I am not a literary giant

For the next two days, Prince Xu remained in a state of spiritual detachment, walking unsteadily, as if he had just had a wonderful dream.

At the same time, he carefully maintained his composure, trying his best not to let anyone see his inner turmoil. Everyone, including his wife, superiors, and colleagues, felt that he seemed more silent than usual, but they couldn't figure out why.

Only when he is alone will Wang Zixu's face light up with a confident smile as he reminisces about his brilliant performance and kingly play that day.

He doesn't indulge in the pleasure of infidelity. He won't cheat. Besides, that's too superficial; no matter how much Junichi Watanabe embellishes or exaggerates it, it remains superficial.

In reality, whether it's autumn songs, spring outings, winter insects, or summer grass, it doesn't matter who he's chatting with. Apart from Wen Ai, he won't have any interaction with her life.

What he cares about is being recognized.

He possessed both the ability to attract women and the ability to earn ten thousand yuan in two hours. He achieved success in the conventional sense, and was not seen as a failure mired in a midlife crisis. He was recognized.

This is a power, an authority. Power can be addictive, and this kind of power is no exception.

Wang Zixu now understands Oscar Wilde's words more deeply: "Everything in life is related to sex, except sex. Sex is related to power."

At the same time, after experiencing genuine speech therapy, his opinion of the app changed.

When he wrote scripts before, he carried a certain aversion to his work and self-contempt—of course, he was self-satisfied with his writing and felt that he was upright and far from despicable—but he always harbored a sense of immorality about his work motives. After all, his goal was to make money, and the service he provided was to offer libido.

However, after actually undergoing speech therapy, he was shocked to discover that Zuo Ziliang was right.

Qiu Ge told him about her confusion and doubts, and shared her pain and struggles. He was not just creating libido for her; he was giving her the courage to face life.

A knife can be used to kill or to save lives. In the hands of a butcher, it's a butcher's knife; in the hands of a doctor, it's a scalpel. What kind of knife it is depends on how the doctor uses their skills.

The scripts he wrote for Wen Ai undoubtedly led her toward the scalpel. For Wen Ai to continue moving in this direction, he needed to consistently demonstrate his passion and continuously produce scripts of equal quality.

He was trying to transform something that most people considered vulgar into an elegant endeavor. There was a touch of tragic heroism in his actions.

Whether Wen Ai can maintain his elegance depends on how long he can continue dancing. Indeed, as Zuo Ziliang said, Wen Ai is jazz; he is improvising.

Wang Zixu stood in front of the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. Sunlight streamed through the bathroom screen, casting slanted rays that illuminated the floating dust and blurred his reflection.

"Run! Prince Xu, run!" he said, "Run until you have no strength left to run!"

……

The next day at work, he received a message from the Wen'ai app on his phone, notifying him of a special order waiting for him to accept. It was from Qiu Ge.

He put it aside for a long time after seeing it. After finishing his work, he found that Qiu Ge had not canceled it. After hesitating for a long time, he finally chose to accept it.

The message came almost instantly:

I know we agreed yesterday it would only be once, but after talking to you, I've been suppressing the urge to speak to you. It's been agonizing. So I've decided to be impulsive this time; it's the last time. I want to say one last thing to you.

Wang Zixu sent a message: 【Tell me what you have to say first.】

I read a book today, and even inhaled the fragrance emanating from its pages—it was truly delightful. It's been a long time since I've read a book so intently. Thank you.

Just for that one sentence?

Just for that one sentence.

【Okay. Got it.】

[Aren't you going to ask what kind of book it is?]

Even if you try to lure me with my favorite thing, I won't fall for it—as soon as I ask, it means I've willingly fallen for you.

You're making me sound like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, tempting Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. I'm clearly not like that.

But because I am the Little Prince, and the Little Prince was bitten to death by a snake, I must be extra careful.

Don't worry. I might bite you, but I definitely won't kill you.

If they continued talking, they'd have to drive. Wang Zixu ignored her. Their conversation came to an end. In the afternoon, the hypocritical Qiu Ge placed another order, which Wang Zixu accepted immediately.

There's one last thing I want to say to you, no matter what. This really is the last thing I want to say.

【Then you speak.】

I went to a seminar today, or rather, I thought it was a seminar, but I ended up walking the whole time. My feet are so swollen and painful! Look!

Along with the message came a photo showing a snow-white foot with a lake-blue high heel hooked at the toe, and an elegant pearl anklet hanging on the instep.

The Little Prince: [Don't send real-life photos to strangers, as it will reveal your true identity.]

Qiu Ge: [How could that be? It's just a high heel. Do you think you could find me with just a high heel?]

Why not? Cinderella was found with just one glass slipper.

But it was the prince who found Cinderella; you're just a little prince, and what can a little prince do? Hehe.

Don't underestimate the Little Prince. Some aspects of him can be quite grand—I mean, his ambition.

For the next two days, Qiu Ge kept issuing him orders, only saying a word or two each time. Even when Wang Zixu raised the minimum order to 60 yuan per session, the other party still issued orders without hesitation.

Wang Zixu was amazed by the other woman's extravagance and began to understand why some girls, after making quick money, could never settle down for the rest of their lives. If one doesn't have inner principles, it's easy to feel that everything is within reach, thus allowing reason and bottom lines to both loosen.

……

Some people at work still tease Wang Zixu about the "great writer," but the hype has died down, and people's interest has clearly shifted. He's now living a life of ease.

On his way to work that day, Wang Zixu went about his work as usual. Zhang Cangnian strolled in, carrying a teacup, looking around. Wang Zixu was used to this and ignored him.

As a result, Zhang Cangnian spoke up himself, saying in a strong voice, "I haven't seen you do anything these days."

Wang Zixu looked up, bewildered, not understanding the meaning behind his words, and said, "I sometimes take walks at night, so I probably didn't run into you."

Zhang Cangnian clicked his tongue and said, "I wasn't talking about this event. Didn't you go and talk to Director Gou about it?"

The prince opened his mouth slightly: "What are you talking about?"

Zhang Cangnian asked in surprise, "You didn't know?"

"What's wrong?"

"Tsk, the evaluation is coming up soon." Zhang Cangnian looked at him like he was looking at his ignorant nephew.

Prince Xu belatedly realized what was happening and said, "Oh."

"Oh what? You didn't do any preparation at all?" Zhang Cangnian said. "If you don't make some moves soon, do you still want a promotion?"