Don't get married if you're reborn.

Chapter 375 Never Swear (4K)

Fengzhou was still quite cold at the end of February, with a biting wind blowing.

As soon as Zeng Wenjie and Mu Qingyang entered the Wind Courtyard, they were greeted by a strong gust of wind that made it hard to open their eyes.

I quickly found a place to shelter from the wind, and then I no longer had to endure the pain of being scraped by a steel knife.

Mu Qingyang gently poked Zeng Wenjie's waist and said, "I have something to tell you."

Zeng Wenjie asked, "Huh?"

Mu Qingyang said, "Don't use such harsh language next time you curse someone."

Zeng Wenjie then said, "Where did I swear?"

On the campus forum.

"Oh...you mean that dead...um, that stinky boxer!"

Since Mu Qingyang is bothered by it, it's better not to say the words "Sima Wanyi".

Mu Qingyang witnessed the scene this morning as well. The girl was verbally abused by the boy, and the insults were extremely harsh. Zeng Wenjie intervened to stop the argument.

As a result, a post that was purely defamatory appeared on the campus forum.

Mu Qingyang was quite angry when he saw it.

"Now that your business is growing bigger and bigger, you need to watch your words so that everything goes smoothly for you," Mu Qingyang said with a soft laugh.

Zeng Wenjie knew that businessmen in Tiannan were quite particular about their work and had many taboos.

He had initially thought that he had offended Mu Qingyang with his extremely foul-mouthed insults, but he never expected it to be for this reason.

Therefore, he felt greatly relieved.

“I’m actually a very well-mannered man, but some sunny beaches just deserve to be scolded!” Zeng Wenjie said.

"Sunny beaches?"

Mu Qingyang tilted his head, indicating confusion.

“Depression is sunshine, and a cesspool is a beach,” Zeng Wenjie said expressionlessly.

"..."

Mu Qingyang, who scored zero on the English test, wasn't completely ignorant of English. After hearing this explanation, he found it both ingenious and laughable.

Zeng Wenjie said, "So, if any of these bastards slander or belittle you in the future, remember to curse them back. These bastards are born to be cursed. Don't tolerate these bastards. The more you back down and the easier it is to talk to them, the more these bastards will act."

Mu Qingyang was stunned. Zeng Wenjie said he was extremely well-mannered?

However, from the perspective of Mandarin, it seems that not a single swear word was used.

Mu Qingyang opened his mouth, and after a moment, said somewhat angrily, "I don't know how to swear."

Zeng Wenjie patted his chest and said, "It's okay, from now on I'll be your mouth double. If anyone dares to bully you, I'll spit blood all over their face."

Mu Qingyang couldn't help but laugh and said, "Okay."

"So, you have to sign a mouth-substitute agreement with me first."

How do I sign it?

"It's all done with just a few words!"

With no one around, it was the perfect time to sign a mouth-for-mouth contract. But what Mu Qingyang didn't understand was, wasn't it enough to just touch lips together? What was the point of sticking out his tongue?
Mu Qingyang leaned weakly against the wall, needing Zeng Wenjie to support her waist to prevent her from collapsing.

"Did you eat honey?"

"No..." Mu Qingyang looked confused.

"Why is it so sweet? Let me try some more!"

Finally, Mu Qingyang was a little out of breath, and her face was flushed.

Fortunately, she wasn't so embarrassed anymore; in the past, she would have buried her head in her collar to hide.

After establishing a relationship, such intimate acts feel somewhat natural.

When Zeng Wenjie felt he had finished his verbal sparring, Mu Qingyang grabbed him and wouldn't let go, which left him bewildered. It turned out that when a girl's emotions got heated, they were like an unstoppable torrent.

Zeng Wenjie felt like he was about to pass out!

Seeing that Mu Qingyang still wanted to attack, he jumped back in fright, panting heavily, and said, "It's getting late!"

Mu Qingyang grabbed his wrist, glanced at the time, then nodded and said cheerfully, "It's time to go back and update 'Battle Through the Heavens'! Have you been following it lately?"

Zeng Wenjie cursed inwardly, "Not only do I have to follow the updates, but I also have to bite the bullet and write them!"
Sometimes I really wish I could skip the Dou Zun and Dou Sheng realms and just finish the story with the Soul Emperor.

Especially the Dou Sheng realm, it's really damn ridiculous. After reaching the Nine Stars, there's still the damn Nine Revolutions, forcibly creating nine minor realms in the plot. It's simply outrageous.

"I'm hooked! It's so good! The author is incredibly talented, writing such beautiful prose. I'm so grateful, I'd feel bad if I didn't award him a patronage." Zeng Wenjie didn't hold back his praise.

