Chapter 47: The Script

Mu Nanqiu returned directly to her upscale apartment after seeing Su Yao off.

As usual, she shrugged off her coat and casually tossed it aside, slipped into her slippers, grabbed a cup from the dining table, filled it with warm water, and carried it into her room.

Mu Beizhi poked her head out from the sofa, watching her sister with surprise.

It was unusually late for her to come home, and she never wore such a faint smile on her face when she did.

Sure enough, people do change after falling in love.

After watching her sister enter the room, Mu Beizhi quietly retreated.

Once inside, Mu Nanqiu took a sip of water, set the cup down, and sat on the bed.

She grabbed a pillow, arranged it just right, then lay on her side and sent a message to Su Yao from her own account.

The two chatted for a while, and Mu Nanqiu’s face bore a subtle smile that clearly showed she was happy.

When she saw Su Yao send a scared emoji in response to the ghost story she had made up, her delight was unmistakable as she laughed aloud.

Then, Mu Nanqiu switched to the Oyster Sauce account.

She held back a little, not revealing to Su Yao that she was the owner of that account.

Oyster Sauce: “Good evening, Teacher Mantou.”

LoveWatchingBigWhiteBun: “Good evening. What made you suddenly want to talk to me tonight?”

Oyster Sauce: “I finally had some free time. Oh, there’s something I wanted to tell you—I’m not planning to continue writing that book.”

LoveWatchingBigWhiteBun: “Ah? Why? It was really good…”

On the other end, Su Yao stared at Oyster Sauce’s reply on her phone, unable to calm down.

In her eyes, Oyster Sauce was clearly talented, but now she chose to be a lifelong “pigeon” (serial quitter) using the excuse that she had achieved her “merit” by winning over her junior…

How infuriating!

Didn’t she know pigeons never end well?

Su Yao lay back on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She really liked Oyster Sauce’s writing—it was so much better than anything she could write herself, outclassing her in every way.

At first, Su Yao felt melancholy, but later she became more open-minded.

If Oyster Sauce could become a great Goddess, maybe one day she’d return the favor and help her little rookie out.

In a way, Oyster Sauce’s books carried a small hope for her dreams.

But to end like this?

Su Yao found it hard to accept.

Ding ding~

Just then, a message from Mu Nanqiu popped up.

Su Yao saw it was an invitation to watch the performance.

She hesitated for just a second before agreeing immediately.

“Okay, I’ll come.”

Mu Nanqiu played both roles in this conversation, now embodying Muli Jiang as she spoke.

“Compared to writing myself, I still prefer reading Teacher Mantou’s books.”

“But my writing isn’t really good—it’s just meaningless sugar water.”

“Whether it’s good or not, I like it, and that’s what matters. Besides, stopping writing doesn’t mean I’m gone.”

“Alright then…”

Although Su Yao still felt somewhat upset, she no longer rejected it outright.

After thinking it over, she sat back up and told Oyster Sauce,

“Then I’ll do a Resurrection from Impure Earth.”

“?”

“Change my Manjia, start a new book! I’m going to write a Peach Novel about me and Senior Mu!”

“Sounds good. I’ll support you as always.”

“Mm-hmm, I’ll show you before it goes live! By the way, where’s your junior?”

“Just finished with her.”

“……”

It took Su Yao a few seconds to retrieve the meaning behind that sentence from the depths of her mind.

Once she understood, her ears blazed hot.

Oh my—Oyster Sauce really is filthy-minded!

“Teacher Mantou, if I ever don’t understand something about relationships, I’ll still ask you.”

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“Teacher Mantou, how are things going with your senior~”

“We’re good!”

Su Yao pouted and snorted.

Finally, she understood what this girl was really here for.

She was here to show off!

Oyster Sauce has a girlfriend, so I have one too… even if it’s not official yet.

But she had already decided—once her probation ended, she would make things official with Mu Nanqiu!

On the other side, Mu Nanqiu bit her lip but, thinking that she was in her own home, let out an uninhibited laugh.

Su Yao ended her chat with Oyster Sauce, switched back to Mu Nanqiu’s channel, chatted a bit more, then they said goodnight.

It was just past 10:30 PM.

Su Yao wasn’t ready to sleep yet.

She got out of bed and sat at her desk, opened a file folder, and took out the manuscripts inside.

Looking at the thick stack, she felt overwhelmed—two thousand yuan wasn’t so easy to earn!

The manuscripts were entirely on paper.

These days, not many people still used physical copies—there was some sentimentality in it, perhaps.

Dream Chasers could understand, but if it were electronic versions, they would be much easier to use and share.

But now that she had promised Yun Qing she would earn this money, she couldn’t break her word.

First things first: how to write the script?

No clue?

Then just Baike it!

The next day, Su Yao was dozing at her desk when she sensed someone approaching.

Looking up, it was Yun Qing.

Her head held high, face flushed, and bearing the arrogant air of a demanding client, she glared at Su Yao and said,

“Finished writing it? Let me see. I’ll give you some feedback to revise.”

From the moment yesterday’s incident ended, Su Yao never intended to be nice to Yun Qing.

Maybe they had similar pasts once, but now they were like repelling magnets—impossible to get along.

Su Yao nodded and replied,

“Yeah, it’s done.”

“Then hand it over.”

“Pay up.”

“Huh?”

Yun Qing’s suddenly excited smile froze, but she quickly recovered and decisively took out her phone to transfer the money to Su Yao.

When the sound of two thousand yuan arriving echoed on Su Yao’s phone, she was still groggy, but seeing the big number on the payment screen instantly woke her up.

Heh, just two thousand yuan—was it really worth getting this excited?

Yun Qing sneered in disdain.

She was no longer who she used to be.

For someone at the side of the honorable sister, two thousand yuan was nothing!

Was Yun Qing’s money clean?

Of course, it all came from Hua Mingye—spotless.

But if you pressed for details, there was plenty to talk about…

She dropped all pretenses in front of Su Yao, acting arrogantly as she said,

“The money’s transferred. Give me the script. If it’s no good, hmm, just you wait!”

“Oh.”

Su Yao rolled her eyes but, since she was quick with the payment, she willingly sent Yun Qing the document she had made yesterday.

After finishing, she lay back down at the desk, squinting.

Once Yun Qing had left, she raised her head with a frown, puzzled.

She thought she heard a buzzing sound coming from Yun Qing…