Divorce: This Is A Trivial Matter

CHAPTER 7: DISCOVERY - AS IF THE RED SCARF AROUND HIS CHEST HAD BECOME EVEN MO

The blogger who’d sent the private message was called ‘Professor, Please Take Medicine,’ while their profile picture was a Q-version of a girl with beautiful, curly hair that inexplicably caused him to think of Yang Wei. He stared at the profile picture for several seconds before opening their Weibo. Their location was listed as A City, and they had listed ‘art teacher’ as their profession. Fang Cheng Ran’s eyes lit up as he continued to browse the Weibo.

Posts where they roasted their students, complained about their principal, shared illustrations… Fang Cheng Ran unconsciously skimmed through the entire first page of posts. When he opened the next one, the first post immediately captured his attention.

The post had been sent during Christmas last year and had a group photo attached of two people in front of an extremely large Christmas tree. There was a man and a woman, one of whom was Yang Wei, while the other was…

Fang Cheng Ran’s brow slightly wrinkled; the man in the photo’s face was one that could easily be remembered. In his opinion, such a man could easily attract the gazes of countless women. In the photo, Yang Wei was holding onto his arm and happily laughing. However, the man was expressionlessly staring at the camera, a faint trace of impatience clearly visible in his slightly furrowed forehead.

Who was this, Yang Wei’s boyfriend? It wouldn’t be strange for someone as cute as her to have a boyfriend… Fang Cheng Ran pursed his lips and seriously thought about calling Liang Ming Hao over to ask and clear things up.

However, he ultimately chose to first look at the private message Yang Wei had sent him.

「Hello, great god. I’m the Pu Jiang author, ‘Wing Blows Through the South Door.’ However, due to me posting a negative review on your novel, 《Guard Against Marriage》, yesterday, your readers are giving my novel a negative rating. Even though I truly didn’t agree with how your plot progressed, your readers posting negative reviews on my works is a purely malicious retaliation. Could you please stop their actions? I’ll trouble you to do so!」

Fang Cheng Ran: “…”

Indeed, he’d published novels on Pu Jiang Network…but they had merely been small works of his—small works that he’d specifically written to retaliate against society.

Back when he was in university, he’d registered on Zhong Dian XS Network under a penname and begun writing novels on a whim. To his surprise, he’d accidentally become popular. A signed contract, a publication, and a game adaption later, Fang Cheng Ran had dropped out of university and was instead dependent on the several million yuan he’d earned from his novel, 《Death Row Party》.

Regardless of how much he earned, however, he still wasn’t doing honest work in his family’s eyes. Fang Cheng Ran hadn’t ever cared about their way of thinking, but when Yang Wei had asked him what he did earlier, he’d unexpectedly subconsciously agreed with their point of view and claimed that he worked in his family’s hotel.

He ruffled his hair and then opened his novel to take a look at the comment in question. The comment had been pushed to the very top and indeed had score of -2; his readers had also cursed the commenter out quite viciously too. Fang Cheng Ran stared at the comment in distress, copied the owner’s name, and entered it into the search bar for authors.

The author ‘Wind Blows Through the South Door’ only had a pitiful twenty-two sponsors and only a single line in her biography: In the world of martial arts, only cuteness is invincible.