"Okay, I'll go back and urge the readers to write more!" Mu Qingyang said immediately.

"..."

Fuck your boomerang!
Zeng Wenjie vowed that he would never shamelessly praise himself again.

After being escorted back to his dormitory by Zeng Wenjie, Mu Qingyang turned on his computer, started checking for typos, and then updated the page.

"Wow...you've accumulated over 700,000 yuan in royalties?!"

Mu Qingyang glanced at the manuscript fee in the back office, which was seen by Ouyang Yun, who couldn't help but scream.

Mu Qingyang nodded and said, "Yes, but he wants me to save up five million before giving it to him."

Ouyang Yun said, "It seems that you, my online friend, are also a wealthy person. You don't even care about 700,000 yuan in royalties?"

Mu Qingyang was taken aback and said, "That can't be... He seems to be quite busy with work, and he often jokes that he wants me to introduce him to rich women, saying that he doesn't want to work hard anymore."

Ouyang Yun couldn't help but ask, "Is it really possible to save up five million in royalties?"

Mu Qingyang thought about it seriously and said, "It should be fine. The subscriptions have been increasing, but the updates are a bit unstable. Otherwise, the total royalties would have exceeded one million."

Ouyang Yun commented: "You're a weirdo, and you're a weirdo too! One of you isn't worried about being cheated out of your royalties, and the other of you really doesn't cheat out of other people's royalties."

Coincidentally, the netizen whom Mu Qingyang had saved as "Tolstoy" came online, and their profile picture lit up.

A chapter was transmitted.

After receiving the novel, Mu Qingyang urged the other party to update it, which greatly displeased the other party, who complained that he was too busy with work and had no time to write the novel.

Jiang Yu joined in the fun, saying, "Do you want to know what this netizen's true colors are?"

Mu Qingyang said, "I do miss him. He tried to video call me before, but I didn't dare answer. Later, I thought I could answer by covering the camera, so he never tried again!"

Jiang Yu said, "Then just flick it on him! If you're shy, let me do it. If it's a handsome guy, I'll volunteer!"

Jiang Haiwang didn't mind getting to know Mu Qingyang's online friend, after all, the man had already accumulated 700,000 yuan in royalties, making him a bona fide rich guy.

Mu Qingyang gave up his seat to Jiang Yu, and then Jiang Yu sent a video call, but the other party hung up.

"Why aren't you answering?" Jiang Yu typed.

"I video-called you before, but you didn't answer! Now I don't want to answer anymore, is there a problem?"

"Then call me again, I'll answer." "Once you miss this opportunity, you'll never have another! Anyway, I've seen your true face on the show, hehehehe!"

Jiang Yu gave up her seat to Mu Qingyang, and couldn't help but click her tongue, saying, "Why does this guy's smugness feel so familiar?"

Chu Qingbai came over with an apple in his mouth and saw Jiang Yu sending him a video call as soon as he entered.

She was a little curious about who Jiang Yu had video-called using Mu Qingyang's QQ account. After taking a closer look, she couldn't help but say, "She video-called her boyfriend, and he actually dared not answer?"

Mu Qingyang hurriedly explained, "He is not Zeng Wenjie, but just an online friend of mine."

Chu Qingbai was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to reveal the truth, but then she remembered the gentleman's agreement she made with Zeng Wenjie during military training, which told her not to reveal the information of this QQ number to others.

Oh my god, Zeng Wenjie, that ultimate slut...

They actually went to such lengths?
"This is the author of 'Battle Through the Heavens.' Aren't you reading this novel recently?" Ouyang Yun glanced at Chu Qingbai and said.

"..." Chu Qingbai clicked his tongue, feeling speechless.

Jiang Yu snapped out of her daze and said, "Oh right, that feeling of déjà vu came from Zeng Gou! But Zeng Gou obviously doesn't have that talent."

Chu Qingbai's lips twitched. Good heavens, Zeng Wenjie is not only good at business, but also at writing novels!
She then threatened him to send the chapter over ahead of time, or else she would expose his true identity to Mu Qingyang and make him unable to keep up the act!
It's all about hardcore urging for updates!
Zeng Wenjie had no idea that his boomerang had been thrown so wildly.

"Beep beep-"

Just as Zeng Wenjie was about to shut down his computer and rest, he received another message. When he opened it, he saw that it was from Zeng Mi.

Zeng Mi's online name is "Fanwai," which is quite interesting when interpreted in the context of her life. Her personal motto is: Please do not break your promise.

