Hello, everyone. I'm the author of The Woman They Looked Down On Rewrote Online Fiction. As you open this foreword, I'd like to start with a question: Have you ever seen someone turn “grievance” into a “blade”?
Yiran's life became a nightmare of constant decline from the day she received her infertility diagnosis. Her in-laws' disdain, her husband's coldness, and finally even the divorce papers seemed to carry a contemptuous chill. But fate had one more absurd shackle in store: her husband's mistress suddenly showed up at her door with a baby in her arms. She hadn't come to fight over anything. She wanted to entrust the child to Yiran. The woman said she planned to go into business with Yiran's husband, and couldn't take the child along because it was a “burden.”
In the days when life crushed her to pieces, she did not remain silent. She opened an online writing platform and typed all her grievances, her confusion over people's fickle affections, and her anger at the absurdities of reality into a document. No one could have imagined that this woman, labeled a “failure,” would use her pen to challenge the online fiction world's exploitative pursuit of profit, allowing sincere writing to blossom amid the bubbles of internet traffic.
As I wrote this story, I kept asking myself: When “attention-grabbing” becomes synonymous with cheap gimmicks and creative work is shackled by profit, what can we still find in words? Yiran's answer is hidden in her story.
This is not a perfect book, but it holds everything I believe in about staying true to the original purpose of writing. You're welcome to share your thoughts with me in the comments, and I hope you'll find your own strength in this flower blooming among thorns. After all, the thorns that pierce the flesh will eventually become the roots from which we grow.
The story is not bad, but it's a bit humiliating. It's too humiliating to raise a child for a pair of scumbag men and scumbag girls.