Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Shen Yumei’s brilliance lies in the fact that she lays all her unspeakable intentions out in the open, right on the table.
It’s like keeping a soul-sucking demon in a haunted house at an amusement park and putting up a giant warning sign in front of the door, reminding players that there really is a ghost inside.
If you believe it, you’re just “unable to take a joke,” failing to understand that the sign is part of the immersive experience.
If you don’t believe it, you’ll walk right in and have your essence drained by the demon.
She deliberately put on a grand display of “affection” with Li Muzhou, making sure everyone knew about it.
By doing this, they can be even more unscrupulous in their intimacy under the guise of being mother and son.
If anyone dares to gossip, they’ll just be accused of having a dirty mind-the kind of person who “sees a short sleeve and immediately thinks of a bare arm,” associating a harmonious relationship between a stepmother and stepson with an illicit affair.
Sure enough, when I tactfully reminded Li Muzhou that he should maintain an appropriate distance from my mother-in-law, the bastard widened his innocent, pure eyes in total disbelief.
“Miaomiao, is it because you’re pregnant that you’ve become so sensitive? Me and Sister Yumei?!” When he wasn’t in front of his mother, he still habitually called her Sister Yumei. “Good heavens, what on earth is going on in that little head of yours!”
In a moment of impulse, I almost exposed Shen Yumei’s secret identity as an author to him.
Hold it in, Qi Shui! You have to hold it in!
Based on my experience as an editor, my mother-in-law is an “experiential” writer.
These types of authors don’t necessarily write about things that actually happened, but their lines carry the real emotions of their lives.
These emotions are either exaggerated in the text or hidden within small details.
If such an author has their secret identity exposed, it is no different from a spiritual public execution.
Right now, “Liujia Wugongzi” is my secret window into Shen Yumei’s inner world. If Li Muzhou finds out, then she’ll find out too…
She might… never write again…
Wait!
Qi Shui! Wake up!
Put away your professional habits!
Now is not the time to worry about whether a Great Author will retire from the scene!
Li Muzhou gently shook my shoulder, looking concerned. “Miaomiao? Miaomiao? Why are you spacing out in the middle of our conversation?”
I snapped back to reality, keeping my mother-in-law’s secret identity tucked away, and feigned a pout. “I’m not being sensitive, I’m jealous! When you’re good to other women, I get jealous no matter who she is!”
The bastard fell for it completely.
He pulled me into a doting embrace. “I know, I know. I’ll be careful from now on.”
“But Sister Yumei and I have a very pure relationship between an elder and a junior. You mustn’t overthink it again.”
“She’s only good to me because she loves my father so much.”
“Do you know how much Sister Yumei loves my dad?”
“She loves everything about him, including his devotion to my late mother.”
“After my mother died in that car accident, my father tried to jump off the cliff at that mountain road several times to join her. It was Sister Yumei who dragged him back every time.”
Before this, Li Muzhou had never told me the details of the relationship between his father and stepmother.
Listening to him now, wasn’t this the story of an innocent, naive young girl falling in love with a mature, powerful hero who was devoted to his deceased wife?
She admired him, so even his devotion to another woman became a part of what was worth admiring.
She admired him, so she was willing to spend her life being his salvation.
Why does this plot feel a bit familiar?
Beside me, Li Muzhou had already fallen asleep. He must have been exhausted from today’s “official announcement” with his mother.
I opened my phone.
“Liujia Wugongzi” hadn’t updated.
The number of likes on Shen Yumei’s WeChat Moments had grown by several rows.
I opened Zhihu, and a string of questions jumped out at me on the recommendation page:
“If the Little Dragon Maiden had actually died and Yang Guo married Guo Xiang, what would have happened?”
“If Xiao Feng hadn’t jumped off the cliff, would he have eventually married Ah Zi?”
Whoa!
They say Big Data has become sentient-I’m starting to believe it!