Lin Zhaojiang felt a strong urge to try it.
He really wanted to know what Song Wan had written about him.
He remembered that Song Wan used to be quiet and didn't go out shopping like other girls. She preferred to stay at home and do her writing and drawing.
His figure is in every poem he wrote, and his image is in every painting he created.
However, he did not cherish these things at that time.
Perhaps when someone is pampered for too long, they no longer find it rare and take another person's sincere efforts for granted.
"Hmm..." Lin Zhaojiang coughed twice, feigning nonchalance, "Your letter of intent is quite well written. As for the size of your company, it could actually be expanded further, and additional investment wouldn't be out of the question..."
Xiao Liran chuckled to herself and turned the computer screen around.
The screen displayed the manuscript that Song Wan had submitted.
"Yicheng Jiangwan?" Lin Zhaojiang was slightly taken aback.
“Yes,” Xiao Liran nodded, “it’s her pen name, and your name is combined with hers! How about that, aren’t you overjoyed?”
Lin Zhaojiang remained outwardly calm.
But just as Xiao Liran said, he was not just overjoyed, he was absolutely ecstatic.
He read the novel intently, rereading each line and savoring each sentence. He sensed Song Wan's attachment to him between the lines, but the more attached she was, the more afraid he became.
He read for a long time, and after finishing, he silently got up and stood by the window.
"My writing isn't very mature," Xiao Liran admitted, "but it's sincere in its emotions."
"Does this kind of article meet your publishing requirements here?"
“Literary works should be diversified!” Xiao Liran shrugged. “Her writing seems warm and comforting, and she should gain a group of loyal readers.”
“If…” Lin Zhaojiang turned around, “I mean if, the book doesn’t sell well, I’ll take full responsibility for the losses. Just one thing, don’t let her know.”
"You underestimate her!" Xiao Liran smiled. "She might not sell badly; she might just be a rising star in the literary world!"
"By the way," she noticed his preoccupation and asked softly, "what are your plans regarding the two of you?"
Lin Zhaojiang paused, but did not answer.
“I don’t know if this is the right thing to say,” she advised, “You have to understand, honesty is much better than hiding it. Rather than letting her find out about your past with her from someone else, why don’t you tell her yourself? What do you think?”
"She... doesn't remember anymore."
“Yes, she has lost her memory, but what if her memory comes back one day? What will you do?” Xiao Liran sighed softly. “People should face their past, and you have no right to deprive her of the right to know about her past. You two should both resolve this issue.”
“Yes, you’re right,” Lin Zhaojiang said in a low voice. “But let’s stabilize things first. I’ll tell her later… when I have the chance.”
"When you say 'stable,' do you mean marriage?" Xiao Liran shook her head. "President Lin, how can you still be as naive as before? Zhonglin Group doesn't belong to you alone, and your marriage isn't up to you. Otherwise, why would we have gotten married back then!"
Lin Zhaojiang looked at her.
They were indeed people trapped by family interests. Now that Xiao Liran has taken this step to break free from the constraints of her family, the price she has to pay is obvious.
Every step she took was extremely difficult.
Lin Zhaojiang slowly walked out of the office.
He couldn't help but smile when he saw Song Wan and her assistant Rachel chatting happily in the conference room.
No matter what happens in the future, he will make her smile like this, and make her forget all her pain.
*
It was late at night, and Song Wan was still revising her manuscript. Lin Zhaojiang had the hotel staff bring up some late-night snacks and then invited her to eat with him.
Song Wan sat down at the table and smiled gently, "Why are you still here?"
Lin Zhaojiang has been living here almost all this time.
However, he didn't go into the bedroom; he just slept on the sofa in the living room. But since it was a hotel suite, it couldn't possibly be as comfortable as home.
Lin Zhaojiang smiled and sighed dramatically, "I don't deserve to sleep in a bed, so I'll just have to make do on the sofa."
"I mean, why don't you go home?"
"My home?" The man smiled. "Wherever you are, that's my home."
Song Wan blushed, her heart filled with a warm sense of happiness.
Just a few days ago, Lin Zhaojiang took her back to the Lin family home, introduced her to everyone in the family, and held her hand tightly, telling them that Song Wan would be the mistress of the house from now on.
Lin Zhaojiang's parents have passed away, and his uncles and aunts are all quite old and don't comment much on the affairs of the younger generation.
The rest of the family dared not speak out against him, even though they were unhappy that he married a woman with no family background.
Song Wan accepted Lin Zhaojiang's marriage proposal, but she was busy with the publication of her debut novel and didn't have the energy to prepare for the wedding. The two agreed to get married after the book was published.
So Lin Zhaojiang stayed in the hotel suite every day and refused to leave.
"Where are you writing now?" he asked softly.
Song Wan drank her milk and ate a small pastry. She turned to look at him, and Lin Zhaojiang chuckled as he wiped the pastry crumbs from the corner of her lips, his eyes full of doting affection.
“I wrote until…” she thought for a moment, “until I didn’t know how to continue.”
He frowned. "What does this mean?"
“Rachel said that at this point in the story, the male and female protagonists should have a further development in their relationship, and the relationship shouldn’t just stay stagnant, otherwise the whole book would be very difficult to read.”
"Yeah, that's true." Lin Zhaojiang nodded and moved closer to her computer. Her story was heartwarming, but it lacked a bit of passion.
This is a romance novel.
But in all that she wrote, the male and female protagonists only hugged and held hands; they didn't even kiss.
Lin Zhaojiang smiled, gently embraced her, and pointed to a few lines of text on the screen.
"This section is a bit wordy, let's delete it."
"Um?"
"Shouldn't they have further development?"
Song Wan nestled in his arms, blinking her big eyes as she looked at him.
Perhaps because the room was very warm, Lin Zhaojiang felt a little hot. She was wearing a low-cut top, revealing a large expanse of fair skin, and his eyes unconsciously began to follow that skin downwards…
The night was deep, and the woman in my arms was incredibly alluring.
At times like these, it's appropriate to do something...
Lin Zhaojiang's breathing became slightly rapid.
Song Wan suddenly felt a change in his body; her face burned as if she had a fever. She gently pushed him away with her small hands, but he hugged her even tighter.
"Your male and female leads really should have a further development in their relationship..." He whispered in her ear, "And so should we!"
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