Most of the time, holidays were no different from any other day for professional webnovel writers.
Take now, for instance. Little New Year had already passed, most schools were on break, and many people had returned to their hometowns. Some office workers were panting under their year-end overtime loads, while others had already started slacking off.
But for most writers still posting updates, things went on as usual: they wrote as they always did. Those living with family probably had a few more headaches. "Go buy this." "Come move that." "Everyone else is at work, and you're just sitting at home. Who else would I ask?"
And so on. After all, working from home didn't count as working.
Fortunately, Chu Ge had never had that problem. His parents had supported his writing from the very beginning, even though no one back then knew he could achieve what he had today.
Now, whether he had support mainly depended on his wife.
And his wife was his greatest supporter in the whole world. She got upset if he didn't write and was even more eager to chase him off to work than his reader group was.
As soon as they got home, Qiu Wuji bustled around tidying things up, as though she had suddenly forgotten how to use the Cleansing Technique.
Tidying up was one of the pleasures of home life, after all. Doing it occasionally could be quite satisfying, as long as it wasn't every day.
Chu Ge had already been forcibly planted in front of the computer, marking the end of this hiatus to save the world and his return to everyday life. Other people would find the White Tiger and Vermilion Bird. His job really was to write his book well.
Yet after opening his document, Chu Ge sat