Is he a light sleeper?
After lunch break, Fu Hengzhi didn't go to his office to catch up on sleep as usual. Instead, he sat in his office chair, took out his phone, and, as if possessed, opened his WeChat fan group.
With over 99 messages in the group, Fu Hengzhi's female fans went wild when he clicked into the chat box, shouting that their husband was so cute and adorable when he was little.
This directly caused Fu Hengzhi to lose his mind.
After confirming repeatedly that these female fans were talking about Zhou Zhou herself, I began to wonder how these people knew about Zhou Zhou's childhood stories. They were talking about it so vividly that anyone who didn't know better would think their parents were close friends with Zhou Zhou's parents.
President Fu, whose parents are close friends, felt inexplicably superior and tapped away on the keyboard.
[Private Chat]
-HZ: What do you guys talk about in the group?
-I don't eat rabbits: Zhou Zhou's husband has switched careers to become a writer and posted a link to his novel on Weibo QWQ.
The other party replied instantly, and Fu Hengzhi raised an eyebrow after reading it.
I manually opened Weibo.
The chat box at the top is still popping up.
-I don't eat rabbits: Hey miss, your comment got deleted by Zhou Zhou's husband QWQ.
-Don't eat rabbits: Don't be angry, Zhou Zhou's husband probably just wanted to protect you when he saw you being scolded QWQ.
-HZ: I know.
-HZ: He messaged me privately.
-I don't eat rabbits: Huh? QWQ
The other party is still sending messages, the content of which is nothing more than expressing doubt about this claim.
After sending a screenshot to prove his innocence, Fu Hengzhi exited WeChat, ready to see what Zhou Zhou would write, which surprisingly touched on his childhood.
Zhou Zhou: I've switched careers to become a writer. Thank you all for your continued support. Welcome to my book, titled "The Stars We Chased Together Back Then," link...
As expected, the comment section was once again filled with insults, some personal, some criticizing the text. Fu Hengzhi frowned and clicked in to begin reading the first chapter:
Humans have memories, but I don't know how many celebrities I've been a fan of. Just like everyone else, we all started by liking someone, as our spiritual leader. [99+]
The paragraphs included a small comment section, which Fu Hengzhi couldn't resist clicking on. All he saw were two words.
unlucky.
Fu Hengzhi: "..."
Continue reading—
When I was six years old, I became a fan of my first celebrity. Coincidentally, our names both consist of two characters. At the time, I firmly believed that it was fate.
Despite his tragic past, he has built an outstanding character and possesses a compassionate heart; the title of charity ambassador is truly fitting for him.
As a child, in order to learn from my idol and support his career, I secretly donated my allowance every month without my parents' knowledge.
Back then, while my peers were enjoying spicy snacks at the school gate, I was secretly doing something great: I was determined to get ahead of them on my life's journey.
They'll be crushed.
I persisted in doing something so great until the second grade of elementary school.
It was a beautiful morning, and I developed a good habit of waking up early—watching the morning news with my parents.
The news reported that a charity ambassador was criminally detained for allegedly embezzling and laundering money under the guise of fundraising.
Although his face was blurred, I recognized him—that navy blue suit he always wore to various charity events.
He said he didn't change his clothes because it wasn't necessary. When he was a child, he could wear the same clothes for more than ten years by mending them. I was very moved at the time. I vowed to wear a pair of Ultraman boxer briefs with holes in them for another ten years.
I ran back to my bedroom crying, took off my ripped underwear and threw it on the floor, venting my anger by stomping on it. My mother came in and slapped me hard across the face.
Later I learned that the navy blue suit was worth a million.
From that moment on, I stopped being a fan and turned against them, and I swore that I would always hate navy blue suits.
...
After finishing reading, Fu Hengzhi remained silent for a long time. As time passed, he slowly got up and walked into the inner room, looking at himself in the mirror... wearing the navy blue suit that even the employees praised for its handsomeness.
Silently, she called her secretary and said, "Please pick up my black suit that I sent to the dry cleaners a couple of days ago."
After hanging up the phone and exiting the call interface, Secretary He stared at the navy blue suit at the end of the article and smiled.
Hehe, I've hit the jackpot!
[Author's Note: Domineering Fu Hengzhi: Tell me, what else do you hate?]
I'm updating later and later, I'm so lazy, sob sob.
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Chapter Twenty-Two: Who isn't a man? I can understand.
During his lunch break, Zhou Zhou was pleased to see that his new article had already garnered over four digits in favorites and comments, his slender fingers flying across the keyboard.
What original owner? That's too formal. Isn't that me?
The guilt of riding on the popularity of the original author clashed with the income jumping in the backend, and finally turned into the draft of the next few chapters.
Zhou Zhou would become completely absorbed in his work, and as the sun set, only the light from his computer screen illuminated a corner of the room.
The novel website Zhou Zhou chose is a bit different from other websites. In addition to regular subscriptions, rewards, and ranking participation, in order to protect the interests of authors to the greatest extent, comments in the comment section are only divided into positive and negative segments.
Positive scores are accumulated, with scores from 1 to 10 added to the overall impression score regardless of the comments received. Conversely, negative scores are deducted, and the website has a ranking of books based on impression scores.
