No, I am not negative at all.
On the contrary, I am willing to make every effort to overcome various life interferences, to submit my manuscript on time and escape the blacklist of procrastinating writers; I sincerely hope to receive guidance on writing direction, even if it is direct and sharp, because that is better than being alone; I am more willing to cooperate with any publishing guidelines, because only by investing more effort to meet requirements can one qualify for a mutually beneficial relationship with the publisher…
In a word, I want to survive!
So before dying, I am willing to “fight for my breath” one more time, which is the only thing I can control and strive to achieve, isn’t it? Writing this, a smile appeared on Ji Rou’s face.
It was a satisfied smile.
Because I know that if after all efforts, I still cannot resist the flood, then naturally I should not linger. However, even so, I believe these processes will be beautiful marks on my life, no one owes me, I can face myself, and more importantly, I know I have already gained enough.
So while still being an author, I will do my best to write my works well and strive to learn and improve; when I am no longer an author, I will happily be a reader, turning my love for novels into practical support, nurturing this field with my own ability, which can bring a kind of appreciation and beautiful mood. This is my current belief, and I want to share this relaxed state of mind with everyone.
I wonder if this preface has gone off-topic again? Now Ji Rou writes prefaces more freely, writing wherever her thoughts lead, hmm… feeling quite good, especially imagining someone holding and reading it (what an optimist), as if chatting through the text, ah! (Imagine the demeanor of a lonely woman finding a companion)
But Ji Rou understands one thing clearly: if she wants to write more prefaces, there is only one way – submit more manuscripts!
Submitting manuscripts…
Thinking of the manuscript by her side, polished but still unformed…
Oh editor, wait for me! Wedge house shared rental:
Wanted: One young, handsome, physically strong, financially wealthy, with a clean background and no bad records.
Done! The woman pasted the red note on the door, showing a satisfied smile.
She turned to go back inside, then remembered something and turned back, pursing her lips and blowing a kiss at the red note.
Come on, hurry up, I’m waiting for you…
『2』Chapter One
The story begins on a night two months ago.
This night, Shang Peng was about to go out to attend the “Three Bosses’ Gathering”.
“Three Bosses” refers to three CEOs – Meng Ting, Gu Tianqi, and Shang Peng.
As for the “gathering”, it was naturally a party where these three handsome CEOs would seek entertainment together.
“Can you wait a moment before going out? Dad has something to discuss with you.” Someone suddenly blocked his way.
Shang Peng was stunned. Discuss what? Looking at his arrogant father like a defeated rooster, Shang Peng had an idea. “Did you get caught cheating by Mom?”
“What? No! It’s not that.” Shang Shou Chuan’s expression changed.
“Not that? Oh, that’s good.” At least he was sure there wouldn’t be ghostly wailing in the middle of the night.
“Here, take a look and help me choose.” Shang Shou Chuan pulled out a stack of photos.
Choose one? Looking at the increasingly beautiful women in the photos, Shang Peng immediately looked up and glared at his father.
“Are you sure you need this?” Shang Peng looked at his father with a worried expression.
“This… is not for me!” Shang Shou Chuan blushed. “It’s for you!”
“Me?” Shang Peng went on high alert.
“How about it? Take a look and see if you like any.”
“I like them all.” Shang Peng closed the photos in his hand and grinned at his father.
“No! You can only choose one!” Shang Shou Chuan looked troubled, glaring at his son’s mischievous smile.
“Son, you know I’ve always been your biggest supporter. Could you really bear to break up a loving couple? Do you want to shatter a happy family?” My son…
Wow! Is this really the famous construction tycoon Shang Shouquan? Shang Peng was really worried that a “clinging to the leg” scene might play out soon.
“Okay. Wait for me!” Shang Peng gritted his teeth, walked back to the desk, and started rummaging through the drawer.
“What are you looking for?”
“Dice.”
“What for?”
“You’ll see when I do it.”
Shang Peng found the dice, rolled up his sleeves boldly, stepped on the slender chair, flicked the dice into the ashtray, and shouted: “Eighteen!”
“Hahaha… Damn ten!”
Shang Peng glared at the overly excited old man beside him, then grabbed the photo and started counting…
“Here! It’s her!” He made a gun gesture at the selected photo.
“Her? Tang Shicheng’s daughter Tang Zhiwei! This is good, good… hehe…” Shang Shouquan laughed and left with the photo.
Tang Zhiwei? No impression. Shang Peng shrugged; he didn’t know any of the women inside, and their names were all the same to him.
Grabbing his coat, he strode past the hall, where everyone was in chaos.
“Quick, notify Grandma!”
“And Uncle, Aunt…”
“No, no, we should first inform the Tang family, see when we can have an engagement…”
Engagement? Shang Peng just frowned, then the corner of his mouth slightly curved, and he quickly strode away.
Engagement, fine. Marriage, no problem. He had his own plans.
If he let himself be manipulated, he wouldn’t be Shang Peng! And so, more than a month passed, and Shang Peng’s life remained carefree.
One day, he received a call from his friend Gu Tianqi.
“I heard you’re going to marry Tang Shicheng’s daughter?”
“What?”
“Nothing, just calling to congratulate you! You’re really lucky. You and she should be a perfect match.”
“Do you know her?” Shang Peng heard the obvious smile in his voice.
“A bit. I met her a few days ago.”
“Met her? Isn’t she in the United States?” Shang Peng was a bit puzzled.
“She came to Taiwan. I happened to meet her in a coffee shop. I saw her with your assistant Bai Zhixiu.”
“Assistant Bai? He knows her?” Shang Peng was somewhat surprised.
“Probably. I heard her asking Bai Zhixiu for help with something, so I didn’t go up to say hello.”
“She asked Bai Zhixiu for help? What for?”
“Asking your assistant to help her escape her misery because she doesn’t want to marry a bad guy.” Gu Tianqi’s tone was leisurely, with an even more pronounced smile.
A moment of silence followed on the phone.
Finally, Shang Peng took a breath and said: “Thanks. Now the bad guy knows.” He was also starting to feel like killing someone.
“There’s another thing you should know.” Gu Tianqi’s voice suddenly dropped.
“What?” Another thing? Shang Peng unconsciously clenched his fist.
“I was sexually harassed and am considering reporting it!”
“Oh?” Shang Peng’s fist loosened, and he burst out laughing: “Which woman is brave enough to covet our Gu CEO’s pure virgin chastity?”
“Surname Shang, given name Jie! Miss Shang!”
Oh! Staring at the hung-up phone, Shang Peng began imagining Gu’s “violated” expression.
He started considering calling his sister to boost morale. Go for it! Keep fighting! Charge…
A knock interrupted Shang Peng’s thoughts. “Come in.”
Assistant Bai stepped forward quickly.
Just in time. Shang Peng smiled sinisterly, a bloodthirsty glint hidden in his evil grin.
“Report to the CEO, after much consideration, I’ve decided to report something to you.”
“What?”
“It’s about your fiancée, Miss Tang Zhiwei.”
“You know?” Shang Peng deliberately played dumb.
He had always insisted on not revealing the relationship between the two families in companies under his “jurisdiction” before officially getting married.
So, “theoretically,” Bai Zhixiu should be unaware.
Of course, what Shang Peng most wanted to know was the true relationship between Bai Zhixiu and Tang Zhiwei.
