Translated by newbienoona
Edited and proofread by anks
She clicks on the X and logs on QQ. Letting out a nervous cough, she decides to go all in. Exhaling, she sounds like a man on his last, gasping breath.
She follows the instructions on her page, and adds the editor-in-chief. She tilts her head as she confirms the invite. Several seconds later, the bookshelf net editor-in-chief's avatar appears.
Bookshelf net editor-in-chief: Hello, are you author Xiamo?
An Chuxia hesitates before replying, "Yes." Finally, the other party says a few more words. "Your novel, Demon Boy, Do Not Kiss Me, broke the recommendations and comments records on our website. In an hour, your comments section reached as much as 200. Therefore, I would like to ask if you'd like to sign with bookshelf net?"
"Signing? Is this where one gets money from a contract?" She thinks out loud as she considers the bookshelf net editor's offer. They find her important and new. They want her to consider the offer. However, another message wasn't sent her way.
Han Qilu opens the door and this time, and she sees him carrying a breakfast tray in his hand. She just realizes she is so hungry, she could die. She makes a mad dash to gain access to the food. Han Qilu is stunned when he puts the tray on the table. After she finishes eating, she looks up at Han Qilu. "Huh? Why are you here?"
He throws her a when-am-I-not-here look. He lifts his gaze at her. "Do you want to take a look at this morning's paper? You'd be pleasantly surprised." He touches her chin but she remains indifferent.
She suddenly asks Han Qilu, "I need to ask you, is bookshelf net popular? If I tell you their editor-in-chief wants to me to sign on with them, would you believe me?"
He looks at her earnestly. "I'll believe you. However… you sure you don't want to look at today's morning paper? I swear, if you don't look at it, you'll regret it." Then, he waves the newspaper in his hand. An Chuxia glances at him before leaving the room. She must ask Jiang Yuan whether she should sign.
"Hey, where are you going? You really don't want to read the newspaper, ah? I'm putting it on your sofa!" He looks at An Chuxia's back as she walks away. Han Qilu shakes his head, and puts the newspaper near the sofa. Then, he turns around and leaves.
An Chuxia gets to the stairway just in time to hear Jiang Yuan scream from the writing room. The maids hear the sound immediately and run to her studio, only to be yelled away by the madame.
"What happened?" She immediately walks down the stairs and asks the maids coming from the room.
A maid lowers her head before replying, "Young mistress of the house, the madame said everything is alright and not to disturb her. However, if you go, more than likely, she'll tell you what happened."
Jiang Yuan is good to An Chuxia and all the servants know this.
Just as Chuxia is about to enter Jiang Yuan's studio, she pulls the maid and says, "After all this trouble, don't call me young mistress of the house! It's not right!"
The maids lower their heads and say timidly, "Yes, young mistress of the house."
Sighing heavily, she says, "Forget it!" She quickly turns to Jiang Yuan's writing room… How do you teach, how to manage to love, how to have them to call?
"An Chuxia!" It takes one cross to pass through the door. Jiang Yuan throws herself at Chuxia's chest like a professional mourner. Crying, she says, "I must kill the one called Xiamo!"CHAPTER 198 I Swear Not to Write
Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona
TL: Idiom: (lit) like raindrops on a pear blossom 梨花带雨- fig. tear-stained face of a beauty
The violent curse forces Chuxia to take two steps back. Jiang Yuan's words ring clearly in her ears… Xiamo? Who is this author? Is it a pen name on the bookshelf net?
"Ma, don't cry. What happened?" She treats Jiang Yuan like a mother coaxing a child. Sometimes she wonders if she can live like Jiang Yuan: with happiness. With a pain of a husband, and an obstinate, argumentative son, who in his heart, actually thinks of his mother every time… .
God, how can her thoughts be so uncertain? Is she getting old? Bah! She's still young and elegant!
Jiang Yuan continues to cry for a few more minutes on Chuxia's bosom, like raindrops on a pear blossom. If Uncle Han sees her like this, it'll certainly bring heartache. She is gathering her courage to comfort her but Jiang Yuan points toward the computer and points at the screen saying, "An Chuxia, this person would more than likely take away my position at the bookshelf net. What would you do?"
She takes a closer look at the screen. The title, "Demon Boy Do Not Kiss Me" is ranked first in the recommended and comment list. Jiang Yuan's novel is ranked second. An Chuxia has a heavy line. Her debut novel is garnering so much reaction!
Wanting to talk, Jiang Yuan howls. "This is such a wretched day! This novice isn't signed and she's so funny. Although her heroine is brainless, she writes better than me! If not for the fact I'd be breaking the law… I despise her, despise her!!!"
Taking a deep breath, she awkwardly holds on to Jiang Yuan and sits in front of the computer. She logs Jiang Yuan out and logs herself as Xiamo, enter her password, and go into her homepage. Jiang Yuan's eyes get big as she stares. She points at An Chuxia. "You… you're… ."
"Ma, I really didn't know my rotten story would actually be seen, or rob you of your first place ranking. However, I assure you, that if you're not happy, I will delete the novel! I wanted to sign, and I was going to ask you for your opinion, but now, it seems I may not be suitable for writing novels. Moreover, I have no time. Hey… ." Her simple and honest disposition annoys Jiang Yuan. Now, she's more miserable than ever.
An Chuxia immediately panics and hurriedly grabs a box of tissue, handing some of the facial towels to Jiang Yuan. "Ma, don't cry, ah. I didn't mean no longer write a novel. I swear, I… ." Jiang Yuan suddenly covers her mouth.
She is puzzled looking at Jiang Yuan. Who knew Yuan would turn from hostile to extremely happy. "Xiao Xia, if you don't finish the novel, I will ignore you!"
"Ah?" She blinks after Jiang Yuan smiles back, erasing all doubt. "You mean… you'll let me continue writing the novel?"
"Nonsense!" Jiang Yuan's eyes narrow into a line, her cheeks, obviously, still have tears. "You wait. I'll provide you the contract! Yes, when I signed, I ordered them not to dig into my background, I used one of the servant's ID card. I'll go get you one so you can sign! Just wait!"
As soon as she finishes, she takes off like a gust of wind.
Post note: Chuxia, why did you ignore Qilu and the newspaper?!?!