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The next morning, the production crew packed up their equipment and broke camp.

Lin Yan, carrying the "Honorary Promotion Ambassador" certificate personally awarded by the Director of the Culture and Tourism Bureau, boarded the first-class cabin with Shen Qingqiu bound for Xinghai City.

Three hours later, the two returned to their villa in Xinghai City.

Upon entering, Lin Yan immediately tossed the enormous flight case into the living room.

Without even changing his clothes, he plunged into his luxurious bed on the first floor.

"Don't wake me for the next three days," Lin Yan mumbled from under the covers. "Even if the sky falls, wait until I'm awake before you put it on."

Although he tried his best to salt fish while filming on the island, there were still dozens of cameras watching him.

For a salted fish, mental relaxation is far less tangible than physical relaxation.

Shen Qingqiu stood at the bedroom door, looking at Lin Yan wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon on the bed, and shook his head with amusement.

She turned and went upstairs to her own space.

After changing into a loungewear nightgown, Shen Qingqiu nestled on the sofa and took out her tablet to work on documents for her studio.

Because of Chen Yu's last-minute defection and Zhao Yifan's disgraceful behavior during the live stream, Xingyao Entertainment has now become a top joke in the industry, and has thoroughly experienced the taste of "reverse popularity".

It is said that General Manager Zhao was so anxious that he had to go to the hospital for an IV drip.

Shen Qingqiu's lips curled slightly.

The resentment that had been building up in my heart for the past three years has finally been released.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

For the past three days, Lin Yan spent the rest of the time glued to the bed, except when he got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom or rummaged through the refrigerator for water.

It's exactly like a salted fish that refuses to be flipped over.

On the morning of the fourth day, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the first-floor living room.

Shen Qingqiu stood in front of the kitchen counter, staring intently at the cooking tutorial on the tablet, as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Two eggs, beaten...add a pinch of salt."

She picked up two eggs, hesitated for two seconds, and then squeezed them hard.

Click!

The yolk mixed with bits of eggshell spilled unsurprisingly all over the cutting board.

Shen Qingqiu pulled out a piece of kitchen paper to wipe the eggs clean, then picked up the two eggs again and carefully tapped them on the edge of the bowl this time.

Successfully placed in the bowl.

She picked up her chopsticks and stirred frantically, then glanced at the frying pan.

"Heat the pan, then add cold oil; heat the oil to about 70%..."

She turned on the gas and poured in a large amount of olive oil.

Because the pan wasn't dried properly, the oil started to splatter and explode as soon as it got hot.

Startled, Shen Qingqiu took a half step back, raised the pot lid as a shield, and braced himself to pour all the egg mixture in.

boom!

Even with the range hood off, a strong burnt smell accompanied by black smoke instantly engulfed the entire kitchen.

The piercing smoke alarm immediately started beeping.

Inside the bedroom on the first floor.

Lin Yan was sleeping soundly, dreaming that he had bought a private island and was fishing for seafood with a fishing rod.

The piercing alarm yanked him out of his sweet dream.

"Is it on fire?"

Lin Yan suddenly opened his eyes, wearing only shorts and shirtless, and rushed out.

I almost got kicked out by the smell of burning food as soon as I opened the door.

Thick smoke billowed from the kitchen, and Shen Qingqiu was frantically searching for the light switch, coughing from the smoke.

The once aloof and ethereal diva now wore a pink apron, her hair disheveled, looking as miserable as a refugee.

Lin Yan rushed over, pushed open the window, and turned on the highest setting of the range hood.

The thick smoke then slowly dissipated.

Lin Yan looked down at the indescribable, charcoal-like object in the frying pan.

"Boss, are you refining pills, or are you planning to send the person and the villa away together?" Lin Yan asked with a helpless tone.

Shen Qingqiu put down the spatula and turned her head away somewhat guiltily: "I...I just wanted to make breakfast."

Lin Yan looked her up and down.

A female CEO worth over 100 million, a high-class diva who usually only drinks dew, actually came to the kitchen to suffer this ordeal today.

"Can't I just order takeout if I'm hungry?" Lin Yan sighed.

Shen Qingqiu bit her lip and muttered softly, "You slept for three days straight. On the island, you were rescuing people and cooking... I just wanted to treat you."