Zeng Mi sent a picture, a character illustration from the game "Heroes of the Three Kingdoms," depicting the infamous tyrannical Emperor Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty.

Then, Zeng Wenjie discovered that Yang Guang's face actually looked a bit like his!

He sent a question mark.

"?" Zeng Mi replied with a question mark.

"??"

"???"

"No, am I that disliked by you? You're going to use my face to paint Yang Guang, aren't you?! (awkward)"

"Isn't it good that you're made emperor? You still have objections?"

"Okay, okay, whatever you want, as long as the quality is good enough."

Looking at this portrait of Yang Guang, Zeng Wenjie had to admit that he was quite handsome, undoubtedly the most handsome Emperor Yang of Sui in history!
Zeng Mi asked, "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

Zeng Wenjie then lied: "Tencent sent the project director of 'Hero Kill', and I entertained him."

Zeng Mi immediately became interested when the topic of "Hero Kill" was brought up.

"Is he easy to get along with?" Zeng Mi asked.

“He was very friendly. He came to our studio today, and I set up a desk for him. He even asked me why our artists weren’t coming to work,” Zeng Wenjie replied.

These words made Zeng Mi pause for a moment. Already possessing a melancholic nature, she couldn't help but sigh softly at this moment, feeling a little wistful.

Zeng Wenjie sent a message on his own: "I said that the situation of the illustrator is quite special, it is inconvenient for him to come to the office, and creation requires a quiet environment, so working from home is allowed."

Zeng Mi sent a (smile).

The petty Zeng Wenjie immediately replied with a (smile).

"This afternoon I treated my colleagues and the director to lunch. He can hold his liquor quite well, and it took all of my colleagues taking turns toasting him until he got drunk. Right now, the director is fast asleep in his hotel room, hahaha~ (chuckles)"

Zeng Mi couldn't help but imagine the scene of her colleagues from Game Science Studio having dinner together, taking turns to toast the director sent by Tencent, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

"No reply? I'm going to sleep then."

"I am looking at it carefully."

Zeng Mi immediately replied to the message, "Tell me more, I want to know more."

"Oh, this afternoon we also interviewed a voice actor who applied for a broadcasting major, and the director and I were quite satisfied. Besides, voice acting for card games is relatively simple and can be completed quickly."

"Hmm? I'm actually quite curious to hear how they dub the characters they drew for me."

"If you want to listen, then come and listen. You're also a member of the studio, so don't treat yourself like an outsider."

"I'll wait until I have time."

"By the way, although the director is relatively easy to get along with, he has still established some rules and regulations, including those concerning your royalties."

Zeng Mi was taken aback. Zeng Wenjie had not discussed the matter of royalties with her.

She painted purely because she found it interesting, never thinking about the money involved. Of course, this was also because she was not short of money at all.

"Look, should we buy it outright per card, or split the profits according to a certain percentage? Especially for the special skins later on."

"I haven't decided yet, so I'll just owe you for now. Little brother, you won't renege on this small royalty payment, will you?"

"No, you can ask me for it anytime! How about this, you can just buy out the initial version, and we'll split the profits from the skins, how about that? That way it'll be fairer to you."

"Sure, I don't know anything about these things, I'll follow your arrangements!"

Zeng Wenjie chatted with Zeng Mi until after 1 a.m., until the laptop battery light came on.

"My laptop is out of battery, I'm going to rest now. Sister Zeng Mi, you should go to bed early too, staying up late is bad for your skin."

"Oh, it's so late! Goodnight then."

After closing the dialog box, Zeng Mi sat blankly in front of the computer, feeling bored but unwilling to shut down and go to sleep.

Many people have done this: turn on the computer, but do nothing, just sit in front of the computer and stare at the desktop.

I don't want to play games, browse online stores, watch videos, or listen to music; I just sit there blankly.

Such people often share a common characteristic—loneliness and emptiness.

Ten minutes later, Zeng Mi reopened the chat window and typed: "Come find me for a drink tomorrow."

But her finger hovered over the left mouse button. After a moment, she moved her finger away and gently pressed the delete key, erasing the words she had just typed.

"Shall I come find you for a drink tomorrow?"

Just after deleting the message she was about to send, Zeng Mi received a message from the other party.

She froze in place.

She really wanted to agree, but in the end she chose to ignore it, didn't reply, and decisively shut down her computer.

Lying in bed, she gently covered her left cheek with her palm, but she didn't feel that unique warmth and touch.

After a long silence, she murmured, "What should I choose?"

But no one could answer her.

Just like when she was eighteen, no one could answer her.

Ultimately, the choice is in her own hands.

(End of this chapter)