Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
A cross-genre publicity event would yield priceless results to popularity of the ics. But, there wouldn’t be much benefit to the famous artist himself. Furthermore, from the pany’s point of view, Eurasian ics wouldn’t stand to gain much either.
The only beneficiary of such a collaboration would be the ics and its author. The more Yu Lili thought about it, the clearer it became for her.
It was Ou Ming.
Eurasian ics was one of his subsidiary panies, so he must have known of her works and her career
Ou Ming must have gotten one of his subordinates to help her with the publicity. Once her reputation as a ic artist was well-established, it would pave the way for her future works. Unfortunately, Ou Ming had met with such a disaster.
Hold on! If Ou Ming would go to such lengths for her sake, he must have been serious about her!
Yu Lili refused to believe that he would do so if he had treated her as merely a girlfriend or a mistress.
So, since his feelings had been sincere, why did he say such harsh things the day before? Not just the day before, but previously before that and even further before that…
Yu Lili couldn’t understand the motives of his actions. To be more concise, she had never understood this man.
He was emotionally volatile and had always been insufferably overbearing. He never spoke his thoughts or explained his actions, making it impossible for those around him to guess what he was thinking.
“Uncle Wen, when were you asked to do the publicity for me?” Yu Lili asked.
“Probably last month. I was in Fujian then, and someone from Eurasian ics came specially to discuss it with me,” he said.
Yu Lili nodded her head. The flame that had ignited in her heart slowly went out again.
Times had changed. Ou Ming was no longer the same person as he was then.
She smiled at Wen Fenglin and nodded her head, “I see. Thanks for telling me, Uncle Wen. Why don’t you sit a little while longer, I’ll head off to work on my draft. I can’t delay the next release for too long. Otherwise, the readers will get mad.”
“Sure. Go on.” Wen Fenglin nodded his agreement.
Yu Lili left immediately. After she reached home, for a long time, even with the stylus in her hand, she was unable to e up with anything due to the mess in her mind.
Wen Fenglin’s words, Old Mrs. Shen’s words, as well as Ou Ming and Jiao Ziqing’s voices were meshed together in a mind-numbing cacophony. It was annoying.
Ou Ming isn’t doing too well at the moment.
Not too well? How bad exactly was that?
Someone from Eurasian ics came specially to discuss it with me.
The costs and funds associated with hiring a famous artist to do a cross-genre publicity event were enormous. Such a man… a man who treated her such…
The hand Yu Lili was using to hold the stylus shrank back a little. Her mind wandered off to think about Ou Ming.
What was his situation like now?
Her cell phone suddenly rang. The unexpected ringing caused Yu Lili to jump out of her skin. The stylus fell from her hand, and landed on the floor with a soft thud. It was Old Mrs. Shen calling.
Yu Lili waited until she regained her wits about her before answering the call. It turned out that Old Mrs. Shen was just feeling bored and had called for a chitchat. Yu Lili humored her for a while and hung up soon after.
After she hung up the phone, her heart’s desire to see Ou Ming became increasingly stronger with every passing moment. She wanted to see him.
Yu Lili kept her stylus and, more to convince herself than anything else, said, “Ou Ming, I’ll go check if you’re dead yet.”
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