After being reborn, I decisively broke off my engagement and married a cold-faced military young mas

Lin Yuyao looked embarrassed and could only say, "Brother Fu, it's time for me to get off work."

No one knows how fast Fu Huaiyi's heart beat because of that one glance.

He's just good at pretending; people just can't tell.

He glanced down at his watch, pretending not to care.

Oh, it's time to get off work again.

time flies.

"Could you pack these books up for me?"

"to make."

Lin Yuyao quickly went to help him with the borrowing registration.

The two came out of the bookstore together.

Lin Yuyao locked the door, and Fu Huaiyi waved from the car.

He rode a motorcycle today.

"I will send you back."

Last time they said they couldn't deliver, but they still delivered; this time...

Fine, I'll just give it to you.

After dropping her off at the building where she rented an apartment, Fu Huaiyi didn't leave. Instead, he parked the car and followed her up the stairs.

Lin Yuyao: “…”

"Brother Fu, it's getting late, you should go back now. I can go up by myself."

"Well, it's getting late, I'm not planning to go back."

what?

"Tomorrow is the weekend, I don't have to work, I have to go deliver a gift for my grandfather, it's closer to this side."

but……

But... "I rented a single room, I'm afraid it might be... inconvenient."

Lin Yuyao was extremely embarrassed.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a good person, she would definitely think he was a scoundrel.

How could he make such a request to a single woman?

Seeing her delicate eyebrows almost furrowed together, Fu Huaiyi couldn't help but laugh.

But he is a highly trained person and can endure.

I'm not staying at your house.

"what?"

Lin Yuyao stared at him, completely bewildered.

“My cousin has a house here. When she first opened her bookstore, she did everything herself and was often busy until very late. For convenience, she bought a small one-bedroom apartment here. Now she hardly ever comes over, so the apartment is just sitting here empty. I come over occasionally to stay and help her clean.”

After saying that, he waved the key in his hand.

Lin Yuyao stared with her mouth slightly open at the key dangling in his hand, feeling so embarrassed she could dig a hole in her toes.

Her face immediately turned red, and then she turned around and quickly climbed the stairs.

Unexpectedly, the apartment he mentioned was right downstairs, a one-bedroom apartment with a layout similar to the single room she rented.

Her rooftop apartment has a terrace, but the apartments downstairs don't, so the apartments downstairs are all one-bedroom apartments.

These days, there are really a lot of small houses like this.

That night, she slept restlessly and even dreamed about him.

It was just a very ordinary scene of him borrowing books from a bookstore.

Meanwhile, the person downstairs spent the night in turmoil, filled with anxiety and unease.

Those unintentional actions during the day are magnified infinitely at night.

With each glance she gave him, each turn of her head... every word she uttered was enough to fuel his imagination for a long time.

I finally managed to fall asleep when I was so tired I could barely stay awake.

The next day, I woke up with dark circles under my eyes.

Looking at his disheveled reflection in the mirror, Fu Huaiyi suddenly remembered a line of poetry.

You don’t have lovesickness in your life.

It's really agonizing.

It seems that Yi Yunshuo was right after all; he's lovesick.

……

Lin Yuyao received a call from the publishing house today.

When she submitted her work, she left the bookstore's phone number.

Yes, the bookstore has a telephone, but long-distance calls are expensive, so Lin Yuyao has never used the bookstore's telephone to handle personal matters.

Although Sister Leyi told her that she could use the phone freely.

However, she still left the bookstore's phone number so that it would be easier to contact them regarding the submission.

After speaking to the person above, they said, "Ms. Lin Yuyao, your submission has been accepted. We are very interested in your story. I looked at it, and you wrote that the entire novel is about 100,000 words long, is that correct?"

"Yes."

The other party paused for a moment before saying, "We've discussed it and can offer you a buyout price of about twenty per thousand words. What do you think?"

Twenty yuan for a thousand words, two thousand yuan for a hundred thousand words.

Lin Yuyao recalled that a relatively famous writer earned more than 100 yuan for a 10,000-word novel in 1981. At that time, he was not famous yet, and his books were not very valuable.

It's 1988 now, so prices can't be compared to seven years ago.

But she's still a newcomer, so twenty yuan seems about right.

She doesn't care about money anymore; she'll sell it to anyone who wants it, no matter the price.

Once the market is opened up, everything will be easier.

"OK."

The other party laughed and said, "If possible, you shouldn't submit this book to any other newspapers."

"Ok."

"We'll send you a contract later for you to sign. It's not a copyright contract, it's just a gentleman's agreement. Once you sign it, your book can only be sold to us."

"Okay, please."

"Just to confirm, the address is Xinhua Bookstore in Chenshan Town, right?"

"Yes."

"Okay, we will send out the contract within three days. After you receive it and sign it, please send it back as soon as possible."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Yuyao was overjoyed.

It's done, that's great.

Although it was a buyout, two thousand yuan was still a huge sum of money for her.

Once she has the money, she can not only pay back the money she owes Fu Huaiyi, but also send money home so that her parents can pay back the money they borrowed as well.

Of course, money is a minor issue; the important thing is that someone wants it.

It's normal to suffer losses with your first book; even masterpieces suffer losses.

Once you've opened up the market, you won't have to worry about not making money with the second book.

If it sells well, I might make a lot of money with the second book.

Lin Yuyao wasn't on duty today, so she bought some food and went home early.

Brew a cheap cup of tea, pull out a chair, turn on the fan, and start writing furiously.

She was severely unbalanced in her studies, but writing was her forte, and she also enjoyed writing.

Two hours passed without me realizing it, and my mind kept racing with thoughts that I couldn't stop.

Unfortunately, my hand couldn't take it; my wrist was really sore.

Fearing it might be written as tendinitis, I had to stop and rub my wrist to relax.

When the tea was finished, she went to boil another pot.

After a short break, we'll continue.

Having money gives you motivation.

She wrote on and off until 10 p.m. tonight, writing about 5,000 words.

I'm feeling sleepy. Tomorrow is the weekend, and I still have to go to work, which will be quite busy.

Go wash up and go to bed.

The next day, she was downstairs eating porridge and steamed buns when suddenly someone sat down opposite her.

With her mouth still full of steamed buns, she looked up and saw Lu Jiangting.

My good mood for the day was ruined in an instant.

Lin Yuyao slurped down her porridge, grabbed the unfinished steamed bun, and turned to leave.

Lu Jiangting chased after her and grabbed her wrist.

"Yu Yao."

Lin Yuyao frowned and said calmly, "I remember we have no relationship anymore, so why are you coming to see me?"

Lu Jiangting was deeply hurt, and in an attempt to keep her, he frantically reached into his pocket.

"I'll pay you back."

Ok?

Give me my money back?

That's it.

"You should pay up."