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"..."

"...Are you sure you're not angry?" Qin Song looked at the broken bowl at his feet, finding it hard to believe.

Pei Xingzhi's eyes darted away, a rare occurrence for him: "I... I'm really not angry..."

As he spoke, he bent down and squatted on the ground, carefully picking up the broken pieces: "Lin Jiahe is a pretty good man. Seeing that you're pregnant and it's not easy for you, he still knew to transfer some money to our child. Men like him, who are naive and rich, are very rare these days..."

"..."

The words were nice to say, but the sarcasm in his tone was practically spitting out at Qin Song.

Qin Song crossed his arms, looked down at the man squatting on the ground, and deliberately pretended to be eager to take the money: "In that case, I'll accept this money?"

"..." Pei Xingzhi suddenly looked up, staring intently at Qin Song with wide eyes.

Qin Song slowly picked up his phone from the sink, and casually swiped his right index finger across the screen a few times: "Since you're not angry anyway, I have no reason to refuse this money. It's 100,000 yuan, enough for our child to drink milk powder for a long time."

"I come!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Pei Xingzhi suddenly sprang to his feet. He snatched Qin Song's phone and turned away, fiddling with something.

“This money was given to the child by Lin Jiahe. As the child’s father, I have the right to accept this money on his behalf.”

Qin Song raised an eyebrow: "You really accepted it?"

Pei Xingzhi nodded: "I really accepted it."

After saying that, he turned off his phone and placed it on the sink next to him.

"Don't move. I'll go get a broom and sweep up the pieces on the floor."

Qin Song obediently replied, "Okay."

Pei Xingzhi, head down, quickly grabbed the broom and swept up the debris from the floor. After sweeping, he took the mop and mopped the entire kitchen.

"Um, I'm going to take a shower first."

He seemed particularly busy tonight. After cleaning up the kitchen, he immediately grabbed a towel and went to the bathroom to take a shower without even sitting down.

Qin Song: "Go."

"Click!"

The bathroom door closed with a click. Qin Song glanced back before reaching for Pei Xingzhi's phone, which was on the counter.

After Pei Xingzhi "received the money," he cleared Alipay from the background. Qin Song reopened the app and checked the message notifications to see how Pei Xingzhi had received the money.

He first returned the 100,000 yuan to Lin Jiahe intact, then sent her a message—

“I don’t want your money. My husband may be bankrupt, but he still has money and is working hard to earn it. I don’t need the money, so please stop transferring it, or I’ll get angry.”

"No, my husband will be angry."

After sending the message, Pei Xingzhi promptly blocked Lin Jiahe's Alipay account. Lin Jiahe no longer had the chance to transfer money.

"Awkward..." Qin Song put away his phone, looked at the bathroom with the sound of running water, and smiled helplessly.

She had initially intended to let it go, pretending not to notice Pei Xingzhi's awkward little gestures. But after hesitating for a few seconds, she couldn't resist stepping forward to tease him.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk-"

She walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

The sound of water inside the door stopped abruptly, and Pei Xingzhi's muffled voice came from within.

"what happened?"

Qin Song asked knowingly, "The money Lin Jiahe transferred to me suddenly disappeared. Do you have any clues?"

“…No.” Pei Xingzhi was serious even when he lied. “I have no clue, absolutely none.”

Qin Song suppressed a laugh and played along: "Alright then, let's leave it at that. Since the money is gone, it just means that this money and I are not meant to be."

“Yes,” Pei Xingzhi immediately chimed in, “You two have absolutely no connection.”

Qin Song: "Okay, you can continue washing."

Pei Xingzhi, hiding inside, secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Good..."

Qin Song stopped teasing him and turned back to her room to continue her unfinished design.

She listed two design drafts on the Xiaodigua app, and Jiang Mian bought both of them. To increase the likelihood of her designs being sold, she specifically added a note to both drafts saying "Copyright sold."

Some fans quickly noticed the note and left comments in the comment section.

meme: Holy crap, you sold the design copyright so quickly? You've only been with Little Sweet Potato for less than ten days!

Why do we have to pay for food? As expected of the author who captivated me with just one picture, this talent is amazing!

"When I'm poor, I'll change; when I'm rich, I'll indulge in debauchery": You sold both pictures? Who moved so fast? I just transferred your pictures to a shop on Taobao yesterday!!

The result was always the same: No, not only are your designs and drawings good, but you also sell copyrights so quickly. Are you really not some design guru disguised as a newcomer?

Qin Song leaned back in his chair, holding his tablet, revising details while replying to the comments.

The fans in the comments section were very active; as soon as Qin Song posted his reply, they immediately followed up with comments.

When I'm poor, I'll move; when I'm rich, I'll indulge in debauchery: Big Flower Baby, which studio did you sell your designs to? When will the sample be ready?

This was a sensitive question, and Qin Song didn't dare to reply easily. She screenshotted the comment and forwarded it to Jiang Mian, asking if she could mention the studio's name now. Only after receiving Jiang Mian's affirmative answer did she tag the studio and pin it to the top of the comment section, thus giving the studio a boost in publicity.

Little Sweet Potato's account, Qin Song, was registered less than ten days ago, but thanks to those two design drafts, her followers quickly surpassed two hundred within those ten days. Seeing how quickly she sold her designs, a fan asked her a question in the comments.

This question suddenly gave her a new idea that could both make money and increase her fame.

The result was the same: So when will the new picture of Big Flower be released? Can I make a wish? I want a necklace that matches Wind Whisper!

"Wind Whisper" is a game character; the mobile game it belongs to became incredibly popular just two months ago, maintaining high popularity across various platforms. Even Qin Song, a person who has just transmigrated, knows about it.

"Draw a necklace for Fengyu..." Qin Song thought about the problem carefully and found it to be very feasible!

As a popular game character in this world, Fengyu already brings a large following. If she can capitalize on this popularity, wouldn't the name "Pei Dahua" easily become known?

When she sells the design drawings again, she'll have the confidence to double the price!

The benefit was so tempting that Qin Song replied to the fan without much hesitation.

Pei Dahua: My wish came true. Now I'll just wait for the arrangements.

Like a stone thrown into still water, Qin Song's words caused an immediate uproar among netizens and fans in the comments section. Over a hundred people left follow-up comments under Qin Song's reply, begging and pleading to make their own wishes.

Qin Song was bombarded with messages, and his inbox was flooded with private messages.

"My goodness..." Looking at the game character from the Five Eight Flower Sect in his private messages, Qin Song's lips curled up uncontrollably. "Now I've got some work to do..."

"Qin Song, you need to go to the hospital for a prenatal checkup tomorrow, remember to set aside time for it."

Pei Xingzhi came out of the shower, drying his hair as he passed by the door and threw in these words.