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This is the first time Qin Song has received so many interactive messages in the backend of her posts on Xiaodigua after so many days of posting.

There were too many messages, so she only glanced at them briefly before clicking into her own account's homepage to check the number of followers.

"One, ten, hundred, thousand! More than 1,200 fans!" Qin Song almost screamed when he saw the number.

Her platform had only three hundred followers yesterday, but overnight it quickly grew to more than twelve hundred!

A gain of over 900 might be insignificant to some big bloggers, but for a newcomer like Qin Song, it's a remarkable achievement.

Qin Song wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of waking Pei Xingzhi, so he could only cover his mouth and silently rejoice for himself.

"What are you laughing at?" Pei Xingzhi, who had woken up at some point, suddenly spoke up, startling Qin Song so much that his heart skipped a beat.

Qin Song immediately turned off his phone and made up a lie: "I didn't laugh at anything, I just saw a joke posted by a netizen. You're awake, do you want to go back to sleep?"

Pei Xingzhi shook his head: "I'm not going to sleep. There's a lot going on at the studio today, I need to get there early."

Qin Song then threw back the covers and got out of bed: "Then I'll go prepare breakfast."

Pei Xingzhi's gaze followed her retreating figure as she left: "Thank you for your hard work."

Qin Song: "It's not hard work!"

Pei Xingzhi had a lot to do today, and he was in a rush. Before he had even finished breakfast, Ye Ci called him to urge him to leave.

He finished the porridge in his bowl in a few gulps, took a moment to say goodbye to Qin Song, and then hurriedly left.

Qin Song was alone at home again.

After finishing her breakfast and cleaning up the dishes, she sat down at her desk and opened the Little Sweet Potato app.

The number of likes and comments on yesterday's post was still increasing. Looking at the constantly growing data in the backend, an idea popped into Qin Song's head—

Since netizens like this quirky and abstract style, why doesn't she focus on this route and use it to gain more fans?

Before she time-traveled, she had over a million followers across all platforms, all thanks to the accumulation of her work. This kind of accumulation is slow and difficult to monetize.

Back then, she was all alone and could support herself by drawing, so she didn't care how many fans she had or how popular her account was. But things are different now.

Now that she's determined to make money online, she can no longer afford to be so passive and let things take their course. She needs to find her own style and build a large following in the shortest amount of time. That way, she can not only sell her designs but also take on advertising and collaborations.

Internet celebrities earn a lot of money. If she can make a living from this, she won't have to worry about supporting her children and husband.

With a clear direction in mind, Qin Song immediately wanted to take action.

But before she could take action, she had to revise the design.

"Ah... I have so much talent, I just wish I could be in two places at once!" She felt sorry for herself.

Unfortunately, after finishing, I picked up my tablet and obediently edited the image.

It was almost noon when Pei Lingxuan called. Qin Song rubbed his aching temples and leisurely picked up his phone from the table.

Today is Pei Lingxuan's second day at Qiangsheng Design. When Qin Song saw her phone call, he thought she had made some discovery.

"Xiao Xuan? What intelligence have you gathered?"

"Sister-in-law, something's happened!" Pei Lingxuan didn't have time to talk to her about this. She hurriedly said, "The real estate agent Mom found brought a couple to see the house today, but for some reason, the man actually fell in our house and broke his arm!"

"His wife is making a scene at our house right now, demanding that Mom pay her money. Mom can't handle it by herself, you should go and check on her!"

"I'll go right now!" Qin Song didn't dare to waste a second. He immediately got up from his chair, grabbed his bag, and ran out the door. Halfway there, he went back to get his tablet.

"Xiaoxuan, what about you? Can you come over?"

Pei Lingxuan: "I just asked my supervisor for leave, but he didn't approve it, so I probably won't be able to go back. Sister-in-law, I'll have to trouble you to go first. I'll call my brother right away!"

Qin Song: "Okay!"

Pei's mother's house was quite far from where she lived; it took her almost an hour to get there by taxi.

There were still some minor revisions to be made to the design draft. Taking advantage of the car ride, she grabbed her tablet and raced against time to send the draft to Jiang Mian just before getting off the bus.

"Pay up! You have to pay up today! This dilapidated house is asking for over three million, and you can't even do proper anti-slip work?"

“My husband and I were so happy to come and look at this house, and we were ready to get married! But now, you've caused my husband to end up in the hospital, and my wedding has to be postponed. You have to compensate me for this loss!”

"Young lady, please don't rush, listen to me..."

"I don't want to listen to your bullshit! What can you possibly say? You just don't want to pay compensation, right? Let me tell you, you have to pay this money today! Not only do you have to pay for my husband's medical expenses, but you also have to compensate us for the losses caused by the postponement of our wedding..."

As soon as Qin Song reached the bottom of the stairs, he heard a shrill female voice making a fuss, interspersed with Pei's mother's helpless attempts to comfort him.

Qin Song quickened his pace, almost running as he rushed into the elevator and hurried upstairs.

With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and Qin Song strode out. As soon as he turned around, he saw Pei's mother standing at the door, struggling to negotiate something with a woman.

"Mom!" Qin Song shouted, running over to pull Pei's mother to his side and protect her behind him.

"...Xiao Song?" Madam Pei stared blankly at Qin Song in front of her, still somewhat unable to react. "Why are you here?"

Qin Song grabbed her arm, pushing the noisy woman aside, and said in a deep voice, "Xiao Xuan called me and said you were having some trouble and asked me to come over, so I quickly took a taxi here."

"This child..." Mrs. Pei frowned, looking quite troubled. "I told her not to bother you, so why did she still call you?"

"Xiao Song, don't worry about this. Go inside and rest. Leave it to Mom."

"What do you mean 'rest'?" Upon seeing Qin Song approach, the woman immediately turned her attention to her. "We finally have someone who can take charge, why are you hiding inside?"

"Are you this old woman's daughter? Don't go, I want to reason with you."

"Okay." Qin Song agreed readily. She took out her phone from her bag, turned on the recording function, and reminded the woman, "You can argue with me if you want, but before you do, I have to tell you that I'm pregnant. You'd better watch your words. If you make me sick, you'll be the ones who have to pay compensation."

"Pregnant?" The woman was taken aback, instinctively glancing down at Qin Song's stomach. Qin Song was already over four months pregnant, and her lower abdomen was noticeably protruding. The woman knew at a glance that she wasn't lying.

Pregnant women have an inherent "not to be trifled with" aura, and when the woman faced Qin Song, her arrogance immediately diminished by a third.