"And, without solid evidence, don't just spread rumors that I use a ghostwriter!"
"Speaking of logic and ghostwriting, there are actually some flaws in the character and story settings of Wolf Uncle's masterpiece *Midnight School Beauty*," Yuan Meng said, pouting as she turned the tables on Wolf Uncle.
"You're saying *Midnight School Beauty* is no good? Humph, do you know how much money I made from that book in the first month?"
"800,000," Yuan Meng said, pouting before Wolf Uncle could even open his mouth. She was extremely disdainful. "So what? Just because a work sells well, does that mean it's really well - written?"
Wolf Uncle was about to flare up, but looking at her fair and beautiful face, he thought for a few seconds and came to his senses.
Instead of getting angry, he smiled, staring at Yuan Meng's face with curiosity and speculation.
"You're not trying to get my attention, are you? Little Sister Sanyuan, it's normal for you to be hot - tempered at your age," Wolf Uncle said, patting his greasy belly contentedly.
Sitting in front of the computer all year round, indulging in instant noodles and cigarettes, he was nothing but greasy and lecherous.
Under his thick glasses, his fat mouth moved up and down, looking at her like she was a delicious prey.
Yuan Meng raised her eyebrows slightly, hardly believing her ears.
Her? Trying to get his attention?
Come on, leaving Ling Qianchen's identity aside.
Just comparing her weight with Wolf Uncle's, they were clearly from different worlds!
"Uncle, have you written too many novels and can't tell reality from fiction?" Yuan Meng retorted without hesitation. Even though his achievements were quite good, so what?
The 800,000 yuan manuscript fee he earned in the first month was his personal gain, and that was during his peak period.
There's no reason in this world for someone to wave their money around and expect others to feel inferior.
Wolf Uncle glared at her angrily, but Yuan Meng didn't care and continued to voice her opinion.
"In *Midnight School Beauty*, the female protagonist was brave and resourceful in the early part. Why did she have to rely on the male protagonist after 200,000 words?"
"And your male protagonist is such a useless character. Apart from the system, he's just a good - for - nothing. The first 200,000 words of this book were really exciting, but the plot afterwards was a complete mess. One moment they were exorcising ghosts, and the next they were on a desert island. The core of the story completely changed."
Yuan Meng proudly pointed out several more mistakes.
It had to be said that his book was indeed well - written at first, which was also the capital for Wolf Uncle's arrogance.
But what about after the first month? The quality of the book took a nosedive after 200,000 words.
When it came to ghostwriting, all the comments were filled with insults directed at Wolf Uncle and his family.
Who was the one using a ghostwriter after all?
Moreover, judging from Wolf Uncle's attitude towards her, this man clearly didn't respect female authors.
No one knew how many female colleagues he had harassed in private.
"Let's end this industry exchange here, here..." Yan Ke'er felt extremely nauseous looking at Wolf Uncle's greasy face. She grabbed Yuan Meng and quickly slipped away.
If she stayed any longer, she was going to throw up!
What era was this? Couldn't he have a bit of self - awareness!?
Wolf Uncle stared at the direction Yuan Meng left in, his eyes darkening.
He originally thought she was a innocent little rabbit, but unexpectedly, she was so feisty.
Good, he liked women who were a challenge.
"Sister Mengmeng, when you meet someone like this, don't waste your breath on him. This kind of person has a screw loose. If you say a single word to him, he'll think you like him! He'll definitely never leave you alone afterwards!" Yan Ke'er frowned in disgust.
"Hey, I know what you're saying. I just can't stand the way he looks down on female authors," Yuan Meng sighed, propping her chin on her hand.
It wasn't that she was deliberately going against Wolf Uncle. It was that man who was picking a fight with her.
When a female author wrote better than him, he insinuated that she used a ghostwriter and even discriminated against female authors for not being able to write good suspense and supernatural novels.
Since that was the case, she would also point out Wolf Uncle's problems and make him see himself clearly.
"I understand! You don't know, I almost punched him just now! He's so disgusting!"
"Where does he get his confidence from? Is it from his big belly!?" Yan Ke'er couldn't help but start complaining.
"All writers, come and take a group publicity photo!" In the distance, the staff called out twice, and people gradually gathered.
"Let's go. It's time for the photo," Yan Ke'er urged, leading Yuan Meng over to take the photo.
After arranging several positions, the scene finally looked harmonious.
Yuan Meng stared at the camera and put on a smile, but suddenly someone leaned towards her. First, she saw a big belly.
"Miss Sanyuan, what a coincidence," Wolf Uncle greeted her. When he didn't smile, it was okay, but when he did, all the fat on his face piled up, looking like a deformed tire.
Yuan Meng calmly adjusted her position without even looking at him, moving closer to the person beside her and farther away from Wolf Uncle.
But he immediately stuck to Yuan Meng, rubbing his greasy belly against her arm.
"Miss Sanyuan, after the event ends, could you accompany me for a drink? I think your understanding of novels is very innovative. I'd like to communicate with you more," Wolf Uncle pressed on, but Yuan Meng ignored him.
Behind others' backs, he boldly reached out and took Yuan Meng's hand.
It was delicate and boneless, with very tender skin!
Wolf Uncle was amazed and extremely satisfied in his heart. It seemed he hadn't misjudged. He wondered what the rest of her body was like...
"You're asking for death!" Yuan Meng grabbed his wrist in a reverse hold, gritting her teeth as she questioned him, using all her strength.
The next second, a scream rang out, attracting everyone's attention.
Everyone looked at Yuan Meng and Wolf Uncle in unison.
Yuan Meng looked angry and annoyed, while Wolf Uncle was whining innocently and pitifully.
"Sanyuan, why are you attacking me? Let go quickly. It hurts," Wolf Uncle said, angry and anxious. He didn't expect her to be more reckless than he thought.
Normally, girls would keep quiet when being taken advantage of, but she was so ignorant!
"What's going on between you two?" Shang Xingcheng, a newly - emerging writer, asked, not knowing what they were up to.
"He molested me," Yuan Meng said without any hesitation, directly exposing Wolf Uncle's behavior. Her face looked wronged.
"You're lying! You're slandering me! You're crazy!" Wolf Uncle was furious and tried to turn the tables on her.
This woman was really crazy. Not only did she not let him take advantage of her, but she also said it out in front of everyone!
"I'm not! You just touched me!" Yuan Meng blinked her eyes, and tears immediately welled up. Her face was extremely wronged, but she increased the strength in her hand even more, making Wolf Uncle's eyes tear up from the pain.
He wailed and begged for mercy, feeling like his wrist bones were about to be crushed.
How could this woman be so strong?
"How dare you lay your hands on her? Do you know who she is?" Yan Ke'er rushed over when she heard the commotion. She slapped Wolf Uncle several times and even kicked him a few times, full of anger.
She had ignored him before, but he had the nerve to push his luck!
Wolf Uncle was about to fight back, but Yuan Meng increased the pressure on his wrist. The pain in his wrist was so intense that he almost knelt down.
He could only stand there and let Yan Ke'er beat him, with no ability to fight back.
"You'll hurt your hand like this," Yuan Meng reminded. It really wasn't worth getting her hand injured for such a person.