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Chapter 106 Impulsive and Naive Shen Qingyue

In the morning, sunlight streams into the office area through the glass curtain wall of the office building.

Lin Wei walked into the company with slightly unsteady steps.

She had just sat down at her workstation when she couldn't help but cover her mouth and let out a small yawn.

"Lin Wei, you didn't sleep well last night?"

My female colleague Xiao Zhao, whom I get along well with, leaned over and asked with concern, "You've got dark circles under your eyes."

Lin Wei rubbed her temples and forced a smile: "I'm having a bit of insomnia."

She wasn't lying, but she didn't tell the whole story either.

She did have insomnia last night.

It was simply because I stayed up all night reading Chen Mo's novel, "The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World".

I watched it from 8 pm until 4 am, finishing all the updated chapters in one go.

When she finally put down her phone, the sky outside the window was already beginning to lighten.

The novel itself is excellent, which is one aspect.

More importantly, this was written by Chen Mo, someone he likes, so the filter is unbeatable!

"I don't think it's insomnia."

Ms. Li, who is older than most employees and has been married for many years, came over with a cup of coffee.

She looked Lin Wei up and down with a smile and teased, "Although you look haggard, the smile in your eyes doesn't lie."

What's wrong? Did you stay up too late talking to your boyfriend last night?

"Hahaha----"

Upon hearing this, several female colleagues nearby burst into laughter.

In the adult world, dirty jokes are the norm.

Especially when women are together, they're not as proper as people think; they can talk about anything, however explicit they want.

Another younger girl came over.

She lowered her voice, but said exaggeratedly, "Lin Wei, honestly, your boyfriend is so handsome. If it were me, I'd want to 'eat him up' every day!"

She blinked, then added, feigning seriousness.

"But men, no matter how good their constitution is, still need to take care of themselves. I recommend a brand to you. Buy the premium Ningxia goji berries; you can soak them in water or use them in soups."

Lin Wei's face flushed slightly, but she quickly returned to normal.

She wasn't a naive young girl fresh out of school, and she wasn't completely at a loss for words when faced with such teasing that had a hint of ambiguity.

"No."

Lin Wei picked up her water glass, took a sip, and replied with a calm tone tinged with a barely perceptible pride, "My boyfriend is in excellent physical condition. He's not just a pretty face; he doesn't need any of that."

These words were spoken so frankly that they left several colleagues who wanted to continue joking speechless.

"Oh, right, Lin Wei—"

Sitting diagonally across from her, Sister Wang suddenly remembered something and said, "You've been driving yourself here these past few days, haven't you? Isn't that BMW your boyfriend's? Doesn't he use it himself?"

This successfully diverted everyone's attention.

These past few days, Lin Wei has been driving her brand-new BMW 5 Series to and from get off work, which has indeed attracted a lot of attention.

Although the colleagues in the technical department earn a decent income, it is still rare for someone to be able to drive a luxury car worth 500,000 to 600,000 yuan so soon after starting work.

Lin Wei smiled slightly and replied, "He saw that it was inconvenient for me to commute to and from get off work, so he let me use it directly, saying he plans to buy another one for himself."

"Wow!!!"

A hushed gasp rippled through the office.

"This is spoiling you way too much!"

"You just gave me a BMW 5 Series like that, and now you want to buy another one for yourself—Lin Wei, what kind of treasure have you found?"

"Handsome, rich, and so considerate—where can I find a boyfriend like this? Introduce me to one!"

Several female colleagues gathered around, their eyes full of envy.

Lin Wei felt a little embarrassed by their comments, but the inexplicable sense of pride in her heart grew stronger and stronger.

"Alright, alright, stop surrounding Lin Wei, the morning meeting is about to start." The team leader came out of the office and clapped his hands.

The crowd then dispersed.

At lunchtime, she listened to her male colleagues around her continuing to discuss Chen Mo's novel, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

She really wanted to tell them.

