Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

"what happened?"

Seeing that Chen Ming hadn't moved and was sweating profusely, Gu Qing looked up at him with concern and said—

"Is it hot? I'll go turn on the air conditioner."

No, no.

Chen Ming forced a smile, and a terrible thought suddenly popped into his head: should he try to trick Mr. Gu into forgetting that he had read his novel?

Chen Ming noticed that he had only read the first dozen or so episodes, which were relatively normal...

If you see a paid section...

Chen Ming licked his lips, half-jokingly saying that it might mean he had to kill someone to silence them.

He was inwardly lamenting that when he wrote this novel, very few people actually read it, with fewer than four thousand clicks per day. He thought that if he started charging for it, even fewer people would read it.

So I started to let loose and wrote two naughty but entertaining plots to relieve my boredom during college...

As long as the grades aren't good, even if you stop writing halfway through, you'll be forgiven—it's practically perfect.

Then someone brought a treasure chest.

That's a tool that can be used to gather readers to read books.

More than 10,000 people came at once...

huh huh...

A lesson learned the hard way.

Chen Ming considered himself a very decent person, but things always seemed to go wrong.

He pursed his lips.

Should we just delete the book? It seems that a certain novel website recently launched a book deletion function, allowing those old eunuchs to change their ways and start anew.

As long as I delete all the eunuch books, I will no longer have eunuchs.

Now it might come in handy.

I don't want the few hundred dollars a month that's still considered "corpse money" (meaning income generated after a book is completed or abandoned).

Chen Ming, of course, is determined to finish the book properly.

They even occasionally release bonus chapters.

Although I'll definitely do it next time now, after all, I have so many wives and I'm too busy having fun to think about studying.

While Chen Ming was lost in his own thoughts.

Mr. Gu noticed the three of them coming in, looked up at the door, exchanged a glance with his wife, and then his gaze fell on Gu Qing and Chen Ming.

He first glanced at Chen Ming, paused for a long time, and then looked at Gu Qing's concerned expression.

His expression changed slightly, but he quickly concealed it.

He stood up, trying to straighten his back. His body, still weak from recovering from a serious illness, was weak, but his voice was steady.

"Mr. Chen Ming, this way please."

"Hey?"

Chen Ming blinked. It wasn't surprising that Mr. Gu spoke to him first; in their eyes, he should be a guest and couldn't be left out.

But the polite tone was unexpected for Chen Ming... Perhaps this is how it is in large families? Always polite to everyone first? A case of courtesy before force?

Mr. Gu then said to Gu Qing—

"Gu Qing...please sit down."

"..."

Gu Qing glanced at him but didn't say anything more. Having experienced life and death and so many truths, things were different; in the past, she would have definitely snapped back.

Perhaps it was because Chen Ming was there, comforting Gu Qing and influencing her behavior.

Mr. Gu saw it all.

Chen Ming and Gu Qing sat down opposite her parents, becoming two groups of men and women... Ah, this really felt like meeting the parents, this subtle awkwardness.

Chen Ming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mr. Gu turn off his phone screen.

It seems my social death will have to be postponed.

He looked at the table; it wasn't some fancy delicacy, but rather ordinary-looking soy milk and fried dough sticks, along with some porridge and eggs.

It looks no different from a regular breakfast, except that it looks a bit better than what you find on the street.

"Come."

Aunt Bai smiled warmly, making everyone feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze, and poured soy milk for everyone, placing it in front of them.

When she placed it in front of Gu Qing, she was clearly a little nervous, but Gu Qing just watched her movements without saying anything, so she breathed a sigh of relief and then showed a happy expression.

Gu Qing was not as resistant as before.

This is a good sign.

But seeing Chen Ming beside her, she felt a pang of worry.

"Thank you, Aunt Bai."

Chen Ming is a polite child in front of outsiders. He stood up and took the bowl and chopsticks. It's impossible for him to sit down and take them from an elder who is standing. They are not so familiar with each other that they can be so casual.

He sat down again and gradually calmed down.

Actually, if you think about it carefully, Mr. Gu might not even know that he wrote the novel, right? He used a pen name, not his real name…

Mr. Gu suddenly changed the subject—

"I was just looking at Mr. Chen Ming's work."

Click...

Chen Ming cracked open.

It was as if I could hear myself shattering into pieces...

Yes, yes, how could Mr. Gu possibly find a novel that's been buried deep in obscurity to read for no reason? He must have done his research before he became interested.

Chen Ming used to laugh heartily whenever he heard his friends in the authors' group talk about the terrible things that happened to them after their novels were discovered by acquaintances.

Is it finally my turn?

The way of heaven is reincarnation, who has heaven spared?

Why the hell?

They must be silenced!

The sword in Chen Ming's spatial bag pulsed rhythmically with his shameful heart.

Chapter 656 Execution of Chen Ming

What exactly does Mr. Gu mean?

Chen Ming is now extremely sensitive, facing a life-or-death moment, one of the biggest crises of his life.

It's like when you're secretly thinking about playing with adult content in your room and your mom suddenly comes in to clean the room—there's only one word to describe this feeling.

Cardiac and pulmonary arrest.

What would happen if my parents saw my novel? My dad would probably just give me a strange look and feel a little embarrassed, and pretend he didn't know anything.

Of course, I will carefully read what my son wrote afterwards.

But what if Mom saw it...?

No, don't stop me, I'm going to drown myself!

Just imagining the scene sent shivers down Chen Ming's spine. His mother, who always liked to bully his son and daughter, that seemingly young but actually terrifying old woman…

They would definitely laugh and loudly discuss the plot in front of him, and then proclaim it to all the uncles and aunts, saying it was a torture comparable to hell.

What was Mr. Gu's reaction?

Chen Ming gripped his chopsticks tightly, his face turning somewhat pale as he looked at Mr. Gu.

The other person's brows furrowed slightly, but it seemed to be just a genuine question; there was no embarrassment in their eyes, only deep contemplation.

As if Chen Ming's work were something profound, requiring careful contemplation to comprehend, he slowly began to speak—

"I read Mr. Chen Ming's work twice..."

pat.

The chopsticks in Chen Ming's hand cracked in several places, almost breaking in his grip. His face remained expressionless, but inwardly he was screaming in agony—

I've already finished watching it! I even watched it twice!

The situation is beyond repair.

Cerberus sensed Chen Ming's feelings. The little dog looked up at its master, and the flying sword in the space bag was trembling. The dog helped him take out a bit of the hilt.

"..."

Chen Ming looked down at the dog sitting on his lap and twitched his lips.

Thank you, dog, but I still can't do anything.

Chen Ming pushed the sword hilt back into his spatial bag.

Mr. Gu, oblivious to anything amiss, became engrossed in deep thought and commented—

"To write a book at such a young age is remarkable."

"...Where, where?"

"A person's character can also be reflected in their writing. Mr. Chen Ming's writing style is simple and concise. Meeting him today, I can see that his personality is just like his writing."

Mr. Gu said sincerely.

And Chen Ming...

"..."