowning at takeout food until even her appetite had shrunk.

It was so late already. She wondered whether that guy had cooked anything. Thinking about his food suddenly made Wang Siyi feel at ease.

As she wondered what Li Changle might make, she went upstairs. She had quite a lot of things, and after laboriously carrying everything up, she looked at the door.

This time, she had remembered to bring her keys. When she opened the door, the familiar room greeted her.

After putting her things down, she sniffed herself. Carrying everything upstairs had taken quite a bit of effort, and she had worked up a sweat. She adorably wrinkled her brows.

She turned and went into her room for her toiletries. Mm... she planned to take a shower before going over to eat.

These past few days, Li Changle had been highly motivated to write.

Although he had never liked how his boss in his previous life kept brainwashing him.

Saying things like young people had to work themselves to the bone, and if you couldn't work yourself to death, you should work even harder.

That youth was for striving, not enjoying life, and all that nonsense.

Still, the core idea wasn't wrong. Before achieving financial freedom, one really shouldn't be too obsessed with comfort.

No house, no car, and let alone a wife. With nothing at all, what the hell was there to enjoy?

Once he earned enough money, he could buy whatever he wanted without worrying whether this month's salary would be enough.

He could go wherever he wanted without wondering whether the company would refuse his leave request or whether he could afford the travel expenses.

Especially when traveling, he would still have to stare at his phone every day, reply to messages in the work group at any moment, and keep track of whatever the boss said...

He couldn't even enjoy the trip. Traveling was nothing more than leaving one smaller cage to be free-ranged in a larger cage for a few days.

Li Changle had gone through plenty of that in his previous life.

To avoid being hounded by readers for updates in the future because he had no chapters saved up while traveling.

He decided to play it safe and stockpile three to five hundred thousand words.

Otherwise, he wouldn't feel at ease!

Li Changle was already planning how to spend his first royalty payment next month.

Travel! The world was so big, and he wanted to see it. He had even thought of the excuse for taking leave. That wasn't too much to ask, right?

And even if he took leave, he wouldn't stop updating. At most, he would go from ten thousand words a day to three thousand...

After writing continuously for the past few days, Li Changle had become increasingly comfortable with writing novels, and his speed had risen as well.

It was no exaggeration to say that he was now faster than a tentacle monster.

He had directly transformed into a typing machine with no money and no feelings.

The main plot and story ideas were already fully formed in his mind.

All he needed to do was polish his prose a little, pad things out a bit, add more dialogue, and make the whole story feel fuller.

This was much faster than writing proposals. When he wrote Legend of Sword and Fairy 1, ideas flowed from him like a spring, impossible to stop.

He didn't need to think so much, either. He never had to worry about losing hair again.

In his previous life, despite being so young, his hairline had already been visibly receding at the age of twenty-six.

He couldn't understand why someone as handsome as him was losing hair, nor could he understand why his father wasn't Li Ka-shing.

What he understood even less was why, at such a young age, he had to endure the blessings of 996 and the radiance of 007...

Fortunately, all of that was over. Now, countless classics in his mind were waiting to be released, and he could easily become a capitalist through them...

No, that was too cruel. He could, but there was no need to.

Capitalists were ruthless toward others, but even more ruthless toward themselves. Li Changle had experienced that firsthand.

In his previous life, he at least worked 996 and could always rest one day a week. But his boss practically treated the company as his home.

He arrived the earliest and left the latest, working 007. Who could handle that?

Yet his boss could. Li Changle shuddered. If he really did that, he would probably have to prepare for another transmigration.

What if he transmigrated again and ended up in a Xianxia world? He probably wouldn't survive past the third chapter...

His current life was much better... Li Changle had started writing at nine in the morning today, and now it was nearly nine at night. He had written roughly fifty thousand words.

The results were gratifying. He already had several hundred thousand words saved up. He logged into the Chinese Web Novel Platform backend and generously updated another twenty thousand words.

The fans had grown accustomed to Li Changle's extravagance lately. They didn't even need to spread the word anymore, because everyone knew that this guy generally updated around ten thousand words in the morning.

Then, in the evening, he would update another twenty or thirty thousand words. These days had practically been a carnival week for Legend of Sword and Fairy fans.

The book was good, the updates were stable, and there was plenty to read. Without question, it had directly topped the Monthly Ticket rankings, reading rankings, and all the major charts.

Other authors' books simply had no ability to fight back. Many readers had even run over to Legend of Sword and Fairy?

They had defected...

But the great and platinum-tier authors had nothing to say. Come on, if they updated thirty thousand words a day, whose books would perform badly?

But this concubine couldn't do it...

Was this guy a demon? Typing thirty thousand words a day, didn't his hands get tired? Wouldn't they ache?

A group of top authors believed that if they had to update thirty thousand words every single day, their hands would probably be ruined within half a year.

What they didn't know was that Li Changle wrote more than thirty thousand words a day. He actually wrote fifty thousand...

Li Changle didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his hands at all. If not for the waves of pain in his shoulders, he could have kept writing from morning to night.

Looking at the steadily rising data in the backend, Li Changle felt deeply fulfilled. Although he had largely used the story of Legend of Sword and Fairy 1.

Legend of Sword and Fairy didn't even have an official novel, so organizing it systematically into one was still a considerable amount of work and difficulty.

Fortunately, he had worked with words in his previous life and had some writing ability. He had also read quite a few novels.

There were plenty that had left a deep impression on him. Even without the Legend of Sword and Fairy series, he could choose other novels.

But Legend of Sword and Fairy 1 was not only a good story, it was also incredibly depressing. Li Changle felt he should share it with everyone...

And the Legend of Sword and Fairy series could also be adapted into television dramas and films, which would be another source of income! Such a great IP was hard to come by.

He could also bring out the whole series of Legend of Sword and Fairy songs in his mind. Being able to see Earth's classic films and television dramas in this world would be even better!

He clearly intended to strip the Legend of Sword and Fairy IP bare.

His stomach was a little hungry. He hadn't cooked today either. Ever since Wang Siyi went to Shanghai, he had lost the joy of cooking.

But it was a little late to order takeout now, so he planned to go to the kitchen and make some simple noodles.

When he opened his room door and saw the beautiful woman sitting in the living room, Li Changle briefly thought he was hallucinating.

"Strange. I've been thinking about her a lot these past few days. This is even more ridiculous—I'm actually hallucinating..."

Li Changle figured he must have exhausted himself from writing. Why else would he see Wang Siyi in the living room?

He wondered whether he should go to the hospital tomorrow to see if something was wrong with him.

"What are you muttering about over there?"

When Wang Siyi heard him babbling about hallucinating, black lines immediately filled her forehead.

Li Changle was startled. Not only was he hallucinating, was he hearing things too? He quickly slapped himself, trying to wake up.

"Are you sick in the head?"

How had this guy become so weird after not seeing her for half a month?

If those thugs had damaged his brain back then, it shouldn't only be acting up now...

Li Changle realized that Wang Siyi really had returned. It wasn't a hallucination.

He immediately asked in surprise:

"Why are you back?"