Shen Ying is a platinum-level author on the website, and as the CEO, Ma Qie naturally prioritizes protecting the top authors, forcing the transparent Gu Qiusha to apologize.
Zuzi wasn’t in a hurry, leisurely saying, "If it weren’t for the sake of your brother, Director Ma, our paintings wouldn’t be serialized for you. Are you sure you want to go against the Ancestor?"
Funny enough, even though Zuzi spoke in a calm tone, Ma Qie felt a sudden jolt over the phone.
It felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, an indescribable pressure!
"I, I can’t possibly be unjust and speak for the plagiarist, right? I have to be fair and just!" Ma Qie stamred after a long pause.
Damn it, when did he, the unequivocal CEO, ever get pushed to this point by a small artist?
Where did this small artist get such confidence?
Zuzi’s lips slightly curved up, lazy in deanor: "Alright then, the Ancestor will show you what fairness and justice are. If you dare to act rashly, don’t regret it later."
Ma Qie hesitated for a mont.
On one side was pressure from Shen Ying’s fans, and on the other was the formidable aura of Zuzi standing her ground. He gritted his teeth and decided... to stay on the fence for another two minutes.
==
Bao Gucheng had prepared four dishes and a soup, placed them on the table, and was ready to call the little woman on the sofa to eat.
He found her lounging on the sofa, having great fun playing with her smartwatch.
What a child she is...
So obsessed with toys.
He thought.
But the next second.
The man’s gaze skimd over the hem of Zuzi’s long dress...
And found that because she was lounging so comfortably on the sofa, the hem had unknowingly lifted a bit, revealing her rare, jade-like legs.
Truly an epito of fair skin and delicate bones, soft and ethereal!
Bao Gucheng’s Adam’s apple bobbed.
The gesture to call her to dinner paused.
His gaze swiftly diverted montarily, lowered, and then calmly returned.
He stood silently by the dining table, quietly placing the soup back into the simring pot, staring intently at the rare and splendid view before him.
Hmm, as a gentleman, he shouldn’t interrupt soone while they’re on a call.
He was, after all, a very polite man.
Zuzi lounged casually on the sofa, treating it as if it were The Queen Mother of the West’s peach branch, playfully swinging her little feet while scrolling through Weibo.
"Hmm, drowning our four little cuties’ speeches, right? Hehe..."
With a light touch of her slender fingers, she tapped on Weibo.
In a flick of her fingers, it was like turning clouds into rain!
==
At this mont.
Gu Shiyin, in her boudoir, opened a bottle of champagne to celebrate.
Yin Hu had just ssaged her back. Although it was delayed and not as passionate as before, he still showed respect and admiration: "Miss Gu, is this collector’s edition of ’Five Animal Frolics’ really for ? Can I practice with it?"
"Of course. It’s scanned especially for you. If there’s anything you don’t understand, feel free to ask ."
"Thank... thank you, Miss Gu."
"You’re welco. I’ll treat you to a al soti."
"No... no thanks, Mr. Bo punished to clean the bathroom, I can’t leave my post..."
"Ah, it’s all my fault."
"It’s my own issue, Miss Gu."
She took a sip of champagne, a silent smile playing on her lips.
To win over a man, catering to his interests is crucial.
No one knew she also had an alias as a psychological analyst, having thoroughly studied the minds of both n and won.
It’s just a pity that Bao Gucheng was too busy tonight. Otherwise, celebrating with champagne and subtly lanting about that little transparent Qianshan plagiarizing her work would surely evoke his protective instincts and pity.
Oh right, that obscure little artist should have already been blacklisted by Penguin Reading by now, right?
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