It was just a love letter; I'm really no great writer!

"Surprised?"

Di Qingling lightly tapped her wine glass with her fingertips, the sound of the pipa song ringing out.

Lu Ran suddenly realized.

No wonder I haven't heard any pipa music since Friday.

Di Qingling didn't come to Huaizhong after her acting audition that morning, so naturally she couldn't play the pipa to match her own performance...

"I...I didn't expect it to be you."

With the long-held doubts finally resolved, Lu Ran didn't feel as relaxed as he had expected.

To say that there were any romantic thoughts involved would be an exaggeration.

It also depends on looks.

He considered it might be Gu Xian, Professor Xie, or the pipa player from another school.

Even boys...

It turned out to be someone I knew well.

A strange sense of destiny rose in my heart.

"What, besides inviting me to dinner, do you have other intentions?" Di Qingling blinked.

"They definitely have ulterior motives." Lu Ran nodded.

Di Qingling's long eyelashes trembled, her eyes glistening, and her pink earlobes turned a deep ruby: "What...do you want?"

Another victory!

Lu Ran was secretly pleased with himself for turning the tables and teasing Sister Di, and then slowly said:

I want a sister...

"Give me……

"Would you be willing to be my secretary?"

Upon hearing this, Di Qingling's eyes widened, staring at him in disbelief. "Me, be your, secretary?"

She was truly impressed by this sixth brother.

Why don't you use rubber bands to make a slingshot and smash other people's windows?

Lu Ran has thought things through very thoroughly and has many IPs in his possession, but he is struggling to find professionals to operate and develop them.

Although Ms. Oda is trustworthy, her main profession is an English teacher, and she has already done her best to help him with publishing.

Di Qingling is a director, who is skilled at turning words into a visual stage, making her a perfect match for him.

She didn't say anything.

Lu Ran quickly played the emotional card: "Look, we're so compatible musically, and our stage play collaborations are absolutely amazing. Having you is like a fish having water!"

Di Qingling's eyes flickered: "Then should I call you 'Lord'?"

"Anything is fine," Lu Ran said with a grin.

"No way." Di Qingling gave him a reproachful smile. "I'm very busy. Besides, your task is to study hard. What do you need a secretary for?"

"Okay." Lu Ran was slightly disappointed.

But I understand.

She's a producer at the Central Academy of Fine Arts and the director of "Parasite," how could she possibly abandon everything to follow me?

"However, since you once wrote me a love poem, I can... spare some time to help you with a small favor." Di Qingling smiled sweetly.

"Really? I happen to need your help with something!"

The thing that has kept Lu Ran busy lately is that "White Night Walk" is going to be adapted into a film and television series.

Although he is the author, he doesn't know how to connect with others at all.

If Di Qingling, who is well-versed in the film and television industry, were to handle it, it would save him a lot of energy and effort.

"Oh, that's nothing."

Di Qingling said casually, "I'll invest 49% to set up your personal studio, and then hire someone to handle all kinds of business."

Lu Ran listened to her explain some of the industry's intricacies and nodded repeatedly.

If it were him, he would definitely have made a mistake.

For example, Yue0 Group developed a streamlined development process in order to earn more copyright licensing fees.

They outsourced a large number of IPs to some no-name film and television companies.

Simply hiring popular celebrities without paying attention to the story itself will inevitably lead to a collapse in reputation...

Reading can be monetized beautifully, but the authors are the ones who suffer.

"Tsk, I didn't expect such a big company to be such a makeshift operation."

Fortunately, I asked Di Qingling for help.

"The White Night Walk is very popular in China and Japan recently. Its author can be said to have become famous overnight, but he is a very mysterious person... I should have realized that it was yours." Di Qingling sighed.

Lu Ran smiled shyly.

As dusk approached, twilight descended.

After dinner, Di Qingling saw him off from the theater, as there was still some wrap-up work to do.

After saying goodbye, Lu Ran went to the subway station to take the subway.

Standing on the subway on the way back, Lu Ran held the handrail and looked at the handsome young man with clear features reflected in the glass.

"So the pipa player was Sister Di..."

Oh, whoever has such an intelligent and gentle older sister is so lucky!

She definitely doesn't have a boyfriend.

I just don't know if she's ever been in a relationship before...

……

Sunday afternoon.

Inside the chilly McDonald's.

"My sister?"

"Um."

"How could she have ever been in a relationship? She's abstinent."

