"Go, no matter what He Ling is doing, call her over here right now."

He Ling was revising the script at home, and her face didn't look very good.

She signed an agreement with Tianshui Bookstore a few days ago, and her novels will be sold there from now on.

But she didn't expect that when she showed Xie Ping the manuscript of the new storybook, Xie Ping actually criticized her. In his words, he said that her writing was not good and she must revise it.

He Ling has revised it twice, but it was still returned.

This is her third revision.

The more she changed it, the angrier she became.

In the past, when she was working at Fengya Bookstore, Song Wanxian never asked her to revise her work. She just handed in the manuscript and that was it.

Now, the profit sharing is still the same as that of Tianshui Bookstore, but the book needs to be revised. I don’t know how many times it will take for Xie Ping to be satisfied.

She had originally planned to go to Chunmanyuan with her friends to drink wine today.

"Wife, Yuanbao is sick and is yelling for me to accompany him. Can you go to the kitchen to make medicine for Yuanbao?" He Ling's husband shouted cautiously outside the door.

He Ling was already filled with rage, and now she couldn't hide it any more. As if she had found an outlet, she scolded, "Yuanbao is already an adult, and he still needs company. Don't you know I'm busy, writing storybooks, making money? This family depends on me making money, and now you're asking me to stop writing. What? Are you going to support me?"

Don't worry about that bastard. Go make the medicine. If he wants to cry, let him cry. Do you have to pamper him just because he's sick? What will happen to him in the future? Don't bother me.

There was a sudden silence outside the door, followed by the sound of footsteps leaving.

"Daddy, Daddy..." In the next room, He Ling's husband came in and saw the little boy lying on the bed with a red face and blurred consciousness. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and coaxed him softly, "Yuanbao, Daddy is here."

He caught the little boy's waving hand.

-

After venting her anger, He Ling felt much better.

But not long after, there was another knock on the door.

She opened the door with a cold face, and without even raising her head, she said, "I told you not to bother me, but you still came!"

"Wife, the owner of Tianshui Bookstore is looking for you." The husband said lightly and turned to leave.

-

As He Ling stepped into the Tianshui Bookstore, she saw Xie Ping sitting on a chair, her eagle eyes sweeping over her.

"Boss Xie, what do you want me for?" He Ling asked respectfully.

Xie Ping looked her up and down and said slowly, "He Ling, are you hiding something from me?"

He Ling was a little confused, not understanding why Xie Ping suddenly asked: "Boss Xie, what happened?"

Xie Ping snorted, her tone cold: "If I remember correctly, it was you who said Fengya Bookstore didn't have any famous writers before, and you said Fengya Bookstore was about to go bankrupt, right?"

"right."

After He Ling admitted it, Xie Ping threw the books and magazines at her and raised her voice, "Then show me why Fengya Bookstore can publish such books and magazines!"

He Ling, who was hit, didn't look very good, but she didn't get angry.

Instead, pick up books and magazines.

This book is very familiar. It is published by Fengya Bookstore.

He Ling flipped through it, quickly scanned it, and said in confusion, "Boss Xie, what's wrong with this book?"

Xie Ping narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Read the first article carefully."

He Ling turned the page again and saw that it was a story called "The Imperial Merchant's Substitute Husband".

Is there anything special?

After He Ling read it once, her expression changed slightly.