"Hey, that novel you guys like, 'The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World,' written by that genius new author who broke the website's record, is actually my boyfriend."

Evening, in a high-end villa area in Jiangcheng.

Cai Yanyan lay on her side on the soft sofa in the living room, in a somewhat awkward position.

After a day of rest, the redness and swelling on my buttocks have subsided considerably, but I can still feel a slight stinging pain when I sit down.

"Honestly—can't you be a little gentler?"

She muttered softly, but there wasn't much resentment in her tone; instead, it carried a somewhat ambiguous meaning.

The image of Chen Mo applying medicine to her yesterday flashed through her mind again.

In an instant, she covered her mouth and chuckled, but her face unconsciously flushed again.

"Under those circumstances, it must have been quite remarkable that he could maintain such a clear mind, haha—"

Just then, her phone rang; it was Shen Qingyue calling.

"Feed? Qingyue,"

Cai Yanyan answered the phone and laughed, "Why did you take the initiative to call me today?"

"Didn't you message me saying you were injured?"

On the other end of the phone, Shen Qingyue's cold voice came through: "I'll call and ask you what's going on."

"It hurts, it hurts so much."

Cai Yanyan said in a slightly coquettish tone, "Come to my house and keep me company. I'm so bored by myself. You can also help me apply the medicine; I can't reach it by myself."

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit—"

"Oh, right."

Cai Yanyan adjusted her posture and said, "Remember to bring some food when you come. I'm hungry; I haven't had lunch yet."

Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Shen Qingyue walked in carrying two bags of takeout and was taken aback when she saw Cai Yanyan lying on the sofa.

"What kind of position are you in?"

"Don't even mention it, my butt hurts."

Cai Yanyan waved her hand weakly and said, "Quickly bring me the food, I'm starving."

Shen Qingyue placed the takeout on the coffee table.

As she unpacked the package, she looked Cai Yanyan up and down and chuckled, "What happened to your butt?"

"What else can we do?"

Cai Yanyan thought to herself that she couldn't very well tell her that it was Chen Mo who had hit her.

She could only lie and say, "The receptionist tripped and fell while walking last night, and hurt her butt."

"Can a fall really cause this much damage?"

Shen Qingyue was clearly not convinced, but seeing that Cai Yanyan didn't want to say more, she didn't press the matter further.

She opened the takeout box; inside was a Chinese restaurant that the two of them often ordered.

"Just eat whatever you like, I don't know what you want to eat."

The two women sat on the carpet beside the coffee table and began to eat dinner.

Cai Yanyan shook her head, picked up a piece of salmon sashimi, dipped it in soy sauce, and suddenly sighed, "If Chen Mo were here right now, we wouldn't have to eat takeout. It would be so much better if we let him cook. He's such a good cook."

'

Shen Qingyue paused for a moment as she picked up the sushi.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

"Are you still in contact with him?"

Shen Qingyue put down her chopsticks, her tone casual, but her eyes were fixed on Cai Yanyan.

Cai Yanyan looked up, met her gaze, and replied with a smile, "Yes, but I'm not like you, who cares about so many things. Once I leave the company, I don't keep in touch."

This statement was blunt, even somewhat provocative.

Shen Qingyue pursed her lips and remained silent.

Is it because I didn't contact him?

He was the one who initiated the conversation about not wanting to contact each other anymore!

"Qingyue, you have no idea."

Cai Yanyan said casually, "The more I interact with Chen Mo, the more I discover how outstanding he is."

"Um."

Shen Qingyue lowered her eyelashes, stared at the rice in her bowl, and agreed, "He was already quite outstanding."

He spoke softly, as if he were talking to himself.

But after hesitating for a moment, she still asked, "By the way, what is he doing now? Has he found a new job?"

Cai Yanyan raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smile spreading across her face: "Darling, are you asking me about him?"

"no."

Shen Qingyue immediately denied it, but her ears turned slightly red as she said, "I was just asking casually, after all—he resigned because of me, and I don't know if he's found a job yet."

