“Ahem…Luo Xinguang will always be my main husband! Forever and always!”
Meng Qiqi guiltily took a photo as she spoke in a righteous manner.
Forget it.
Perhaps, this was how women were like…
“Song Yaoyao.”
Meng Qiqi and Yun Shuihan watched as the wealthy-looking boy headed their way. All the girls in the store immediately blushed and stared at him without blinking.
“Is something the matter?” Song Yaoyao glanced sideways.
Huo Ningxi saw her cold attitude and pursed his lips in displeasure. “How long has it been since you’ve gone home with me? Where have you been going to after school?” he asked sternly.
“It’s none of your business.”
Tang Xinrou found this quite strange. She was used to seeing Huo Ningxi treat Song Yaoyao coldly.
This was a bit awkward.
“Of course it is. You are the type that traffickers like the most! Be careful not to be kidnapped and sold to the mountains as a young bride!”
“Oh, I’m so scared”—Song Yaoyao rolled her eyes—”What exactly are you doing here?”
She lifted her head. Her rosy cheeks looked like a pair of ripe peaches, tempting one to take a bite. Her dark eyes stared at him attentively and her voice was soft.
“Ahem…” Huo Ningxi looked away awkwardly. “Let’s go home together.”
Woah!
Meng Qiqi asked nosily, “Yaoyao, is that your brother?”
“No!”
“He’s my nephew.”
After the two blurted their response at the same time, Huo Ningxi’s expression darkened.
“Song Yaoyao! Who’s your nephew?!”
So shameless!
Tang Xinrou supported her chin in amusement and watched the show.
“It will happen sooner or later,” Song Yaoyao replied confidently.
“You wish! I would rather die than acknowledge that!”
Huo Ningxi’s face turned red in anger. Gritting his teeth, he turned and left.
“Keep wandering the streets! If a bad person kidnaps you, I won’t do a thing!”
“Pfff—” Tang Xinrou collapsed in laughter on Song Yaoyao’s arm. She pointed at Huo Ningxi’s back and asked, “Do you know what he looks like right now?”
Yun Shuihan smiled shyly.
This was the feeling of youth. For them, love was beautiful.
Song Yaoyao wasn’t curious. “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know.”
She puffed up her cheeks and returned to the main conversation.
“I really liked Palace Walls. I read the whole thing in one night. It’s straightforward but it is indeed too heavy, so we will definitely edit a little for the drama adaptation.”
Yun Shuihan was a bit surprised. Song Yaoyao looked too young, so she didn’t quite believe her.
But when Song Yaoyao was serious, her expression was so stern that one bypassed her appearance and treated her like someone of their own age.
“Edit? Sorry, I don’t like it when my work is edited into something unrecognizable…” Yun Shuihan revealed a bitter smile and shook her head in rejection. She had witnessed the hard work of too many authors being destroyed after selling their copyright.
“What if I allow you to edit it yourself?”
“What…? But I can’t…”
Screenwriting and novel writing were two different things. After so many years, Yun Shuihan wasn’t sure whether she could find the feelings she once had.
“Of course, if I buy your copyright, I will definitely give my input. But I can guarantee that it won’t stray too far from the main theme. We will simply add a few things that will appeal to the masses. If you want to be completely in control, then I’m sorry, I’m not the only who won’t be able to accept, I’m sure no director would be able to accept it.”
