In the past few days, with Yan Ke'er keeping her company and all the online matters resolved, Yuan Meng had been happily slacking off.
Until the doorbell rang, and Yan Ke'er went to answer it.
"I heard that Sanyuan lives here. I'm here to urge you to submit your manuscript," a clear and pleasant female voice sounded at the door.
The moment the voice rang out, Yuan Meng got goosebumps all over.
It was Lu Nanwei, Sanyuan's editor. Yuan Meng had heard this voice countless times on the phone.
She was the nightmare of Yuan Meng's writing career!
Yuan Meng put down the bag of chips in her arms and looked towards the door.
Lu Nanwei was wearing a polo shirt, looking very professional. The black-framed glasses didn't look heavy; instead, they added an air of aloofness.
She looked like a total strong woman. Yuan Meng averted her gaze and silently wondered how likely it was for her to climb out of the window now.
Climbing out wasn't a problem for her, but she was supposed to be a naive and innocent girl. Which naive and innocent girl would climb out of a window to escape?
"Yuan Meng, someone's here to see you," Yan Ke'er said after confirming Lu Nanwei's identity and letting her in.
"Sanyuan," Lu Nanwei said, sitting down opposite Yuan Meng and nodding slightly.
Yuan Meng stiffened and nodded back.
Then, Lu Nanwei reached into her backpack and took out a thick stack of papers.
"On October 15, 2021, you told me you'd submit at least 4,000 words, but you only submitted 200," she said.
"On November 15, 2021, you told me..."
"..."
In just a dozen minutes, Lu Nanwei had exposed all of Yuan Meng's flaws. Yuan Meng could only maintain a friendly smile throughout.
She was smiling on the surface but cursing inwardly.
After Lu Nanwei finished reading, Yan Ke'er poured her a glass of warm water with admiration on her face. "You're so amazing! You've recorded everything so detailed," she said, giving her a thumbs up. "We're all people close to Yuan Meng. I'll learn from you in the future!"
Yuan Meng almost blurted out "no need" but managed to hold it back.
Oh well, she was going to abandon this identity soon anyway.
By then, she'd be free as a bird. What did Sanyuan and Yuan Meng's affairs have to do with her, Ai Yue?
"In conclusion, the company requires you to make up for all the overdue manuscripts within a week," Lu Nanwei said.
"All of them?" Yuan Meng almost lost her voice.
Lu Nanwei nodded. "All of them."
Good grief! Yuan Meng thought Ling Qianchen was already ruthless enough, but Lu Nanwei was even worse.
There was no bottom line when it came to being ruthless.
Maintaining her persona, Yuan Meng lowered her head and said with a choked voice, "The word count you just mentioned should be around 100,000. How can I finish writing that in a week?"
"The company has calculated your writing speed. You can write 20,000 words a day," Lu Nanwei said.
Facing the delicate and weak Yuan Meng, Lu Nanwei showed no mercy. She was like a manuscript-urging machine.
"But I'm afraid the quality won't be up to par. You know, writing a book requires coming up with a plot," Yuan Meng tried to struggle.
"It's okay. If the quality isn't up to par, the company will send the manuscript back. I only need to see the final word count," Lu Nanwei said.
Lu Nanwei's coldness made Yan Ke'er admire her even more. Her eyes were filled with admiration.
This was a living example of being impartial!
Yuan Meng gritted her teeth. Writing 100,000 words was more painful than killing her.
After a mental struggle, Yuan Meng turned pale and covered her stomach. "Ke'er, my stomach hurts so much. I'll go to the toilet first. You take care of Editor Lu," she said.
"I'll be right back."
With that, she rushed upstairs like the wind.
Lu Nanwei looked up at the stairs and frowned. Yan Ke'er didn't notice anything wrong and happily took care of Editor Lu.
Upstairs, Yuan Meng apologized to Yan Ke'er in her heart and jumped from the second floor.
She landed smoothly with a graceful posture.
"Why are you back?" Luo Yishan was shocked to see Yuan Meng gasping for breath. She quickly handed her a glass of whiskey she had just poured.
Yuan Meng gulped it down and said with a pained expression, "Don't even mention it. Lu Nanwei knows I'm Sanyuan. She came to the villa to find me."
"She also asked me to submit 100,000 words in a week. Are you kidding me?"
Luo Yishan knew Lu Nanwei. She had been there when Yuan Meng was urged to submit manuscripts.
In fact, she had helped Yuan Meng cover up several times. She knew this impartial editor very well.
"Hahaha, you're so unlucky," Luo Yishan laughed heartily.
"You just know how to laugh at me," Yuan Meng rolled her eyes and slammed the empty glass on the table. She was full of complaints about her best friend.
Seeing Yuan Meng pretending to be angry, Luo Yishan still smiled playfully. "Not going back?"
"Yeah, I'm already out. Why should I go back?" Yuan Meng said as she removed her makeup.
Watching the cute girl turn into a stunning beauty right before her eyes, Luo Yishan propped her chin on her hand and sighed at the magic of makeup.
"I used to only see those bloggers transform themselves on videos. A lot of people said it was because of the beauty filter," she said.
"Those people should take a look at you."
Yuan Meng rolled her eyes at her. "Stop joking around."
It felt so good to remove the makeup and reveal her true face.
"Hey, look at this," Luo Yishan laughed and handed her phone to Yuan Meng.
"Your good husband is hunting you down nationwide. He's offering 100,000 yuan for each clue. Rich people sure are generous," she teased.
Taking the phone, Yuan Meng frowned.
Was Ling Qianchen crazy?
On the phone, Ling Qianchen had posted a Weibo post. The content was similar to what Luo Yishan had said.
Yan Ke'er had called Ling Qianchen when she couldn't find Yuan Meng, and this guy had taken the matter online.
The comments from netizens made Yuan Meng grind her teeth in anger.
Love Red Braised Pork: So did Mr. Ling anger Yuan Meng? The little wife left home, and the CEO is asking netizens for help out of love?
Qwt: I'm laughing so hard. I'm really tempted by the 100,000 yuan per clue. The life of the rich is so amazing.
Mystic Master: So will I get more if I catch the person directly? I'm already ready to go and catch her.
Ling Qianchen @ Mystic Master: Two million.
"Crazy," Yuan Meng said, handing the phone back to Luo Yishan and rolling her eyes.
"Puhahaha, if people knew Ai Yue was only worth two million, hahahaha," Luo Yishan laughed so hard that she fell on the sofa. She was clearly gloating.
"Do you want me to put you on the list too?" Yuan Meng gritted her teeth.
This girl was getting bolder and bolder.
"Hey, I'm just joking. But he's so eager to find you. Could it be that he has feelings for you?" Luo Yishan sat up and raised her eyebrows.
"Disgusting. Impossible," Yuan Meng immediately retorted.
Are you kidding me? Ling Qianchen saw her like she was a virus and couldn't wait to get as far away from her as possible.
Besides, she had trained for months to make him hate her.
In conclusion, love? How could it be!
Luo Yishan shrugged. "Okay."