Chapter 247: How Absolutely Infuriating, Hmph.
The next day.
Bai Ming took off her frog outfit and put on her intellectual yet sexy OL short skirt outfit.
She neatly arranged her hair, applied a light blush, put on her exquisite gold-rimmed glasses, and dressed up like the typical appearance Gongzi Shuiming showed to others.
Then, taking a deep breath, she pushed open Sang Zhe’s room door.
Inside, Sang Zhe was already sitting on a chair, crossing his legs with a playful smile on his face as he looked at her.
“Welcome, Miss Shuiming.”
“You must know why I’m here today, right?”
Shuiming took a deep breath, biting her silver teeth slightly, with an expression of shame and anger flickering:
“How did you find out about my other account?”
“How I know isn’t important.”
Sang Zhe smiled, arms crossed: “But whether others will find out about it, that depends on Miss Shuiming’s performance.”
“From what I gather, Miss Shuiming is a well-known pure love literature author, right?”
“So your readers are mostly sweet-love fans of the pure love warrior, I assume?”
“Now, if they find out that the author they idolize, beneath that pure facade, is actually indulged in writing extreme NTR novels—”
“How would they see you?” Sang Zhe teased, gazing at her.
Shuiming’s eyes flashed with shame and anger as she looked at Sang Zhe, her eyes red.
“What… what do you want to do to me? I’ll tell you, no matter how you humiliate me, I won’t yield to you!”
Sang Zhe: ?
Why does this feel like something I’ve heard before?
Are you also a masochist?
“Don’t worry, how could I possibly humiliate you?”
Sang Zhe walked over to Shuiming with an evil grin, playfully tracing a finger across her cheek under her shameful and trembling gaze.
“I am the type who cherishes beauty. A stunning beauty like Miss Shuiming, with such a good figure and pretty face, if I don’t treat you well, it would be wasting a treasure.”
“I know best how to pamper women,” he whispered teasingly into Shuiming’s ear.
Shuiming’s body trembled like she’d been shocked, her cheeks flushed, her breathing quickened, and her legs felt weak.
Images from her novels began to vaguely appear in her mind.
C-could this man be violently ravaging me—
“I want you—”
Sang Zhe grinned wickedly: “To work day and night without sleeping or eating, writing steamy novels non-stop!”
“Ten thousand words a day, no weekends off, and you must reach your full quota every week—no fluff, all climax, no filler!”
Gongzi Shuiming: “…Huh?”
Looking at Gongzi Shuiming’s confused expression, Sang Zhe revealed a knowing smile.
How to ruin a song you love most?
Answer: Set it as an alarm clock to wake you up every day.
How to ruin someone’s hobby?
Answer: Make it your job and repeat it every day.
Sang Zhe had learned from Nian Nian that Gongzi Shuiming’s biggest passion was writing steamy novels.
So, to use Gongzi Shuiming’s only weakness to blackmail her into complete submission, he would have to make her watch her beloved hobby get destroyed bit by bit.
Don’t you like writing steamy stories?
Great!
I’ll make you write!
Lock you in a small dark room, having you write non-stop for twenty-four hours a day!
At least ten chapters a day, no fluff, no bad puns, all must meet reader demands for maximum satisfaction.
Make you do this for ten days, a month, half a year!
By the time that’s done, you’ll be stuck watching something you once loved morph into something torturous.
You’ll never want to write steamy stories again and even seeing them would cause PTSD, making you terrified to look!
If you don’t want your only passion to turn into your nightmare…
You’d better obediently submit to me and become my servant, spying on Bai Ming’s intel for me!
After mentally reviewing his plan, Sang Zhe felt confident.
This was practically his comfort zone, like returning to that magical prison to interrogate fairies.
So right!
Of course, as a capitalist, he could exploit a little extra surplus value as well.
“Oh, and from now on, all the income from your steamy novels, all website earnings must be submitted in full, and readers’ money will be split seventy-thirty.”
“Why only seventy percent?” Shuiming protested.
“Seventy percent goes to me,” Sang Zhe said, raising his chin, “your thirty percent will depend on my mood.”
“That’s basically begging for scraps on your knees!” Shuiming retorted angrily.
“Right now, it seems you’re indeed begging on your knees.”
Sang Zhe sneered, prideful: “Understand this, I’m the one coercing you!”
“Whatever I say, you’d better obey. Otherwise… Hmph. You wouldn’t want to be chased online and berated by your pure love warrior readers every night, right?”
Shuiming stared furiously at him, her eyes slightly red with tears, feeling wronged yet helpless, biting her lip.
With her intellectual yet sexy work attire, Sang Zhe suddenly felt the thrill of being a corporate leader exploiting female employees.
“I… I get it.”
In the end, her voice came out weary and dejected: “I’ll do as you say…”
“Please… don’t tell my readers.”
“Very good.”
Sang Zhe stood up, tidying his outfit, casually saying: “In a couple of days, I might head back to the Demon Cult.”
“Every day, you must complete the tasks on time and send them to me using the communication device. I’ll check every day.”
“If any day goes by without my message… you know the consequences.”
Sang Zhe leaned closer to her ear as he said this.
Shuiming shivered slightly, biting her lip, nodding.
“Alright, you can leave.”
Sang Zhe sat back down in his chair, casually waving her off.
Shuiming shot him a resentful glare.
Then she turned and left.
Sang Zhe watched her retreating figure, feeling a sense of relief.
“Nian Nian, has Shuiming’s favorability increased?”
“It’s up by five percent,” Nian Nian’s voice chimed in, “But that’s only fifteen percent, not nearly enough.”
“Don’t rush.”
Sang Zhe said confidently: “Let the bullets fly a little longer.”
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On the other side.
Just outside the door, Shuiming was leaned against the wall in the corridor.
Her breath was rapid, her heart racing, and a strange light sparkled in her eyes.
Making her write steamy novels every day…
Could there really be such a good thing?
The life she had dreamed of was finally within reach—being free to write what she loves every day.
However, the pressures of reality forced her to pretend to fulfill the identity of the Floating Splendor Commerce leader, navigating various powers and major cultivators.
Usually busy managing the commerce affairs, she only had stolen moments to scribble.
That irritating Sang Zhe, making it impossible for her to focus on commerce tonight, instead she should obediently write her beloved steamy novels.
Hmm.
How absolutely infuriating, she thought joyfully.
