Just because I wrote "Zhu Xian," the school beauty sent me razor blades.

The immense popularity of "Chinese Paladin 3" not only broke national television viewership records but also made the name "Lin Yuan" a hot topic of social discussion. However, along with the overwhelming popularity and reputation, some veteran figures in the film and television industry and traditional literary circles, as well as self-proclaimed high-minded critics, couldn't sit still.

In the columns of several authoritative cultural newspapers, a number of so-called "senior scholars" have successively appeared, spouting outrageous remarks:

"Lin Yuan is nothing more than someone who has grasped the emotional code of contemporary young people; in essence, he is just a shrewd opportunist."

"The entire drama relies on forcibly killing off characters and deliberately creating heart-wrenching tragedies to gain sympathy, lacking any foundation in orthodox literature! This kind of plot, propped up by melodrama and violence, cannot stand the test of time. Ask him to write a truly elegant, sophisticated, logically consistent romantic work that doesn't rely on tragedy to succeed—he simply cannot!"

The controversy online was raging, and Tianxing Entertainment's public relations department had even prepared several rebuttal statements. However, Lin Yuan himself acted as if nothing had happened, simply turning off his phone and locking himself in his sun-drenched study at home.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting dappled golden light on the solid wood desk.

Gu Zhiwan carried a plate of freshly sliced ​​cantaloupe and crouched low as she tiptoed into the study.

Like a kitten patrolling its territory, she cautiously craned her neck towards the computer screen, her eyes full of vigilance: "Director Lin, what new plot twist have you been churning out all this time? Let me tell you, the 'commitment letter' my mom signed is still in your car! If you dare to secretly kill off the female lead, you'll be sleeping in Ma Tuan's cat bed tonight!"

"Am I the kind of person who doesn't keep his word?" Lin Yuan didn't even look up, his ten fingers flying across the keyboard, leaving afterimages in their wake, speaking casually and confidently, "Besides, Ma Tuan's cat house is too small, it can't fit me."

"Then I'll see what you've written..."

Gu Zhiwan leaned closer to the screen and whispered the text she had just typed:

"It is a universally acknowledged truth that every wealthy bachelor desires a wife..."

After reciting this famous quote, Gu Zhiwan suddenly froze.

She blinked and rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things.

This writing style, this ironic humor with its understated elegance, is completely different from the murderer who wrote "Mao Mao cuts off his flesh" and "Long Kui marties herself to the sword" a few days ago!

As Lin Yuan's fingertip slid across the document, an extremely rich and vivid storyline unfolded—

At the ball at Netherfield Park, Mr. Darcy, a man of noble bearing but cold and aloof, coldly remarked to Elizabeth in front of everyone: "She is not pretty enough to win my heart." The clever, quick-witted, and highly self-respecting Elizabeth responded with a disdainful sneer, thus sowing the seeds of prejudice.

As the plot unfolds, at Rosings Plantation, the once arrogant Mr. Darcy finally succumbs to temptation. He proposes to Elizabeth with fervent pride, yet his words still betray his own noble birth and disdain for Elizabeth's family status, only to be met with a merciless and scathing rebuke from her.

Faced with Darcy's arrogance, Elizabeth uttered the famous, resounding cry: "Even if every man in the world died, I would never marry you!"

However, the plot twist was chilling.

After a series of misunderstandings, Darcy silently put aside his arrogance. When Elizabeth's sister Lydia eloped with Wickham, facing the imminent ruin of the entire family's reputation, it was Mr. Darcy who secretly worked tirelessly, using a huge sum of money to pay off Wickham's gambling debts, buy him a military rank, and even going against his own principles to facilitate the marriage, all to protect Elizabeth and her family's reputation. And all of this, he never once asked Elizabeth for credit.

Moreover, when Darcy's haughty aunt, Lady Catherine, personally came to Elizabeth's door and, in an extremely arrogant and domineering manner, demanded that she swear never to marry Darcy, Elizabeth displayed astonishing pride and wisdom.

Faced with Lady Catherine's sharp rebuke, "How can you, a lowly girl, be worthy of my noble nephew?" Elizabeth retorted with a cold laugh, neither humble nor arrogant: "Madam, your nephew is a gentleman, and I am a gentleman's daughter. In this respect, we are completely equal! I only pursue my own happiness, and your wishes have no binding force on me!"

This direct confrontation with the oppressive power of the elite perfectly showcased Elizabeth's independent, courageous, and dignified spirit!

Until the very end of the story, a gentle breeze swept through the morning mist at Pemberley Estate.

Under the rosy dawn, Mr. Darcy walked slowly through the morning dew, his eyes devoid of any haughty arrogance, only filled with a deep and restrained affection.

He stopped in front of Elizabeth, his voice low and trembling as he revealed his long-suppressed feelings: "My feelings haven't changed. But with just one word from you, I will never mention this again... However, if your feelings for me have changed, I must tell you, you have captivated my soul and body. I love you, I love you, I love you. From this day forward, I never want to be apart from you again."

Elizabeth looked at the man who had silently given everything for her and put aside all his pride. Her eyes reddened, and all her prejudices vanished in the face of his sincerity and deep affection. The two embraced tightly in the morning light.

Gu Zhiwan stood by the table, completely dumbfounded.

From initially just "looking around," he later grabbed Lin Yuan's shoulders and shook him wildly, even forgetting to swallow the cantaloupe in his mouth.

"Holy crap! Lin Yuan! Did you get completely reprogrammed by a 19th-century Western literary master?!" Gu Zhiwan exclaimed in shock, her eyes shining like starlight. "This kind of intensely romantic, suspenseful British classic novel was actually written by you, a master of sharp wit! The scene where Darcy gets scolded during his proposal was so satisfying! The part where Lady Catherine is chased away is even more exhilarating! And everything Darcy does behind the scenes is so sweet it's almost sickening!"

"This is called classical romance." Lin Yuan stopped what he was doing, turned around, leaned back in his chair, and looked at her. "Didn't you and your mother forbid me from writing tragic dramas? The whole thing is about falling in love, resolving misunderstandings, and getting slapped in the face—it's extremely satisfying. Is this 'Pride and Prejudice' sweet enough?"

"Enough! That's more than enough!" Gu Zhiwan nodded vigorously, then stared at him suspiciously. "How do you plan to publish it? Serialize it in a domestic magazine?"

"Domestic? No." Lin Yuan's lips curled into a playful smile. "Don't some Western critics and senior figures in China say that Eastern directors don't understand classical literature and can only write fast-food dramas? Then let's publish it in both Chinese and English, simultaneously worldwide."