Penulis : Fuyuhara Patora
Ilustrator : Usatsuka Eiji
Penerjemah : Lumia
Editor : Lumia 
PDF : Lumia
http://uebu-novel.blogspot.co.id/

I reached out and grabbed Min's shaft, my hand working steadily up and down his cock. It was warm and hard between my fingers, and I loved the elasticity and feel. Well, I had created this cock myself with the help of Pratter and Sandor. This cock would feel exactly the way I wanted it to feel, and I made it feel exactly to my tastes. Just imaging the hard thing plunging into me already excited me. It was big, but not too big. It was hard, but no too hard. It was the perfect dick for my pussy. 
"You know, Min, I've been thinking a bit." I sighed as my fingers worked over his cock. 
"Mm? Vesse?" Min asked cautiously. 
I moved myself, swinging my leg up over Min and mounting him. His perfect cock was now sticking right up under my pussy, waiting to impale me. I lowered my hips until just the head touched, but didn't slam it home. Instead, I teased the top of his cock with my pussy, squatting just enough so that it touched me, but didn't penetrate. A wet strain of lust, although I couldn't tell if it was his or mine, reached from his cock tip to my pussy lips. It was a visible conformation of how perfect our parts fit together. 
"I realized…" I continued. "That a lot of people don't tend to read author's notes and thus don't know any information about this story." 
"Re-really?" Min was breathing hard, the teasing being too much for him, especially as I started playing with his nipples, on top of two clearly feminine mounds.
"Mm… so I reckon a lot of readers don't know a lot of important details about my Tales as a Seductress." I sigh, squeezing his nipples tightly in the way he liked and eliciting a pleasing gasp. 
"Such as?" Min's face scrunched, fighting the pleasure my body was giving him. 
"For example, this story had already been out in entirety on machineslicedbread.xyz for over a year, and it is also the location of many of the writer's other erotic stories." 
"Vesse sell readers short, most know that." Min blushed. 
I finally dropped my hips down, letting that perfect cock slam into me. The warmth of it slid deep into my womb, and the feel was incredible enough my pussy trembled slightly in a mini-orgasm. That's what I got for being so teasing. In the end, I was the one who was most aroused. However, Min was flushed and breathing hard as well, so clearly it was doing it for him. 
"I'm not so sure they're aware of the blog whatsawhizzer.wordpress.com, where the author translated Arifureta, wrote Requiem to the Stars and Time and Place, and don't even get me started on his continuing series, Power of Creation and the World of Women, two very erotic and very different novels. Both have completed volumes that can be downloaded for free for all ******* supporters." 
"Of course, Vesse… aaaaa… it's tight." 
"Mmm, I'm not tight. Min is just too big." I tease as I rise my hips up and down, feeling his cock slid up and down inside me. "Either way, ******* support gets people early access to released chapters, full colored illustrations, re-edited pdfs, and some exclusive patreon-only content."
"Most reader, only want Tales…" Min shrugged, his mouth open as he panted in pleasure. 
"Ah, it's because they want to see me fucking my sexy wife." I chuckle, picking up the pace until each time my hips drop I can hear the wet sound of it sliding in. 
"Ahnn… t-tease!" Min cried out. "T-tell them… important things about tales." 
"Ah… I guess I should tell them some things. For example, this next chapter will be the last chapter of Tales of a Seductress." 
Min gasps. "Th-then, no more us?" 
I chuckle. "Of course not. Naturally, my Min and I will return in the sequel, Tales of an Enchantress. A story currently being written and released on machineslicedbread.xyz." 
"Ho-how many chapters so far?" 
"Nearly 50! Ahh… Min, right there… move your hips, ahhhh… right there!" I let out a cry as he started to hit me in the right spot.
He thrust his hips up into me roughly and a moment later I started cumming. 
As I panted and moaned, my devilish Min kept up the thrusting past my tolerance. I could barely talk, my voice coming out in a panting high-pitched moan. "Ahh… I can't get enough of Min! If readers want… want Min too… they should know about Min's story, a-a- a – aaahhhhh… a short side series following Min's origin and point of view through Tales of a Seductress!" 
"Vesse, C-cumming!" 
"Cum! Cum in me, Min!" I shouted lustfully, my tits bouncing up and down as I rode him as hard as I could. 
"I-is that all Vesse say?" Min demanded, his eyes flashing mischievously. 
"No… I have more… oh.. it's too good, you're driving me crazy with your cock, I can't stop cumming!" I cry out, my mind turning to mush. 
"Must say it or Min won't stop!" 
"Ahn… Mi-min is teasing too much, I'm really going crazy, but it's the most important part!" I cry out as I pant, erotic explosions shooting through my body as I leak all over Min's cock, my pussy clamping down in perpetually orgasm as Min penetrates me over and over again. "Next month will signify the official release of Tales of a Seductress the pdf. It includes this complete book, edited and formatted for ease of reading in a phone friendly pdf. It costs $5 to buy the book or it is free for all ******* supporters of $1 or more! Inkstone doesn't even allow simple bold and italics formatting, so it's a much different experience on pdf." 
"But what about future release!" Min demands just as he grabs my ass tightly, pulling it down until he penetrates me at the maximum level. 
A moment later I feel gobs of warm stuff shoot into me. It was Min's lust, magically converted into semen. It started filling up my womb, and for a second my eyes rolled up in my head. Min had to pinch my thigh before I could focus again. 
"Un… I feel it! I feel Min inside me!" I cried until he pinched even harder and I shook out of it. "Tales was released on inkstone to drive up interest for the pdf. Its sales success will dictate how quickly Tales of an Enchantress is finished and ultimately whether it's worth the author's time to release it on inkstone at all."
"So, if they don't pay, he stop writing? What Bastard!" 
"No, Min… ahn… it's so warm, I can feel it growing soft…" I relaxed, finally regaining my faculties. "Tales of an Enchantress already has 40 chapters out and will continue to release on machinslicedbread.xyz no matter what. However, if you want to read the completed book as a pdf, if you want to see TOAE and Min's story released on inkstone, or if you want TOAE increased in release speed (right now, it's been about twice a month), then you might want to consider dropping $1-$5 to support the author. He has many writing responsibilities, and so TOAS must prove to be financially worth his time."
With that, I lean over and take Min's lips, tasting my sweet and beautiful wife. Our tongues combine for a few minutes while our sweaty bodies heave against each other, the sweet smell of sex wafting from the pair of us. When we finally separated, Min gave a coquettish smile. 
"Basically, author greedy, want money?" Min summarized. 
"Exactly…" 
"…" 
"So, the TOAS pdf will release on 11/14/18. ******* supporters will not only get that book, but access to all other ******* content including previous finished pdfs. ******* will have various fundraising goals dictating whether TOAE will be released on Inkstone (Raise $100, TOAE once a week), Whether TOAE will pick up releases to twice a week ($200), or three times a week ($300). Basically, if there is a total of $300 increase in ******* and paypal pdf purchases between 11/7/18 and 12/1/18 (that's just 60 people buying TOAS at its retail price guys), then you will get the max releases of TOAE until this book is finished. Please support the release at *******.com/whatsawhizzer or visit the TOAS Table of Contents on Machineslicedbread.xyz to buy directly." 
"Sound good. What next?" 
"How about we start the Epilogue to Tales of a Seductress. Enjoy!"