"Then you don't need to worry about him."

Cai Yanyan waved her hand and said in a relaxed tone, "This guy has many ways to make money, he doesn't need to work at all."

With nothing else to do, he's even started writing an online novel called "The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World".

Shen Qingyue looked up, puzzled, and asked, "Web novels?"

"yes."

While eating, Cai Yanyan said, "And guess what? His first time writing, he broke the website's record."

I estimate his monthly royalties alone are two to three hundred thousand yuan.

Shen Qingyue was stunned.

She considered that after Chen Mo left his job, he might go to another company, start his own business, or perhaps go into the antique business, which he was good at.

But she never imagined that he would write online novels.

And it was written so successfully?

"You wouldn't believe it, would you? He can also write novels."

Seeing Shen Qingyue's surprised expression, Cai Yanyan smiled and said, "I found out by accident."

Shen Qingyue silently memorized the book title.

The two chatted idly, and after finishing their meal, when Shen Qingyue was applying medicine to Cai Yanyan's buttocks, she couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the still-healing sore bottom and said, "This doesn't look like you fell; it looks like you were beaten up."

Though said unintentionally, Cai Yanyan took it to heart and said somewhat guiltily, "How could that be? Who would dare spank me?"

After applying the medicine, Shen Qingyue went to wash her hands and when she came back, she found a set of clothes in a bag on a table, which seemed to be men's clothes.

When she returned, she asked with some confusion, "I saw a set of men's clothes on your desk."

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Cai Yanyan lied and said, "Last time my dad came to my house, he accidentally got his change of clothes dirty. I washed them dry for him and am planning to return them to him sometime."

"No, given your uncle's status—"

Shen Qingyue asked, puzzled, "Shouldn't we have thrown it away? Why do you still want it? Your family isn't short of money."

"Perhaps this outfit has special meaning for him."

Cai Yanyan replied perfunctorily, "You know, as people get older, they sometimes become nostalgic."

"————" Shen Qingyue.

The next day.

Shen Qingyue sat in her office, finished her work, and glanced at the time.

3:30 p.m.

She hesitated for a few seconds, then took out her phone, opened the app store, and searched for the reading app that Cai Yanyan had mentioned.

Download, install, and register an account.

She paused for a long time when choosing a name.

Finally, she typed in three words: "pure heart and few desires".

The main point is that this is clearly in line with her current state and the persona she has created for herself.

Cool, rational, and not swayed by emotions.

She searched for "The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World" and found the book.

The cover features a traditional Chinese ink painting depicting a monk in blue robes standing atop a mountain peak, with misty clouds surrounding the celestial pavilions and towers.

The introduction is concise yet very appealing.

"The rise and fall of families, the struggle for supremacy among cultivators—on this path that defies the heavens, how can a scion of a declining family lead his clan onto the path of cultivation and reach the pinnacle?"

Shen Qingyue clicked "Start Reading".

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three —

She read very slowly.

It's not because I can't understand it.

The writing is fluent and the plot is very engaging.

She just wasn't really interested in that kind of novel.

Those cultivation realms, techniques, magical treasures, and sect rivalries were all too unfamiliar to her.

But she still insisted on reading ten chapters.

Because she wanted to see Chen Mo's shadow in these words.

She wanted to see what kind of world was hidden inside that usually taciturn man.

After reading Chapter Ten, Shen Qingyue put down her phone.

She rubbed her temples, looking somewhat tired.

The novel itself is well-written, but she is not her target audience.

However, as a friend, or rather, as his former boss, and as the person who indirectly caused his resignation, she felt...

We should support Chen Mo's career.

So she clicked on the tipping page.

I tipped 10,000 yuan.

For her, 10,000 yuan is nothing, but for an ordinary reader, this reward is already considered very generous.

Payment successful.

A banner with dazzling special effects popped up on the novel website's screen.

Shen Qingyue looked at the banner, a slight smile playing on her lips.

She clicked on Chen Mo's reader fan value ranking to see if she was ranked first.