Di Lingyan, focused on eating the egg tarts, glanced at Lu Ran sideways and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

"Abstinence-based..."

Lu Ran pondered for a moment, "Oh, a friend of mine asked me to ask that."

"Is this friend you're talking about yourself?" Di Lingyan sneered. "Don't pretend, everyone knows what kind of person you are."

Lu Ran was somewhat embarrassed: "What kind of person am I?"

"His nickname is 'Poet of Love Letters,' don't you think?"

Di Lingyan wiped the crumbs from his lips. "But I advise you, don't write love letters to my sister. She doesn't fall for that."

"...Why?"

"I told you she's abstinent."

Di Lingyan pouted, "When she was in college, she had a teaching assistant in the Chinese department who fell in love with her at first sight. Over four years, he wrote her hundreds of love letters."

"Is that exaggerated?"

"Even my sister, who's usually so aloof, was almost moved by him, but then..."

Di Lingyan said with disgust, "You can't tell from the surface at all. Highly educated, talented, and with a gentle and refined appearance, but actually he's a real womanizer behind the scenes!"

How much does it cost?

"I heard he secretly smokes, drinks, and cheats on his girlfriend!"

"Damn, it's all show and no substance." Lu Ran took a bite of the chicken leg.

"So, if you write a love letter to my sister, you're dancing on a minefield," Di Lingyan chuckled. "She hates guys like you the most—self-proclaimed geniuses who are fickle scumbags."

...Lu Ran's face darkened.

It's over.

All the goodwill I felt towards you was wiped out instantly.

Seeing Lu Ran's discomfiture, Di Lingyan laughed even harder.

—Serves them right.

I told you you like writing love letters.

This afternoon, members of the Liangran Literary Society agreed to meet here for an important strategic meeting regarding the "Huaizhong Pictorial".

"Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Di Lingyan checked the time.

"..." Lu Ran held his breath, pretending to be nonchalant.

Wearing a baseball cap and a denim skirt, Xia Liang had already sneaked in.

He hid in the corner and didn't show himself. He squatted there for several minutes and even winked at him.

At this moment, Xia Liang had already sneaked up behind Di Lingyan, blindfolded her, and asked in a gruff voice, "Guess who I am?"

"President! Can't you be a little more composed?!" Di Lingyan shouted angrily.

"You guessed wrong, I am Li Xingping."

"Ugh..." Di Lingyan shouted angrily, "Star Bottle, can't you be a little more composed?!"

"Hahaha, actually it's me, Xia Liangda!"

Xia Liang proudly pulled out a statistics sheet from her bag. "Look! The sales figures for this week's magazine are in—sold out! Completely sold out!"

She plopped down on the soft seat next to Lu Ran, picked up Di Lingyan's cola, and took a sip: "Ha~ We can expand production next week and enter the entire Huaicheng region!"

"Yay!" Di Lingyan was overjoyed. "All that time I practiced the flute has finally come in handy."

"Hmm—!" Xia Liang nodded.

"Everyone deserves credit. Our band's performance played a pivotal role in turning the tide, and Lu Ran's 'Pipa Xing' also went viral. In short..."

"All of you gentlemen will be richly rewarded!"

"Once everyone has arrived, we'll reward those who contributed!"

Xia Liang patted Lu Ran on the shoulder, looking utterly pleased, "Especially little Lu, he deserves a great reward!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" Lu Ran said obsequiously. "What does Your Majesty wish to bestow upon this humble subject?"

Xia Liang hesitated for a moment, then said, "I will bestow upon you the titles of Flame Consort and Bottle Consort, and I will play the flute and dance for you every night..."

"Get out of here!" Di Lingyan's expression changed instantly, and she pounced on Xia Liang angrily.

Di Lingyan caught sight of Li Xingping as she entered and called out, "Xingping, come help me quickly! Xia Liang said she's going to give you to Lu Ran!"

"Fine! I'll scratch you to death!" Li Xingping roared, rushing over to scratch Xia Liang's armpits.

"Ah!" Xia Liang twisted and turned desperately, letting out a sharp scream.

Three vibrant young girls were playing and laughing together.

Lu Ran sat upright, feeling as if daggers were sweeping across him from all around.

Passersby, seeing the energetic girls playing around, felt their lividity fade.

How nice, even the corpses are warm.

Seeing Lu Ran again, hmm... I should offer incense to this kid in advance.