Each reader ID can only post a rating once per chapter; ratings within a rating will not be counted.
Negative reviews from readers are limited to a score range of -1 to -5, and posting a negative review will deduct book coins. Book coins can be obtained by recharging, and the recharge for posting a negative review will also be included in the author's earnings.
Inhuman.
This was Zhou Zhou's first impression of the website, but he ultimately chose to stay.
There was nothing we could do; they offered just too much money.
In retrospect, this website seems tailor-made for writers like him who are both controversial and popular.
After spending the afternoon working on his novel manuscript, Zhou Zhou stretched his stiff neck and back, which had become stiff from sitting for so long. He left the computer, flopped onto the bed, buried his face in the blankets, and enjoyed the softness of the mattress.
His phone was full of message notifications, and he only had time to glance at them now. He opened WeChat first, and the first message was Ye Misheng's reply.
Ye Misheng: No, no.
Ye Misheng: Come on, cell phone or computer?
I sent them a message at 11:30 last night, and they only replied at 7:15 this evening.
Zhou Zhou squinted, looking just like a resting kitten, and too lazy to type a reply, so he simply sent a voice message.
Her voice was languid yet clear.
Zhou Zhou: [Use your phone. You should be able to see me on WeChat. I'm inviting you.]
After Ye Misheng finished playing the recording while sitting on the sofa, he gently raised the corners of his mouth.
Zhou Zhou played the audio from his phone's speaker and logged in to invite Ye Misheng to join the team.
The two worlds were quite similar. Zhou Zhou had also played this type of MOBA game frequently in his previous life, so he picked it up very quickly.
The atmosphere wasn't that intense at the beginning of the game. Zhou Zhou was lying on the bed with his phone in hand, playing games with the heroes while chatting with Ye Misheng in the game's built-in voice chat.
"Brother Zhou, I saw you posted a link to the novel on Weibo."
"Have you seen it? What did you think?"
"It feels like..." Ye Mi cleared her throat twice, "...your childhood and my childhood seem to be different~"
"Hey? Little shoulders, big schoolbag, going to school?" Zhou Zhou chimed in, amused by the song, burying half his face in the blanket and chuckling.
Fu Hengzhi returned home wearing a brand-new black suit. He took off his coat and draped it over the back of a chair. He loosened his tie a little and saw that the dishes were steaming and placed on the table but no one was eating them. He took the bowl and chopsticks handed to him by Aunt Feng and glanced upstairs as if he were not.
Where are the others?
"Are you still working upstairs?" Aunt Feng wasn't sure either. She rubbed her hands on her apron a couple of times before heading upstairs. "I'll go call Xiaozhou."
"I'll go." Fu Hengzhi got up from the chair and walked upstairs.
Upon arriving at the bedroom, I heard faint voices coming from inside, and my hand, which was about to knock, paused.
Quietly leaning closer to the door, I could discern one voice as Zhou Zhou's, and the other...
Fu Hengzhi pushed open the bedroom door without hesitation and strode in. For some reason, his gaze first swept towards the large bed.
Zhou Zhou was chatting with Ye Misheng about the haters in the novel's comment section who would rather spend money to give negative ratings and curse the author. They had just finished laughing at how they were making the most of everything and squeezing out all their value when Fu Hengzhi 'intruded' into their chatter.
He sat up abruptly, calmly muting his microphone with his fingertips, his gaze shifting back and forth between his phone screen and Fu Hengzhi.
"What's wrong, Mr. Fu?"
Seeing that his phone was lying horizontally, with his hands clasped on either side, Fu Hengzhi squinted and asked softly, "Are you playing games?"
"Okay, I've finished writing today's drafts. Time to relax." Zhou Zhou kept his eyes glued to his phone screen, seized the opportunity to initiate a team fight, and successfully secured five kills against the opposing team.
Although the microphone was off, Ye Misheng on the other end of the phone heard Zhou Zhou's commotion and mischievously said, "Wow, Zhou-ge is amazing."
A nonchalant yet sexy voice came from the phone, causing Fu Hengzhi to frown.
"Are you playing games with Ye Misheng?" Fu Hengzhi was filled with mixed feelings and complicated emotions. "Why is it that every time I open the door, I always see you and the other person involved?"
"Huh? Not really." Zhou Zhou went to his bedside drawer, took out Bluetooth headphones, and put them on. With his typical straight-male thinking, he replied, "Just for playing games."
He turned on his microphone again and said to Ye Misheng, who was speaking in a sexy, deep voice, "What the hell are you doing? Speak properly, don't choke on your words, are you choking?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Hengzhi's increasingly gloomy expression softened slightly.
"Dinner's ready." Fu Hengzhi looked worried, turned around, and went downstairs.
"Okay, no problem." Zhou Zhou agreed quickly, then put down her game and went out, following closely behind Fu Hengzhi.
The final team fight was crucial, and Zhou Zhou started to get serious.
"Good grief, you squishy hero, don't be so far forward. Position yourself, move behind the support."
"Tsk, if you die, I won't let you get the kill."