"Let's give a warm round of applause to welcome the renowned writer Ms. Lin Wen to the stage to receive the award."

As the host's enthusiastic words faded, the entire audience erupted in applause, with many people craning their necks to see what the writer Lin, who was about to take the stage, looked like.

Soon, a woman wearing an apricot-colored shirt and white trousers walked onto the stage.

She had short hair, bangs, and wore glasses, giving her the appearance of an intellectual.

Lin Wen was nervous and kept encouraging herself. But when she stood on the stage and faced hundreds of people below, her heart gradually calmed down.

Holding the trophy and certificate for emerging writer of the year, she recounted her personal journey.

The people she thanked were very special: besides her parents and teachers, they were her cousin, Lin Yu.

Some people present knew that her cousin, Lin Yu, was now an official in the Ministry of Finance.

He has made achievements in the economic field.

But people learned even more from Lin Wen's words.

Her award-winning work, "Little Flower," is based on the real-life experiences of Lin Yu, in addition to her own.

Xiao Hua helps villagers find a way to get rich in the countryside and leads them towards prosperity. Her inspiration comes from the food factory that Lin Yu once founded.

Lin Wen said gratefully, "If it weren't for her, I wouldn't be where I am today. Perhaps I wouldn't have continued my studies, would have married early, and would have never been able to escape my own destiny."

Applause erupted from the audience as she stepped off the stage.

Some people may think that her acceptance speech was exaggerated.

Only she knows that without Lin Yu, her life would not be what it is today.

Back in her room, she immediately used the hotel phone to call Lin Yu and tell her the good news.

Lin Yu was very happy for her and said, "That's because you have talent and work hard. It has little to do with me. You need to have confidence in yourself."

Lin Wen smiled and agreed, but she would always be grateful to her sister.

Upon returning to Beicheng, Lin Wen discovered that he had gained many followers.

They would write to the publishing house where she worked, so many letters that the mailroom began to complain about her.

They would camp out at the publishing house just to see her in person and get up close and personal with her.

Lin Wen is introverted and not good at handling such relationships, so he only feels troubled.

Once again, when her colleagues at the publishing house complained about her, she quietly submitted her resignation.

Lin Wen's work at the publishing house thus came to an end.

Her main source of income was royalties and copyright fees from writing books. After leaving the publishing house, she had no plans to go out to work again.

At Lin Yu's suggestion, she used her prize money to buy a house.

Lin Wen carried his things out of the publishing house, planning his move to a new home.

Suddenly a shadow flashed past her, and a person lunged at her.

The man was unshaven, disheveled, and had a fanatical expression. He grabbed her and shouted, "Lin Wen, Lin Wen, I love you, I love you..."

Lin Wen trembled all over. She thought she should shout for help, but why couldn't she make a sound?

She could only forcefully pull her clothes out of his hands and turn to run away.

However, due to the disparity in strength between men and women, she was unable to break free, and her glasses fell to the ground during the struggle.

It was already night, and there were very few pedestrians on the road. Lin Wen was terrified.

Her vision was blurry, and the man pulled her harder and harder.

She wasn't very strong, and the other person quickly pulled her away.

Lin Wen was almost in despair. He closed his eyes and tears streamed down his face.

Suddenly a gust of wind came, and the person in front was knocked down with a punch.

Lin Wen couldn't see clearly, but she felt that disgusting hand leave.

The world before her eyes was blurry; she could only vaguely see a military green shadow in front of her, punching the person hard.

The man was clearly no match for his opponent and began wailing and begging for mercy: "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, I won't do it again, I'll never do it again."

Hearing the noise, passersby gathered around and tried to persuade the figure in military green: "Young man, let it go, don't kill him, it's not worth it."

“I know this guy. He’s not quite right in the head. You’d better not hit him, or you’ll get extorted.”

Lin Wen guessed what had happened. Afraid of causing trouble for others, she squatted down and reached out to tug at the man's trouser leg.

"Comrade, let it go, don't kill him."

The man's voice was calm and somewhat familiar: "Okay, I understand."

Upon hearing that he had been let go, the man on the ground scrambled to his feet and ran away without daring to look back.

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Lin Wen was helped up by the kind person: "Lin Wen, are you alright? Are you okay?"

Lin Wen tilted his head, squinting so he couldn't see clearly: "You know me?"

The man's voice carried a hint of amusement: "Yes, I'm Qiao Feng. Can't you see me?"

Lin Wen said embarrassedly, "Oh, it's Brother Qiao. Thank you for saving me. Could you help me find my glasses?"

Qiao Feng helped her to a rock on the side of the street and pressed her down to sit: "Sit down, I'll go find your glasses."

Lin Wen smiled shyly, tilted his head back and said, "Okay, I'll wait for you here."

She had an indescribably adorable appearance.

Qiao Feng rubbed his hands together, wanting to pat her head.

Without further ado, he reached out and patted her head with his large hand, saying, "Good girl."

He turned to look for his glasses. Lin Wen lowered his head, his heart pounding, and his face flushed.

She reached out and patted the top of her head, then wondered, "It feels different."

She felt a strange sensation and unconsciously licked her lips.

Little did they know that Qiao Feng, who had turned around, had witnessed this scene.

As if it were contagious, he licked his lips, walked over, grabbed Lin Wen's hand, and placed his glasses in her palm.

Lin Wen's heart pounded even harder. She gripped her glasses tightly and whispered, "Thank you."

After only a short while, Qiao Feng's voice became low and hoarse: "It's okay, let's see if it's broken?"

Lin Wen hummed in response, a sound as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but it reached Qiao Feng's ears perfectly.

She put on her glasses, and everything in front of her instantly became clear.

First I saw the military uniform in front of me, then I looked up and saw that face.

She saw Qiao Feng clearly, as if it were the first time she had seen him, his bright eyes, thick eyebrows, and thin lips.

Qiao Feng has keen senses and can naturally feel the girl's gaze lingering on his face.

His breathing became erratic, afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it if she kept looking at him.

So he took the initiative, bent down, and faced her: "Do you see clearly now? Who am I?"

Lin Wen was startled by his sudden movement and leaned back slightly.

Looking at the person in front of him, he called out, "Brother Qiao, thank you."

Qiao Feng straightened up, and the strong masculine aura disappeared. Lin Wen breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

He turned to look at the sky, as if catching his breath, then turned back to her and said, "Let's go, I'll take you home."