Watching the group's buddies pile on the mockery under Versailles Tricolor's lead, Li Bin clenched his fists hard.
All these assholes joined the group after him! Sure, he can't even sign a contract now, but experience-wise, he's got way more under his belt than them. If his old book hadn't gotten canned, he'd be pulling at least 8,000 average subs by now.
Plus, he was just spitting facts and hyping up that newbie.
He didn't expect these pricks to jump on him over his words clashing with Versailles Tricolor's, and with his three failed contract attempts as ammo, they wouldn't quit shitting on him.
What pissed Li Bin off most was even the newbie who asked the question joined in to mock him.
Li Bin wanted to clap back, but after thinking it over, this group only respects results—and he had jack shit to show right now. Talking more would just make him a bigger target for humiliation.
Arguing with these clowns would only make them hate him more. And even if he won the fight, what's the point? The ones who look down on him would still do it. Better to shut up.
With that hit, Li Bin's mood tanked hard. The buzz he'd had from Wen Lan evaporated instantly.
Writing's always been Li Bin's thing, and pumping out a killer book, getting props from tons of readers, and publishing to prove himself has been his dream forever.
This road's been a bitch, and Li Bin's wanted to quit from discouragement more times than he can count. But in the end, his love for writing always kept him going.
Now more than ever, he can't throw in the towel!
He's taken too much shit and disrespect for writing. If he quits now, it'd just prove all the bastards who doubted, mocked, and sneered at him were right.
Li Bin bit his lip hard and muttered to himself, "I'm not fucking giving up!"
"Brother-in-law, what're you up to up there? Writing?" Right then, Wen Lan's sweet voice floated in from outside the door.
Li Bin pulled himself together, opened the door, and grinned at Wen Lan, who was standing there with her hands behind her back: "Nah, just chilling with a book—shopping wore me out."
Wen Lan's hair was still damp, long black strands spilling over her shoulders. She had on a white shirt and a short skirt, and maybe 'cause she hadn't dried off all the way, the shirt clung to her, letting Li Bin faintly catch the outline of her tits through the fabric.
Wen Lan peeked curiously into Li Bin's study. He usually kept it pretty clean, but the ashtray stuffed with cigarette butts and the smoky stench in the air made her wrinkle her nose: "Brother-in-law, you should cut back on smoking—bad for you... Oh, I washed the fruit we bought, brought it up for you."
With that, Wen Lan gently pulled a fruit tray from behind her back and handed it to Li Bin.
Li Bin grabbed it quick, popped a cherry tomato in his mouth, and said, "You're the sweetest—wanna come in and hang for a bit?"
Li Bin figured this could be a solid shot.
Thinking about the rewards he'd snag from conquering his cuñada Wen Lan just made him itch with impatience.
"I've never seen your study, brother-in-law..." Wen Lan strolled into Li Bin's space and plopped down on the couch, glancing at his computer and asking, "You really make that much cash writing online novels? How do you do it? If it was me, I couldn't even crank out a 10,000-word college essay."
Li Bin smirked, clocking how Wen Lan sat with her legs slightly apart, showing off more thigh under that short skirt. He even caught a glimpse of pink panties between her legs.
That got Li Bin's breathing going fast. The way Wen Lan was sitting was hot as hell, and they were alone in the room.
The vibe felt crazy intimate.
Swallowing his urge, Li Bin grinned, set the fruit tray on the table in front of Wen Lan, and said, "It's like how you love dancing—I've been into writing since I was a kid. It's my dream. Chasing your passion, how could that feel like hard work?"
With that, Li Bin sat right next to Wen Lan.
They were close as hell—Li Bin's legs brushed against Wen Lan's bare ones. He was in sport shorts too, and the skin-on-skin feel was cool and smooth.
His cuñada Wen Lan's legs were straight-up mesmerizing. Li Bin swore he could play with those legs every day for a year and not get bored.
Wen Lan seemed to notice Li Bin's leg touching hers too—her face went a little red, but she didn't look bothered, figuring it was accidental, and didn't budge.
"Brother-in-law, I'm jealous—you turned your hobby into your job and chase your dreams with no limits." Wen Lan looked at him with admiration.
Their eyes locked.
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