I'm Your Sister!

"Hahaha!"

The wealthy women were startled at first, then burst into maniacal laughter.

Their relationship was very good, and it wasn't meant as mockery.

They were laughing at Xia Shuyi for being so rich and powerful, yet still using such childish things.

She really has money but doesn't know how to spend it!

"Ah! Mengmeng, you!"

Xia Shuyi was startled and flustered, her face flushed and her heart pounding as she ran over to snatch the toy away. She hid it in her bedroom and shooed all the wealthy women's children out.

Back at the mahjong table, Xia Shuyi looked at her friends, who were barely suppressing their laughter, and said with a flushed face, "What's so funny? Are we playing or not?"

"Shuyi, I know you don't want other men interfering in your and Mengmeng's lives," Sister Hong said with a smile, trying to persuade her. "But life is life. You can't rely on that thing forever, can you? You're only in your thirties!"

"Exactly, Shuyi. With your conditions, what kind of man couldn't you find? Why bother with such a trivial thing?"

A sister beside her also advised, "Look at me. My dead husband is out carousing every night. I can't just stay in an empty room, can I? Shuyi, you have to live in the present."

"That's right, Shuyi. We women need to learn to be good to ourselves."

Another wealthy woman advised, "We've earned so much money in this lifetime; you can't take it with you when you die. Where does it matter if you spend it? It's not shameful to find a man for some fun."

"Oh, please don't talk about these things in front of the children."

Xia Shuyi glanced at Mengmeng, who was playing on her phone with a few children on the sofa. After being advised by her sisters, she felt even more melancholic. "Alright, alright, let's stop here for today. I need to take Mengmeng to her tutoring class."

Seeing that Xia Shuyi didn't want to discuss the matter, the charming women exchanged glances, sighed silently, packed their bags, and left with their respective children.

After her sisters left, Xia Shuyi looked at the messy mahjong table and the empty room, feeling an inevitable sense of loneliness.

The little girl sat on the sofa, looking at Xia Shuyi, who was staring blankly with her chin propped up, and blinked curiously. "Mommy, I remember I don't have tutoring this afternoon?"

Xia Shuyi got up and sat beside the little girl, pinching Mengmeng's cheek. She smiled wryly, a mix of relief and helplessness. "You little rascal, you always make me look foolish!"

"Mommy's not foolish at all!"

Xia Mengmeng didn't understand what "look foolish" meant. She hugged Xia Shuyi's arm and said proudly, "The teacher said Mommy is much prettier than the other students' moms!"

"Such a sweet talker!"

Praised by her daughter, Xia Shuyi's mood improved considerably. Fortunately, she had such a sensible and well-behaved daughter.

"Mommy, why hasn't Big Brother Shen come to play with us lately?"

Xia Mengmeng held the rubber duck that Shen Lang had given her and asked like a curious child, "I miss Big Brother Shen. What's he doing lately? Is he also going to school?"

"Mommy doesn't know either."

Xia Shuyi sighed melancholically. Since that day, their interactions seemed to have been severed.

But every time she thought of what happened in the bedroom that day, Xia Shuyi felt her heart race, and an inexplicable sense of shame spread within her.

She took out her phone, opened Shen Lang's chat window, and savored their previous chat history, a smile unconsciously forming on her lips.

The next day at noon, Shen Lang was typing furiously at home, planning to finish the novel he was currently serializing.

Shen Lang had been writing this million-word wuxia novel for almost a year.

Although it hadn't achieved much success, it had a large word count, and he still received a full attendance bonus every month, earning five to six thousand yuan, which was more than enough.

Now with the system backing him and nearly a million in savings, Shen Lang felt he wouldn't need to rely on writing novels anymore.

However, he had already written so many words for this novel, and the plot was nearing its end. He had also gained several hundred loyal fans.

Shen Lang felt a bit reluctant to just abandon it like that.

He planned to give the protagonist a perfect ending, even if it might risk being considered poorly concluded.

Shen Lang typed incredibly fast. He wrote from morning until four or five in the afternoon, finally finishing the wuxia novel and attaching a special chapter with a thank-you message for its completion.

However, the comments in the review section were not very positive.

[Damn, it's finished already? Author, you're not human!]

[Alright, at least it has an ending. Hooray for completion!]

[Please, author, don't write romance in your next book. I found it really awkward. Can't a wuxia novel just have the protagonist level up and fight monsters honestly?]

Just as Shen Lang was reviewing these reader comments, a message popped up on WeChat.

Who Says He Doesn't Coax Me: [Hooray for completion, keep up the good work for your next book, I'm rooting for you!]

This was one of Shen Lang's loyal fans.

A significant part of the reason Shen Lang was able to write this book to a million words was thanks to this reader.

When Shen Lang first started this book, his terrible writing and bland plot had earned him a lot of harsh criticism from readers.

But this particular reader, not only cheered him on in the comments section but also used profoundly cultured Ancestral An dialect to argue with the haters.

They told Shen Lang to ignore the haters and that if he kept writing, he would definitely become popular.

Even though the book never gained popularity, Shen Lang was incredibly grateful to this reader.

He'd even added them on WeChat, and sometimes the two of them would play games together.

However, the reader never used voice chat and only typed messages, so Shen Lang never knew if they were male or female.

Shen Lang guessed they were probably male, because what kind of girl would have such a deep understanding of Zu'an culture?

"I might not write books anymore."

Shen Lang replied, "Planning to find another job to make a living."

Who Says He Doesn't Coax Me: "Huh? Really? What are you planning to do?"

Sleep Till Dawn: "I don't know, just taking it one step at a time."

The two chatted briefly before the other person said they were going to eat.

Just as Shen Lang was about to go out for food himself, his WeChat notification rang again.

Shen Lang thought Su Lexuan was coming to bother him again, but when he opened WeChat, he saw it was actually that brat Shen Linlin.

Vampire No. 1: "Old Geezer, I glanced at your trashy book. Heard you finished it?"

Sleep Till Dawn: "Yeah, and I'm not planning on writing anymore. I might need you two sisters to bail me out later."

The other side was typing for a long time, but then directly transferred two thousand yuan: "I don't need money for anything recently, so just borrow this to tide you over. Ask me again if you run out."

Shen Lang stared at the two thousand yuan transfer for a long time, then typed incredulously, "Who the fuck are you? Give her phone back!"

Vampire No. 1: "Old Bastard, I'm your damn sister!"