Then, she froze.

On the leaderboard, her ID "清心寡欲" only ranked fifth.

There were four IDs ahead of her in line.

The fourth place winner donated 15000 yuan, the third place winner donated 20000 yuan, and the second place winner donated 30000 yuan.

The ID that was ranked first made Shen Qingyue pause in surprise.

"The most beautiful man picking his toes".

This online name—she knew it all too well.

She was so familiar with the face that she could almost immediately picture a certain woman's face.

That face that always wore a mischievous smile, spoke bluntly and boldly, and acted in an unconventional manner.

Cai Yanyan.

This ID was her QQ name back when she was in school.

Shen Qingyue's heart suddenly started racing.

She clicked on the homepage of "The Most Beautiful Foot-Scratching Man" and saw his donation history. It wasn't just one donation, but multiple donations.

The most recent one was yesterday, when I tipped 1000000 reading coins, which is equivalent to 10 RMB.

The total amount of tips has exceeded 20.

Cai Yanyan gave Chen Mo more than 20 yuan in tips?

Shen Qingyue tightened her grip on her phone.

A strange emotion welled up inside me.

Was it surprise? Confusion? Or—some indescribable bitterness?

Her relationship with Chen Mo is probably better than Cai Yanyan's, right?

She was Chen Mo's former boss, his senior and junior, and also his friend.

Although Wang Zhe's sudden arrival created a rift between them, at least—at least she was once one of his closest people in the company.

And what about Tsai Yen-yan? She's just my best friend, someone I got to know and interact with because of me.

But now, Cai Yanyan has donated more than 20 yuan to support Chen Mo.

As for myself? I only tipped 1.

Shen Qingyue bit her lower lip.

She stared at the ID of "Most Beautiful Foot-Scratching Man" on the leaderboard for a long time, then clicked on the donation page again.

This time, instead of choosing the preset amount, I manually entered a number.

Thirty million reading coins, equivalent to three hundred thousand yuan.

She confirmed the payment.

Instantly, I had 3 million reading coins in my account.

Then she sent out three Golden Cute Treasure Chests in a row.

Then, an even more dazzling special effect popped up on the screen, with golden text flashing across the entire screen.

After giving the reward, Shen Qingyue refreshed the leaderboard.

Currently, "Pure and Frugal" tops the list with a total donation of 31 yuan, while "The Most Beautiful Foot-Scooping Man" has dropped to second place.

Looking at her number one spot on the leaderboard, Shen Qingyue finally showed her first genuine smile of the day.

She told herself that this was compensation for Chen Mo's departure.

Although she knew that Chen Mo might not need this kind of compensation at all.

Although she knew that doing so was somewhat childish and impulsive.

But she did it anyway.

Only in this way could the inexplicable emotions in her heart be calmed down a little.

At the same time, at Chen Mo's home.

He was sitting in front of his computer typing.

The popularity of "The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World" after its release exceeded his expectations. Although he still has a lot of drafts, he still wants to write more in case he needs to.

As I was writing, my phone suddenly started vibrating continuously.

Chen Mo frowned, picked up his phone and glanced at it; it was a background notification from the reading app.

First item: "Reader 'Pure Heart and Desire' has donated 10000 reading coins!"

Chen Mo raised an eyebrow.

Ten thousand yuan is not a small amount.

"It must be some rich reader who likes this book."

As he was thinking this, preparing to continue typing, his phone vibrated again.

Second notice, third notice, fourth notice.

The reader, "Pure and Delicate," generously donated three Gold Alliance members in one go, totaling 30000000 reading coins!

"!!!"

Chen Mo was stunned.

He stared at the screen for several seconds before confirming that he hadn't misread it.

Three hundred thousand?

Three hundred thousand RMB?

He quickly opened the app, went to the page for "The Immortal Clan in the Mortal World," and checked the reader rankings.

As expected, "Qingxin Guayu" topped the list with a total reward of 31, pushing the original number one "Most Beautiful Foot-Scratching Man" to second place.

