After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

Seeing this, Fu Yun had no choice but to withdraw his insistence and put the silver into his sleeves. At the same time, he said seriously: "In this case, I will respectfully obey your order. But in the future, please do not refuse the reward, Miss Shen."

Shen Bingning thought to herself that if she wasn't worried about owing too much debt to repay, she would never have refused the money.

Driven by material incentives, she closed her door to visitors and immersed herself in the world of creation day and night. Apart from basic needs, she hardly left her desk.

This kind of hard work, forgetting to eat and sleep, seemed to bring her back to the days when she was preparing for the college entrance examination. As the saying goes, 'Money makes the world go round'.

If she hadn't been forced by financial constraints, she wouldn't have been so persistent in writing.

Dreaming of using her saved money to open a bookstore in a small town, to make a living while looking for a way to return to her spiritual home, Shen Bingning once again immersed herself in the ocean of words.

Time flies, and three days passed in the blink of an eye. Shen Bingning submitted the remaining chapters of the first part of the story and the second new work.

After reading the second article, Fu Yun frowned slightly, and said with some regret: "Could it be that they really can't meet again?"

Shen Bingning took a sip of tea, a mysterious smile on her lips: "Perhaps, at the edge of the transition between day and night, there is still a chance for us to meet again."

Hearing this, Fu Yun sighed, "How sad it is to love each other but not be able to be together! This story will surely bring enough tears to the readers."

Only by touching people's hearts can you truly win their hearts, and this is exactly the effect Shen Bingning wants to achieve.

"How much of the first part has been printed? What's the market reaction like?"

Shen Bingning asked with concern.

Fu Yun temporarily put aside his feelings and replied, "Initially, only 100 copies were published in the bookstore, but they were sold out in just one day. There were many requests, so we decided to increase the print run to 300 copies. Readers are eagerly looking forward to the sequel, and many people are curious about who the 'Stranger' is."

"Yike" is the pen name used by Shen Bingning to metaphorically describe her wandering in a foreign land and her loneliness and helplessness. It is like a key that opens the readers' curiosity about the unknown world.

"Please keep my secret, Master Fu, and don't let anyone else know my true identity."

Shen Bingning pleaded.

As time went by, her pen name became more and more famous, her stories attracted more and more readers, and wealth came like a spring, but she preferred to remain mysterious and let her true self hide behind the words.

"That's natural."

Fu Yun did not hesitate any longer and immediately handed the reward that belonged to Shen Bingning to her. Then he hurriedly took the manuscript of the new story to find a printing workshop so that it could be published as soon as possible.

Shen Bingning was counting the silver in her hands, a total of fifty taels. According to the agreement, each story would get ten taels, and the two stories would total twenty taels. After deducting the money she had borrowed previously, the fifty taels were a direct reward for her hard work.

As the story's influence grows, future returns will undoubtedly be even greater.

Although the money can temporarily ease her financial pressure, she has begun to plan for the long term, dreaming of accumulating more wealth to pave the way for the future.

Just as she picked up the pen and prepared to continue writing a new chapter, just as she put down the first stroke, she suddenly heard heart-wrenching cries and fierce quarrels from the front yard, like a flash of lightning that broke through the quiet night sky, shattering her just-collected thoughts, and replaced them with uncontrollable curiosity, driving her to find out what was going on.

In just a cup of tea, Shen Bingning nimbly brought a small wooden stool and leaned it gently against the mottled wall. She tiptoed lightly, like a nimble cat, and quietly lay on the top of the wall. Her eyes passed through the blue bricks and gray tiles, and explored the hustle and bustle of the front yard.

The madam who had been met by fate two days ago was now standing in an inviolable posture, with her hands on her waist. She raised her voice sharply and harshly, accusing the woman who was kneeling on the cold ground: "Don't you know anything about the rules here? How dare you get pregnant in secret and even want to give birth to a child? Don't you even consider whether you have the ability to raise him!"

After she finished speaking, she picked up a bowl of black medicine that looked a bit strange and prepared to force it into the terrified woman's mouth.

The woman's eyes were filled with tears. She struggled with all her strength to break free from the restraints. She hugged the madam's strong thighs tightly with both hands and begged with tears in her voice: "Mom, please have mercy on me and let me keep this innocent life. Pei Lang once promised me that he would come back to marry me."

After these words came out, the madam's face became even gloomier, and her anger seemed to ignite the air around her: "Do you really believe those empty promises? They are just a few sweet words he said when he was infatuated. Which decent family would be willing to accept a girl who came from a brothel into their family? She would be laughed at by the world!"

When the woman heard this, an unconcealable sadness appeared on her face, and the determination in her heart seemed to have cracks: "No, Pei Lang will definitely do what he said. We have experienced life and death together, and he promised to love me forever."

The madam didn't waste any more words with her. She just raised her eyes slightly and gave a subtle look to the men around her.

Immediately, a fat eunuch came forward and ruthlessly clamped the woman again.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the madam cruelly pried open the woman's tightly closed lips and forced the bowl of bitter medicine into her mouth.

Although the woman struggled desperately, her frail body was ultimately no match for the strength of the crowd. In desperation, she had to swallow the abortion drug that was enough to destroy the new life.

The madam wiped the drug stains on her hands coldly, pretending to be serious and sincere: "Mom did this for your own good. Although you have just come here, you are outstanding in appearance and graceful in figure. Many dignitaries have already shown a preference for you. But you insisted on getting entangled with that Pei Lang, refused to accept customers, and now you are pregnant."

As the drug took effect, the woman collapsed to the ground powerlessly, tears streaming down her face like a dam breaking.

The madam's words carried a hint of cold reality: "To tell you the truth, the Pei Lang you mentioned only paid for one month's support. Once he leaves, you will have to face the fate of receiving customers. How can you continue while you are pregnant? Customers will not accept it and think it is a bad omen."

She continued, "Listen to me, take good care of your body, and be obedient in receiving customers. In a few years, find a capable master to redeem you and become a concubine. It's better than waiting for that heartless man."

The woman prostrated herself on the ground, her eyes empty and lifeless, as if she had lost all hope: "No, he promised to come find me..."

The madam sighed heavily, looked at the bloodstains slowly spreading on the ground, and gave instructions to the eunuch beside her: "Send her back to the house, boil some nourishing medicine, don't let her body collapse."