After an unfortunate mishap with some stairs, I found myself in a fantasy world filled with sex and violence. Stripped of everything and turned into breeding stock by the first band of goblins I encountered, I turned to the only weapon I had available to me. Now, I’m a seductress, the first and only RPG class that weaponizes the art of seduction. I will survive this new and dangerous world the only way I know how: one person at a time.

Ayradel's Side 

Nagsisi ako noong sinabi kong marunong akong magsulat ng sponsorship letters, dahil ako na ang itinuro nilang Sponsorship head. Wala akong nagawa kundi sumang-ayon dahil na rin sa hiya.

Bukod pa doon ay talagang tinatarget nila ang kompanya ni Richard Lee. It's not that big, pero it is not small na angkop lang para sa aming mga 1st year pa lang. Bukod pa roon ay ka-school mate pa namin ang may-ari o CEO.

Muling lumandas ang kaba sa dibdib ko.

Habang tumatagal, parang lalong lumalayo ang agwat namin ni Richard Lee. I can't still believe na sa mura niyang edad ay nararanasan niya nang humawak ng sarili niyang business.

Actually, I didn't really know what course should I take up noong grumaduate kami. Pero ayon sa kapasidad ko, I see myself as an office girl. I am the ordinary office girl, in a quiet, boring office. Funny, but unlike the others ay kuntento na ako sa gan'on. Hindi ako naghahanap ng mala-roller coaster na ganap sa buhay.

