Captain Lu was aloof again today.

Chapter 130 Signature
In truth, she had only met Yan Yun a few times, but had more contact with Yan Zhi.

But she had already etched Yan Yun's face deep into her mind and would never forget it in her lifetime.

After all, the first hand that pushed her into the abyss was Yan Yun's.

Wei Qingsong had doubts, but she didn't show them on her face. She smiled slightly at Shen Fu and said, "Afu, let's go in."

"Great!" Shen Fu was naturally overjoyed.

She was just a book lover with no official connections, so she was too embarrassed to stake out people inside the TV station. Now that she was with Wei Qingsong and Lu Jingming, she felt more confident.

Seeing this, Wen Ye quickly exclaimed, "Then I want to go with you too!"

Wei Qingsong and Lu Jingming exchanged a helpless glance, then tacitly ignored Wen Ye and walked up the steps side by side.

Shen Fu, however, stared with her beautiful eyes and said, "You absolutely mustn't come with me. I don't want to be around idiots; it's contagious."

Insulted, Wen Ye laughed angrily: "Do you still want Shen Tong's autograph?"

This was indeed a huge temptation for Shen Fu. She hesitated for a long time before saying softly, "Alright, for Shen Tong's sake, I'll tolerate you for a while."

Once she gets Shen Tong's autograph, let's see how she teases him.

Wen Ye grinned smugly and followed Shen Fu into the television station.

After explaining his purpose, the employee led Lu Jingming to the interview room with a smile.

Upon reaching the door, Lu Jingming paused, turned around, and softly said to Wei Qingsong, "Wait for me."

"it is good."

He strode into the interview room with his long, slender legs. Just then, the door next to him suddenly opened, and a melancholy-looking man stepped out.

The man's eyes held a hint of indifference. He wore a white shirt and black trousers, and his skin was so pale it was almost bloodless, as if he had never seen the light of day.

He had an unusual aura about him, decadent and lonely, like a wounded little animal.

"Yutong!" Wen Ye waved to him with great interest.

Seeing his reaction, Wei Qingsong realized that this melancholy man must be Shen Tong, the novelist Shen Fu had been longing for.

Shen Yutong looked over calmly, as if piercing through the void to look into the unknown, serene and desolate.

Wen Ye strode over and casually put his arm around his shoulder: "How does it feel to try stepping out of your own world? Are you adjusting well?"

Shen Yutong gave him no response and walked away on her own.

Shen Fu had a knowing look on her face: "What did I tell you? Wen Ye even claims to be Shen Tong's good brother, but he doesn't seem to know him at all."

"That's not necessarily true." Wei Qingsong said thoughtfully, observing the two of them without making a sound.

Although Shen Tong has remained silent so far, he has not pushed away Wen Ye's hand that was on his shoulder.

If someone you don't know well makes such intimate gestures towards you, you'll likely feel uncomfortable. Your body's protective mechanisms will cause you to subconsciously reject it and react unnaturally.

Shen Tong's body language was very natural, without the slightest awkwardness.

"Yutong, you have no idea how many fans have come here today. The small square outside the TV station is almost overflowing with people. This scene is comparable to that of a top celebrity." Wen Ye didn't care about Shen Yutong's cold face at all and continued to greet her with a smile.

Shen Yutong frowned slightly, glanced at the small square below through the glass window, and said softly, "Too many people, I don't like it."

Wen Ye looked disapproving: "Have you forgotten what you promised me? If you're going to step out of your own world and accept reality again, then be decisive and don't drag it out."

Shen Yutong stopped in her tracks, paused for a moment, then frowned and said, "Okay."

"That's right." Wen Ye breathed a sigh of relief, looking like he had been relieved. He pointed to Shen Fu a few steps away, "This Miss Shen is your fan. She really wants your autograph. Will you do me a favor?"

Shen Fu's eyes lit up. She now believed that Wen Ye and Shen Tong were really good brothers, and Shen Tong seemed very willing to listen to Wen Ye.

She gave Wen Ye a "you know what's good for you" look, then quickly stepped forward with the book in hand, and stammered, "Dear Shen Tong, I... I'm your fan, no, I'm your book lover, I really like you!"

His deep gaze lingered on the book for a moment, his brow furrowing slightly as he said softly, "No."

Shen Fu stood there, stunned.

You can't? You can't do what?
"You're now a bestselling author who became famous overnight. Your Demon Hunting series has even been released in hardcover. Sooner or later, you'll have to hold book signings. You need to get used to it in advance."

Wen Ye earnestly advised, "Isn't this a book lover who's come to your door? Just treat this book as practice for your writing, sign a few copies, and get a feel for it."

The more Shen Fu listened, the more she felt something was wrong. Her beautiful eyes, filled with a sinister flame, glanced at Wen Ye.

What is meant by "practicing writing"? What is meant by "scribbling randomly to get a feel for things"?
Shen Yutong hesitated before reaching out her hand, but the moment she touched the book, she quickly withdrew it and shook her head: "Never mind."

Shen Fu didn't care about anything else. Whether it was a practice or just a casual signature, as long as it was Shen Tong's signature, it was fine.

"It's okay, go ahead and sign it, I don't mind!" Shen Fu handed the book forward.

Shen Yutong seemed startled, instinctively slapping the book to the ground and quickly taking a step back.

The book hit Shen Fu's foot, and she was somewhat taken aback, but felt more aggrieved.

After all, she was the mayor's daughter, pampered since childhood, and had never been treated like this before.

If it were anyone else, she would have already started to lose her temper, but this was her favorite novelist, and she felt only aggrieved, her eyes gradually reddening.

Seeing this, Wei Qingsong quickly stepped forward to pick up the book, pulled her hand and moved her aside, and said softly, "Afu, he didn't do it on purpose."

Shen Yutong's way of expressing himself seemed different from ordinary people. Combined with Wen Ye's words, Wei Qingsong deduced that he should have a history of mental illness.

Wen Ye chuckled and tried to smooth things over: "Yu Tong, have you been working too hard lately? I've told you not to stay up so late and to get some rest. Look at you, you're scared by just one book."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Wei Qingsong and gestured with his eyes.

Wei Qingsong understood immediately and gave the book to Wen Ye.

Wen Ye took out a pen that he had prepared beforehand from his suit pocket, and thoughtfully removed the pen cap. He then opened the book to the title page and coaxed, "Come on."

Shen Yutong's fingers gently traced the pages of the book. He pursed his lips, took the pen, and slowly wrote down a name.

Wen Ye looked down and saw that Shen Yutong had written his real name. He chuckled helplessly, "You should sign your pen name, not your real name."

Shen Yutong was slightly taken aback, and with a blank expression, she wanted to cross out the name, but Wen Ye grabbed her hand.

"Hey, never mind, just sign it again below, no need to cross it out, it doesn't look good."

Shen Yutong responded with a slow "Oh," and then did as instructed.

(End of this chapter)