For the third time, Fu Zhir ran's novel is taken down from the website for explicit content. At her wit's end, she kicks the man beside her, who is still raring to go, out of the room. "You beast! All the inspiration you give me is filthy. There's no plot at all. I'm not writing domineering CEO stories anymore; I'm writing historical fiction now. I don't need inspiration for bed scenes."
The man gives an arrogant snort. "You're so greedy. You've had enough of modern times, so now you want to try the old days?"
The next day, the two-meter-twenty European-style bed in their room has turned into an antique wooden bed.
Secretary: "Boss, someone on Weibo is attacking Madam, saying she's being kept by a rich man."
Second Young Master Lan: "Hire a hundred thousand online shills to tell them that rich man is me."
Secretary: "Madam's book is being adapted into a TV series. She's playing the heroine herself, and the hero is a popular young actor."
Second Young Master Lan: "Then chop that pretty boy into mincemeat and replace him with me."
[Childhood sweethearts. Both leads are pure in body and mind. A doting romance!]