Napapabuntong-hininga ako habang tinitipa sa aking laptop ang balangkas ng letter na isusulat ko. Hindi ko alam kung bakit sobra akong makapagisip ng mga salita, e formal words lang naman ang kailangan at hindi naman creative.

Dear Richard Lee,

Napailing ako sa una kong tinipa, saka ito binura. Mali, mali!

Dear Mr. Lee,

Kailangan ba kaya talagang may dear? Para kasin iba ang dating sa akin e. Nakakainis. Iba pa naman magisip ang isang yon! Binura ko ulit.

Mr. Lee,

Parang walang galang!

Bakit ko siya kailangang galangin?!

Dahil CEO siya at kailangan niyo ng sponsor engot!

Naiinis na tinipa ko pabalik yung dear. Siya na ang may kasalanan kung pagiisipan niya iyan.

Buong magdamag kong ginawa ang Sponsorship Letter na dapat ay saglitan lang. Nag-alangan pa ako kung ako pa ba ang magpapasa nito. Ngunit noong nagchat ako sa group chat namin ay nasagot ang tanong ko...

"Ikaw na magpasa, Ayra! Sure ako maraming next questions yan na ikaw lang makakasagot!"

"Waaaaa! Gusto ko siya makausap kahit email lang kaso nahihiya ako!"

Napabuntong hininga na naman ako.

"Okay. I'll send it to him."

"Salamat Ayra! Here is the email rj_ayde@eplanner.com"

Kumabog ang dibdib ko nang mabasa ko ang email address niya. Lalo na noong nabasa ko yung letter ayde 

"Anong ibig sabihin nung AYDE?"

"Second name niya kasi Jaydee e?"

Napairap ako. Okay. Tss. Sinara ko na ang facebook at pumunta na sa gmail. Inattached ko na yung pdf file ng letter, at nagtagal ang daliri ko sa ere, bago ko pinindot ang send.

Halos mapatalon ako sa gulat noong pagkalipas ng ilang minuto ay nagreply siya agad.

Halos mabilaukan ako dito.

My dearest Ayradel,

Print that thing and bring it to my office. I'll tell you the directions tomorrow, time ng Biology. See you :)

What the freak?!

Bakit kailangan ko pang iprint at ipasa sa kanya ng personal?!?!

Frustrated akong humiga sa kama ko at pakiramdam ko nagpalpitate ang buo kong katawan.


Inis na pumasok ako sa school kinabukasan. Pinaglalaruan talaga ako ng isang yon! Mabuti na lang at nakapagtimpi ako't di ko na lang siya nireplyan. Mabuti na lang rin hindi namin first subject ang biology. Isang break pa bago yon.

"Milktea..." naramdaman ko ang pagupo ng isang lalaki sa tabi ko, habang nakaupo ako sa batong upuan at lamesa ng garden.

Lumayo muna ako kina Lea, Blesse, at Rocel dahil nga ang ingay nilang tatlo. May long quiz pa kami sa History. Sabi naman nila ay nakapagreview na sila't pwede na yun.

"... and pizza."

Lumaki ang mata ko sa inilapag niyang family size pizza sa table. Kaming dalawa lang naman ang nandito bakit ganyan kalaki ang inorder niya?!

"Huy, magrereview tayo, hindi magfu-foodtrip! Pangfamily size pa 'yang binili mo!"

Humalakhak siya at inabot sa akin ang Milktea. Binasa ko ang pangalan na nakasulat sa cup.

Ayraaaa na may puso sa gilid.

"Eating while reviewing is healthy," aniya.

"The pizza itself is not that healthy."

"Hahaha. Higpit naman ni Mommy."

Kumunot ang noo ko sa sinabi niya "Mommy?"

"Eh family size yung pizza e. Tayo lang namang dalawa, edi family tayo. Mommy—"

Mukhang di ko gusto ang isusunod niya kaya pinigilan ko na agad.

"Hep! Sige na. Magsimula na tayo." sinimulan ko nang buklatin ang libro. Humalakhak naman siya.

"Ano bang sasabihin ko? Ikaw ang Mommy, pwede namang anak mo ako." tatawa-tawa niyang binuksan ang pizza at kumuha ng slice doon.
I just rolled my eyes. "Kaso nga lang di ako papayag doon. I should be the daddy."

Umiinit ang pisngi ko sa pinagsasabi niya.