Lin Yan was stunned.

His gaze swept over the two red spots on Shen Qingqiu's fair hand splattered with hot oil, and his heart softened for no reason.

"Alright, go outside and sit down to wait."

Lin Yan casually untied the apron from her waist and tied it around his own body, skillfully poured the "charcoal" into the trash can, and took the pot to the sink to wash it.

"From now on, leave these high-risk tasks to me, the working stiff," Lin Yan said without turning around as she washed the pot. "What else is in the fridge?"

"There are only tomatoes and noodles..." Shen Qingqiu obediently stepped aside.

That's enough.

Ten minutes later.

Two steaming bowls of tomato and egg noodles were served on the table.

The broth is reddish-brown, the eggs are golden yellow, and it's topped with bright green scallions.

Shen Qingqiu swallowed hard, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite.

The sweet and sour flavor bursts on her tongue instantly; it's definitely the best tomato noodles she's ever eaten in her life.

Lin Yan slurped down most of the bowl, put down his chopsticks, and let out a burp.

"Let's get down to business." Lin Yan pulled out a tissue to wipe his mouth. "What are the work arrangements for the upcoming tasks?"

Shen Qingqiu handed over a document: "Old Li from the Music Association called three times yesterday. The national team's 'Rise of Chinese Pop' project will hold a preparatory meeting next month, and he specifically asked you to attend."

Lin Yan waved her hand decisively: "I'm not going. Meetings are the worst. All those rules and regulations. Going there would just make me look like a pushover."

Shen Qingqiu had long since figured out his temperament and wasn't annoyed at all: "Old Li said he won't force you to work regular hours. You just need to be listed as a guest and submit a few pieces."

She paused for a moment, then unleashed her trump card.

"Moreover, Mr. Li has given special permission; as long as you agree, he will personally handle all copyright and legal disputes for you. As for Xingyao Entertainment, as long as Mr. Li gives the word, President Zhao won't dare to utter a single word."

Lin Yan's eyes lit up instantly.

Although Xingyao Entertainment is currently barely surviving, the unscrupulous tactics of capital are ultimately impossible to guard against.

With the national team backing it up, this is practically a get-out-of-jail-free card!

"Deal." Lin Yan agreed without hesitation.

After dinner, Shen Qingqiu went to his studio to handle official business.

Lin Yan returned to his bedroom, turned on his computer, and logged into the author backend of Qihang Chinese Network.

He was shocked as soon as he went in.

The data from "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" can no longer be described as explosive; it's practically a nuclear fission!

Although he slept for the past three days, the pre-written drafts he released on schedule had just reached the climax of "Seven Star Suspicious Coffin" and "Blood Corpse" emerging.

The number of favorites has now surpassed 500,000! The number of recommendation votes has exceeded three million!

The donation section went completely crazy, with long queues of Silver-level alliance members, and even three Gold-level alliance members donating 100,000 yuan each!

The comment section was completely overwhelmed, with over 100,000 messages.

[To the great tomb raider! Please update more frequently! I'll do anything for you!]

How do you get rid of the blood corpse? That black gold ancient sword of the Silent One is so cool it made me bleed!

[The feng shui knowledge in this book is all genuine! The author definitely studied it in the lower realms!]

Lin Yan nodded in satisfaction as he watched the frantically scrolling messages urging him to update.

The online literature world is still in its infancy. The arrival of a hardcore masterpiece like "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles" is simply leaving no room for its peers to survive.

However, among countless comments, one highly upvoted comment caught his eye.

Earning royalties is a minor matter; the key is to break through traditional channels, expand the influence of the IP, and pave the way for future film and television adaptations.

But he would never go and sign the contract himself.

Once his identity is exposed, the "tomb raider" will be the same as the "popular singer Lin Yan," a stark contrast that might cause trouble for Starry Entertainment.

We must find someone absolutely reliable, tight-lipped, and with a powerful background to handle this.

A figure instantly flashed into Lin Yan's mind.

He picked up his phone and dialed Mr. Li's number directly.

It's not impossible, it's just small change, but the premise is that you can't expose yourself.

We must find someone absolutely reliable, tight-lipped, and with a powerful background to handle this.

A figure instantly flashed into Lin Yan's mind.

He picked up his phone and dialed Mr. Li's number directly.