After viewing her future father-in-law's book, Chu Li closed her reading notes with satisfaction... At this time, Zhu Chuan was still reading, so Chu Li pushed the swivel chair with her legs, slid to his stool, leaned close to the man's ear, and whispered "Hello" in a long and low voice.

The hot breath sprayed on the man's ears. The latter rubbed his ears and raised his head. At a glance, he saw the person with his head on his shoulder searching for hotels on his mobile phone... Zhu Chuan thought for a moment: "Why, you want to take me to get a room?"

"..." The head on the man's shoulder moved, "Why don't I book a hotel and go to the bottom of the Sleeping Bridge in City C?"

Zhuochuan put down the book and said, "Are you not living in my house?"

Chu Li's eyes widened: "Why is he living in your house?"

Zhuochuan thought for a moment and said, "I have a lot of guest rooms. If you don't want to sleep in one of them, you can squeeze in with me..."

There was something wrong with this, and Chu Li's head was shaking like a drum: "How can a girl squeeze into her boyfriend's house when she goes to his house for the first time? This is not possible, this is not possible..."

Halfway through her words, she suddenly realized that Chu Li was staring at her face. He looked very happy, but she didn't know what he was looking at. Chu Li was confused and he reached out and poked her: "Say it again."

"?"

"What am I to you? Say it again."

Chu Li put on a "Mad idiot" face and said: "Boyfriend."

Zhuo Chuan rubbed her head with his big hand, bent down and kissed her on the face, with a rare and obvious smile in his voice: "Well said... The girl who can be my girlfriend can't be a normal girl. Don't bother with them. They just want to sleep with me."

"I can't sleep. I can't sleep."

"I just hold you in my arms while sleeping and do nothing else."

Chu Li twitched his lips and said sarcastically: "I'm just rubbing my lips, I won't go in."

Zhuochuan looked at her deeply and said, "...I really didn't go in."

It's written on my face: I am honest.

Chu Li covered her ears with one hand, refusing to listen to his dirty talk, and pushed his head away with the other hand. Under Zhu Chuan's dissatisfied gaze, she quickly placed a hotel order on her phone... When she walked out of the study and prepared to go to bed, the gaze from behind was still that of an eager and unwilling person who wanted to convince her -

Chu Li returned to her room and closed the door. She washed up and lay on the bed. When she climbed onto the bed while drying her hair, she found that her phone had a push notification for a Weibo update from someone she particularly followed. She was stunned for a moment and thought there was something wrong with her eyes: what was the point of particularly following someone? She only followed Zhu Chuan, and he hadn't posted much on Weibo recently except for the update...

Chu Li raised his head and looked at the clock on the wall: now is clearly not his update time.

I picked up my phone and opened it to check. Zhu Chuan had indeed posted a Weibo ten minutes ago.

【Zhuchuan:

Watch out, girls.

Once a man gets the sweet taste, it's like a wolf tasting blood, there's no going back. 】

Chu Li: "..."

This Weibo post was so directive that people temporarily forgot that Zhachuan was in the midst of a bloody storm. The onlookers jumped up and asked: Was this the time when Mr. Zhachuan first tasted blood?

This question was picked up by Zhuochuan among thousands of comments, and the man replied meaningfully: [The second day when "Luohe Divine Book" was a big hit :)]

Such an answer makes people wonder:

Is the gentle and graceful Gongzichuan talking about what everyone is thinking, or is he basically talking about selling books?

If we force an explanation, this sentence can also be understood as "Once you have a best-selling book, you can't accept the next book being a failure." Otherwise, how can we explain what this has to do with the best-selling "Luohe Divine Book"? ...Well, after all, it's Mr. Chuan, and he always talks in a mysterious way.

After so many days, it was rare for Zhechuan to post a relatively light-hearted message on Weibo, and readers and fans left comments and jokes one after another, livening up the atmosphere.

But on this earth, besides Zhuochuan, there is probably only one person who knows what happened on the second day of the pre-sale of "The Divine Book of Luo River" - to put it simply, there was a small editor who had just achieved the great achievement of the best-selling book of the year, but was wronged by the publishing house, went home and cried to the author, then held his face, took advantage of him, and let him take advantage of him.

Chu Li: "..."

A minute later, when Jiang Yucheng retweeted the message with the concise word "hooligan", he successfully thought of every detail of the improper kiss that day. Chu Li's face turned red, her heartbeat quickened, and she also left a comment under a vest:

[Pornographic poster, reported. ]

…

The next day we flew to City C.

That evening, I was invited to have dinner at a hotel in City C.

...Chu Li had imagined the scene of meeting Zhuo Chuan's family a thousand times. It might be serious, it might be amiable, or it might be full of whitewashing of peace and tranquility - at least Teacher Zhuo Guxuan would play the role of a loving father for the sake of outsiders and at least care about his son's recent situation, after all, he was almost being strangled into a mummy.

Chu Li had a lot of fantasies, so she had a lot of scenarios before going to the banquet, such as how to please her parents.

She was so strict about the script that she didn't allow Chuan to hold her hand when they entered the hotel, lest Chuan's family think she was a frivolous little devil... Chuan thought this was ridiculous: "You'd better remember, the first night I took the initiative to hold your hand, you jumped up and down on Weibo, posting more than a dozen Weibo posts, like a mad dog who had lost his mind."

"…You're lying. You don't have my personal Weibo account."

"I do. You are the only one who leaves comments on my Weibo every day, mocking me while having a hard time hiding your love for me."