"Charles---"

Umawang ang bibig ko, samantalang inilapag niya naman ako hawak niya upang titigan ako ng seryoso.

"What, Ayra?" aniya habang magkaharap kami. "Hindi ka pa rin ba sanay? Hindi ba't sinabi kong masanay ka na? Kasi gusto kita..."

Mas lalong naghabulan ang tibok ng puso ko sa kaba at hindi na nakapagsalita pa.

"Pinigilan na ako noon ni Richard Lee para makilala ka, pero ngayong pwede na, hindi na ako mapipigilan, kahit ikaw pa. Huwag mo na akong pigilang iparamdam 'tong nararamdaman ko para sa 'yo. Dahil pinapangako ko sa 'yo... sisiguraduhin kong makakalimutan mo rin si Richard Lee, pati yung sakit na binigay niya noon sa 'yo."

She is a good girl, who lives to impress and not to express. She is Miss no-lates-and-absences, 'yong tipong aakalain mong sipsip sa guro pero sadyang matalino lang talaga. Sinusunod niya ang lahat ng gusto ng Mama niya just to live up with her expectations, and all her life, she simply just want something: ang ma-maintain ang inaalagaang pagiging Rank 1 ---- at siyempre, ang mapansin ng kaisa-isa at kauna-unahang love of her life---- ang gwapo, mabait, at inosente niyang seatmate na si Jayvee Gamboa.

"meme" "review"
 *clap*     *clap*

(Sigh~) What should i write? 

Should i write about a kid who got bullied in naked-Leaf village because he had an angry mutated little fox sealed in his stomach? 

Or about a dragon who was born with too many balls and had to fling his sack to release his 7 overloaded balls over the universe. By which than a mutated human boy with a tail of a monkey search for all those balls in order to please the perverted dragon?

Maybe about a little ninja who massacred his whole clan in the village except for his little brother for a lottery ticket. Which then decides to become a pirate in order to search for that 
"One piece" of BBQ chicken wing?

(sigh~~) I really am a prodigy of the century, look how creative i am? Even Charles Xavier can't hold a candle to me when it comes to pure fresh-horse brain power. I call it HBP. Nice name right? 
Well... i will admit it does sound a bit like a STD name but doesn't matter. 
Anyyyywayyyysss i will stop stalling already, jesusss don't be so pushy.

I mean, hey its my first ever written novel alright? this novel will become my "Magnum Opus". 
I will be standing right before the hollywood entrance and also paste my hands in one of those tiles after this whole fiasco comes into the light right?

Oke to be honest i am a little nervous. What happens if i really do become famous because of this novel? look, look, look my little heart is already trembleling, thinking about all those ladies screaming my name at the entrance and throwing their panties to my face. 
What a beautiful scene it would be. 

But alas it won't happen to us writers as we have to work 24/7 and still get shit on(sadface). 
Do we really need to do this? Yes we do! Why you ask? Because without us prodigy authors writing novels for you guys: 
How can you learn to dream? 
To become someone big? 
To become successful? 
It all starts with imagination 
and of course with a little bit of dirty jokes here and there. 

So i hope i can inspire you to become a doctor or a lawyer, or both at the same time. i do prefer you would be getting graduated with both diplomas of course otherwise it would be a shame to my novel. And i will be getting bad review, comment and dislikes. Only because of you uhu. 

And for those that didn't make it to college don't worry. This novel let you inspire to get you a woman or a man that has a lot of money. In other words you will get a beautiful sugar-mama or a 
handsome sugar-daddy if you read this novel. 
Uhu, yes, yes 99.9% guaranteed. Almost like a c*ndom.

From now on i will be writing seriously and you will see me at chapter 175-180 come back.
So i hope you boys/girls/man/woman/EverythingInBetween/Tanks and 
Apache-helicopters will enjoy this novel. Thankyou<3

You can only read this if you are 18+
I repeat you can read this only if you are !!18+!!

This not your every day novel where its easy going easy life. Remember the title? Yes seven lives of sh*t so prepare some towels cus you will have to clean your bowels.
(get it? clean your bowels with towels cus they will be full of... what you didn't get it? never mind go away. don't read this gem its not for you anyways humpff~) and (noo this is not a tsundere tactical nuke strategy to hook you up, who do you think you are huh?).  

alright what else hmmm...

