You're my wife, don't doubt it!

"Don't sit on the ground, it's cold!" Xiao Yao was frantic. He pulled her up and helped her sit on a stool. "Wait for me a moment! Just a moment!"

After saying this, Xiao Yao ran into the alley again, went up to the second floor of his house, and started banging on the door of room 202.

A New Year’s letter to book friends

2023-01-25

This is actually a Yuewen event. They said there would be a surprise chapter at the end of this chapter where you can comment and enter a prize draw. Keep an eye out and good luck with your draw!

I wasn't planning to participate, because I had already said what I wanted to say in my launch speech not long ago, and I had no idea what else to say.

Unfortunately, I now have something to say.

Shen Jie was hospitalized, and I was also sick, but thankfully I wasn't hospitalized.

The problem is with the spine; it's not a major issue, but it's still a problem nonetheless.

On the day "The Young Lady" was released, the initial subscriptions, while not terrible, ultimately failed to meet my expectations.

So, a top author from the ninth group of authors who published their works advised me to try to achieve "10,000 words a day," saying that it could significantly improve my performance.

Those familiar with my writing know that my meticulous writing habits make even writing 4000 words a day incredibly difficult, let alone 10,000. However, I have a large backlog of drafts this time, and due to the nature of my work, I've been relatively free lately. So, I've become bolder and more overconfident, thinking I'll give it a try and see how it goes, day by day.

Over the past ten days... well, from a macro perspective, the average subscriptions have indeed increased significantly, but the number of readers following the story each day has not fluctuated much.

Forcing myself to write 10,000 words a day not only affected my cervical spine and ruined my life (I had to spend 8-10 hours a day writing and revising manuscripts, making it almost impossible to have normal entertainment and social activities, leaving me mentally and physically exhausted), but also somewhat affected the overall quality of subsequent chapters after my stockpile of manuscripts was exhausted (in my personal opinion).

Therefore, in order to live like a real person and to ensure the quality of my work, I may have to reduce the frequency of updates to a normal level.

At the same time, I will also appropriately speed up the pace and speed of the current plot development.

I hope that you, who are reading this, will continue to support me as always. Thank you.

Supported methods are as follows ↓

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I originally thought that if I updated the book too frequently, fewer people would be keeping it for later, but it seems that people will still be keeping it for later.

So, I'm going to shamelessly ask you this: if I want to nurture the book, could you please enable automatic subscription?

Honestly, it's not a matter of a few cents, but every subscription you make gives me confidence and a boost of morale.

Also, I hope to see more comments on this chapter and hear your feedback on the updates (instead of silently waiting for them to finish?). This way, if there are any major or minor issues with the direction of the chapters, including pacing, I can make timely adjustments more easily—that's one of the advantages of not having a backlog of chapters.

It's fine to say it in the group chat, although I almost never speak in group chats, but I will pay attention. It's better to say it in this chapter, because I'm almost guaranteed not to miss it.

I just checked the comments section and the author's notes on the first chapter of the book, and I saw that some readers who had given positive reviews and said they would continue to follow are still considered "trainees." Maybe I didn't write something properly? Anyway, I still want to hear your criticisms as often as possible.

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Below is a sample essay prompt from Qidian for the event chapter. If you don't want to read it, you can skip to the prize draw at the end of the chapter.

1: A look back at the creative process in 2022.

Creating stories... actually, there aren't any really creating stories.

The novel "The Young Lady" was actually started in late 2021 and was successfully submitted to an editor in March 2022.

Throughout 2022, I slowly saved up my drafts, because I didn't want to go through the same kind of life I had with "Blood Bar," where I had to rush to write 4000 words every day for the next day.

So... I've saved up... a few hundred thousand, right?

Then I went to the editor to submit my application, only to be told... well, he didn't want to sign it anyway.

I was almost discouraged and gave up at the time, but Miss Quantum suggested that I send it directly to see if other editors would sign it. As a result, I received a private message from Ju Zi when I reached 2 words, which made me very grateful to her.

Otherwise, this book might have been stillborn.

2: The most memorable requests for updates.

Yes, this book is updated regularly at 3 PM, and has only been delayed twice so far.