“…”

Chu Li pushed Zhuo Chuan and slapped away his outstretched hand - the two of them walked side by side, and although they were wearing clothes of the same color that looked very couple-like, when they walked into the hotel, Chu Li held her head high and had a righteous look on her face: as if she and Zhuo Chuan had a pure relationship as an editor and author.

I met Zhuchuan's parents in the agreed box.

Tonight, Zhao Guxuan was dressed like a homely old cadre, and he looked amiable and approachable. This was the first time Chu Li met a true literary giant - standing outside the door, they greeted each other politely while trying to maintain a calm voice. When she came to her senses, she was holding Zhao Chuan's big hand tightly with both hands: There is no such thing as a reserved lady script.

Zhuo Guxuan looked at Chu Li, smiling as if he was looking at an excellent editor who saved his son from danger.

Madam Zhao looked at Chu Li, her eyes sweeping over her hands tightly entwined with Zhao Chuan's. The little girl leaned against her tall and handsome son like a willow in the wind, her face slightly flushed. The two of them looked very well matched, and she smiled as if she was looking at her son's future daughter-in-law.

Zhuchuan looked at Chu Li, and saw that pair of eyes that normally would only twinkle when they saw him, but now they were looking at his father like shining stars, with a shy and respectful look, and he couldn't laugh at all.

He frowned slightly, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin and pulled her face back: "What are you doing? It's the editor of Star Tracks' job to ask my dad to write an article. Don't try to steal his job."

Chu Li raised her head as he pinched her chin. The slight blush on her face had not yet faded. She spoke incoherently: "... Moonlight can occasionally bring about a traditional literary trend, improving the quality of readers and the overall taste of the magazine -"

Zhuchuan: “…”

It seems that he no longer knows how to speak properly.

He can flatter people easily and effortlessly.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at Teacher Zhe Guxuan, who was nearly fifty years old but could still enjoy the admiration of young girls... At this moment, his eyes were shining with satisfaction, and even the look he gave Zhe Chuan became softer. It was the first time in more than twenty years, probably because Zhe Chuan had found him a "qualified and tasteful fangirl" daughter-in-law.

After everyone was seated, the dishes were served and everyone chatted while eating - just like the social habits of most Chinese people, which are completed at the dinner table. After three cold dishes and a soup were served, the imagined awkward silence never existed.

From the Yuanyue Club chat to the recently retired Editor-in-Chief Xia, even Gu Xuan was able to get involved in a conversation about such a trivial topic as talking bad about the people in the marketing department...

Finally, the topic returned to "The Divine Book of Luo River".

Zhao Guxuan: "It can be seen that the content of this book has been carefully deleted and added. I read some of it, and the taste is not on the same level as Ogawa's previous books——"

Chu Li: "This is my first book, and also Mr. Chu Chuan's first book at Yuanyue Publishing House, so everyone takes it very seriously. It took about a week to proofread it alone... Sometimes when I need to delete chapters that are not suitable for publication, I will encounter stubborn resistance from the teacher."

Zhuchuan: “…”

Joo Gu-sun: "He is very stubborn, probably like his mother."

Mrs. Qiu glanced at her husband and smiled, "Oh, you're talking nonsense."

Chu Li: "I don't think so. My aunt is very easy-going and smiling. During the first three months that I met Mr. Chuan, he always looked icy and ordered me around."

Zhuo Guxuan: "Growing up in a scholarly family, he was taught to be polite, righteous, honest and modest, but he ended up raising a rebellious, rude son. It's really embarrassing."

Chu Li smiled and said, "But everyone knows that he is a good person at heart, but he is just tough on the outside but soft on the inside, so no one will take him seriously."

Mrs. Zhao: "Yes, yes. His Chinese teacher in high school hated him so much that he refused to go to the retirement party. The invitation was clearly sent to his home, but he just refused to go and threw it directly into the trash can. He didn't care about the social etiquette at all. No matter who tried to persuade him, it was useless. This son is really worrying."

Zhuchuan: “…”

Chu Li: "Teacher Chu Chuan also mentioned this to me a little bit. It seems that there were some unpleasant conflicts in high school... If you want to judge it fairly, it is indeed not Teacher Chu Chuan's fault."

Zhao Guxuan: "Huh, how can Xiaocheng get along well with that teacher?"

Mrs. Zhao: "Oh, you know your son. He has always been at odds with teachers. When he was in primary school, he quarreled with his English teacher, insisting that the knowledge points the teacher taught were wrong. It turned out to be wrong, which made the teacher embarrassed. They quarreled every day, and they quarreled in English. It's so funny!"

Zhuchuan: “…”

Zhuan Guxuan: "If my academic performance hadn't been decent, I would have been expelled from school as a problem child!"

Chu Li: "So this is what elementary school is like... Mr. Chu Chuan is still very proud."

Madam Zhao: "You never grow up. My son, you will have to work hard."

Zhuo Guxuan: "You only grow in height, but not in brains."

Chu Li: "It's not hard, it's not hard!"

Zhuchuan: “…”

What? Do you want me to hang a banner over your heads that reads "A meeting to criticize and denounce Comrade Zhechuan, who has committed many evil deeds in recent years"?

Look at how they are happily recounting his dark history, and then shaking their heads in emotion...

Who are you trying to scare?

What are you doing here today?

Isn't it to help him solve the practical problem of being blasted to death by online trolls?

It looks like the three people at the table are going to swear to join the "Zhuchuan Black" army after dinner?

At this moment, the atmosphere on the scene was overly harmonious.

Only Chuan himself, who was completely unable to get a word in, felt as if he had seen a ghost.