"Holy crap—"

Chen Mo couldn't help but swear: "Are there really that many nouveau riche these days?"

Three hundred thousand is not an astronomical figure for him now. With royalties and stock gains, his assets have exceeded 150 million.

But for a new author to receive a single donation of 300,000 yuan is nothing short of a miracle.

Am I now the number one online novelist?

Curious, he clicked on the reader's homepage of "Pure Heart and Few Desires" to see who this reader was.

But the homepage is empty, with no updates, no books followed, and even the profile picture is the system default.

I guess it's another case of new wealthy readers brought in by the traffic generated after the brand broke out of its niche.

In the evening, Lin Wei drove her BMW 5 Series home after get off work.

When she got home, she found that Chen Mo had come quietly again and was busy in the kitchen.

"You're back?"

Chen Mo poked his head out, smiled at her, and said, "Wash your hands, dinner will be ready soon."

"oh."

Lin Wei put down her bag, walked into the kitchen, hugged Chen Mo from behind, and asked with a smile, "What delicious food are you making today?"

"Your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, and steamed sea bass."

While stirring the food, Chen Mo said, "By the way, how was your work today?"

"fine."

Lin Wei pressed her face against Chen Mo's back and said, "I'm just a little sleepy. I didn't sleep well last night."

"What's wrong? Insomnia?"

"Hmm—I guess so."

Lin Wei recounted how she had stayed up all night reading novels.

"Forehead."

Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh and said, "You can watch that whenever you want, why stay up all night to watch it?"

"I couldn't help it."

Lin Wei praised, "You write so well, and your writing style is excellent. If there's ever a chance to make it into a TV series, I reckon the ratings will explode."

"Then I'll let you have a cameo role as the female lead."

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then continued stirring, saying, "Also, I have some good news for you. A reader donated 300,000 yuan today."

"Three hundred thousand?!"

Lin Wei exclaimed in surprise, "Really?"

"real."

Chen Mo turned off the stove, served the sweet and sour pork ribs, and laughed, "I was also startled. That reader's ID was 'Pure Heart and Few Desires,' and it was a newly registered account."

Lin Wei released Chen Mo, walked to his side, and tentatively asked, "Could it be—someone you know?"

"It shouldn't be."

Chen Mo shook his head: "The only people who know I write books are you and another friend."

As the two sat down to eat, Lin Wei suddenly asked, "Chen Mo, you're becoming more and more outstanding. Do you ever feel that I'm useless and can't keep up with you?"

"It's always women who look down on men."

Chen Mo laughed and said, "What man would dislike a woman, especially such a beautiful woman as you?"

"Before we were together, I felt confident that I could become a better person and make you fall in love with me."

Lin Wei said, "But now, I'm a little insecure."

"I've fallen for you now too."

Chen Mo said meaningfully, "Don't worry, as long as you don't leave me on your own, I won't abandon you."

"Um."

Lin Wei responded, then added, "Um, when you write intimate scenes between the male and female leads in your novels in the future, could you please not include our intimate moments?"

"(○o)——"

Chen Mo paused for a moment, then laughed and said, "What are you thinking? We're not allowed to write about those kinds of scenes; at most, we'll just mention them briefly."

"what?"

Lin Wei asked doubtfully, "Then all those novels they showed me when I was in college—"

As if realizing what she had said, she immediately shut her mouth.

It's a pity it's too late.

"Ms. Lin, I really didn't realize that."

Chen Mo leaned closer and teased, "So you used to watch 'Little Imperial Uncle' when you were in school?"

"Who saw it?"

Lin Wei blushed and retorted angrily, "They forced me to read it, and I—I didn't read it much. It was written so—I'm too embarrassed to say it out loud."

"You didn't see it, but you know what it says."

Chen Mo deliberately laughed and said, "When we go to the bedroom later, you can tell me in detail what's written on it. I want to learn from your experience."

"————" Lin Wei.