The first time it was delayed, it wasn't even available for purchase yet. A reader commented in this chapter urging for an update, and he's still a trainee today, which left a deep impression on me.

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Does this count?

3: Fun moments of interacting with fellow book lovers.

Ok……

Because I haven't been interacting with everyone in the group much lately...

All I can say is that I hope this book can get back on track as soon as possible, so that I can be in the same mood as before, building relationships with everyone in the group (not really).

Basically, I read everyone's comments on this chapter, and I'll like and comment on anything interesting.

I still hope that more people will write this chapter and say "Ahhhhhhhh".

4: New Year's greetings to readers and other New Year-themed content.

祝，

All customizable,

Full subscription

Book lovers of this book

Find your destined soulmate in the New Year!

Married people may have a son soon.

Those who have given birth will live to be a hundred years old.

Ok.

Chapter 93 Pneumonia? Just a minor cold!

2023-01-26

Xiao Yao's uncle, while cursing in Shanghai dialect, drove out his Xiali taxi and honked the horn twice.

“You’re such a rascal, you’re really something else,” the uncle said, lighting a cigarette as he watched Xiao Yao carry Shen Jie to the back seat of the car. “You’ve really got some clout to come to my hometown to raise a daughter.”

"Thank you, Uncle." Xiao Yao shook the girl in his arms. "How are you now? Hang in there a little longer!"

"Cough cough cough, cough cough cough cough, it's nothing, I just feel dizzy and weak," Shen Jie said.

"Won't die!" Uncle stepped on the gas, and the car shot forward, causing Xiao Yao to lean back.

"That's wrong..." The uncle continued cursing as he sped along the empty road like a teenager, "Fuck your mother's uncle..."

“You are my maternal uncle,” Xiao Yao reminded him.

"#%……&……￥"

The Xiali taxi came to a smooth stop in front of the First People's Hospital of Shanghai. The uncle turned off the engine, got out of the car, and helped Xiao Yao put Shen Jie on his back.

"Slow down, don't drop the little girl!" the uncle shouted from behind Xiao Yao, who was running wildly.

Just then, a family opened the back seat of the car and helped an elderly woman with gray hair into the car.

"Get down!" Uncle glared at him. "Don't run now!"

Xiao Yao carried Shen Jie into the emergency department, placed her on a plastic chair in the corridor, and grabbed the counter at the triage area.

"What's wrong with you?" The nurse wearing a mask looked up at him.

"Fever, fever!" Xiao Yao gasped for breath.

"Go over there to register. Do you have your medical insurance card or social security card?"

Xiao Yao froze, realizing he'd rushed out and forgotten everything except the China Construction Bank zodiac card: "Uh..."

"Here, medical insurance card, use mine." His uncle appeared behind him at some point and handed a medical record with the social security card embedded in it to the registration window: "You can use a new medical record."

"Thank you, Uncle," Xiao Yao said.

"What nonsense."

Xiao Yao filled in the name "Shen Tianyun" on the blank medical record. After a brief inquiry, the emergency room doctor arranged for Shen Jie to have a CT scan, while Xiao Yao was responsible for paying the fees.

Xiao Yao recalled that when he was in elementary school, his father often complained that hospitals were all money-grabbing institutions, and that they would make him do a CT scan for a minor cold without warning.

However, since things had come to this point, Xiao Yao had no choice but to comply.

Fortunately, the emergency room process is not as complicated as the outpatient process, and you don't need to run up and down the stairs to pay. However, Xiao Yao still ran from one end to the other and then back again.

In the past, when he was sick and came to the hospital, his parents would run up and down the stairs for him. But in the year he had lived in Shanghai, he hadn't been to the hospital even once. So Xiao Yao was really like a headless fly, running around aimlessly.

Xiao Yao's uncle didn't seem to want to help, but fortunately, after asking around, he finally managed to complete all the formalities.

A great sense of accomplishment! Skill point +1.

Standing outside the CT room, my uncle took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"Sir, smoking is not allowed in the hospital," a nurse reminded him.

"Did I light a fire?" the uncle asked dismissively. "How long have you been together?"

"Huh? You're telling me?" It took Xiao Yao several seconds to react.