Aaaahhh Yes mc will be OP, very very very OP, but not so fast readers cus story will only start after chapter 180. Why? cus the mc will be in sh*t for a good 175 chapters. Yes a Prologue of 7 motherfricking parts, which consist of 180 chapters, where the mc gets fricked without a c*ndom by life. Can't do anything about it, the director and the producer are too hyped and said that they will go along and finance the whole 
PH mov-cough,cough,cough i mean novel of course what else you dirty minded #$@$#@.

so yeah...
what?
what are you looking at huh? freaking hell alright here is your stupid synopsis:
Go F*cking read the novel i don't have time for this.

here is my beautiful synopsis. Nice right?
yeah thought so too^^

This is an interview of the Author of *Handsome CEO's Darling Wife*
Mu Feng: Hello Dearest Readers, I'm Mu Feng, miss me? Today I'm going to introduce you to our Happy-go-lucky Author. Today she's here with us to increase our interest in this novel. Dear Author, please say 'hello' to your loyal readers.
Flow07: Hello my Beloved Readers. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my novel.
Mu Feng: I also thank Dear Author for creating my character.
Flow07: My pleasure.
Mu Feng: So first question to our Happy-go-lucky Author, why do you use such a pen name?
Flow07: Flow actually was created from my name Florence. My thinking flows like water and I love water. So with my name and thinking process, I started to fancy the word 'Flow'. And 07 means the month of July, my birth month and my favorite number.
Mu Feng: Oh, how creative! Is that why my sister Lan Lan has her birth date on July 14?
Flow07: Yes.
Mu Feng: Okay, next question. Is this the first time that you are writing a novel?
Flow07: Actually, when I was a kid, I used to write poems, basically about my family and relatives. Then, in middle school, I started writing long stories with no particular rules, so those works can't be called novels. And this is the first time I'm writing professionally.
Mu Feng: This novel that you created, what is this about? We read the synopsis, but please explain elaborately.
Flow07: Basically, it is about Hua Lan who becomes Mu Lan in the future. From the time she is born, her life is full of mysteries. Even her ex-lover Li and new lover Mu don't know that history thoroughly either. Many of us think what's so good about history. The present is more important. But I think, your past makes who you are in the present. So it's definitely important. Hua Lan's present is like that because of her past. From the time she was born. And no one knows it except me (Hehe). We'll get to find out sooner. As the time will pass she will unfold all the stories behind her as she will know and we also will get to her past.
Mu Feng: So the powerful Mu isn't your main target?
Flow07: Not really. If it was then I wouldn't tell my Readers about the history of Mu Family in the first place. The intention of telling them about their history is because it is not that important and it is something that the readers needed to know. But it will play an important role in the future.
Mu Feng: Thank you for giving my family a little importance.
Flow07: Of course I will. Mu has two major characters after all.
Mu Feng: Does that include me?
Flow07: You will find that out soon enough.
Mu Feng: *Cough*cough* Okay next question, will this novel drop?
Flow07: Absolutely not.
Mu Feng: At first, the chapters were about 500 to 800 words. What made you write 1k words in each chapter now?
Flow07: It was because of my incompetence, lack of skill and lack of experience. Now I know how much I should write. And I'm still learning.
Mu Feng: How many chapters will be there?
Flow07: 500 chapters or more than that.
Mu Feng: Our Beloved Readers found some spelling and grammar mistakes. What do you think of that?
Flow07: I feel awful when I even think of that. When you read something and find some silly mistakes, it's totally annoying. As an Author I'm ashamed. Though I check after writing, sometimes it just misses my eyes.
Mu Feng: Some Readers are thinking how my big brother and sister Lan will match up.
Flow07: Did I say anywhere that they will match up?
Mu Feng: What do you mean???
Flow07: What I mean is patience is a great virtue.
Mu Feng: Author, please. Don't give us a heart attack.
Flow07: All I can say that this novel is not a tragedy. I dislike tragedy.
Mu Feng: 'Sighed in relief' Thank you, Author. Next question, you created three new characters which took you two days. How can Readers judge them?
Flow07: Webnovel is a platform for Writers as well as the Readers. Writers can write whatever they want. Readers can read and critique whatever they want. The new characters are something which is very important to the end. When I started to create them, not only I had to think of their behaviors or body structure but also their family background and history, also their connections with lead characters. I know my Readers will love them.
Mu Feng: About the love scene...
FLow07: It will happen just the way my Loyal Readers want. But it will take time.
Mu Feng: About the mature content, your tag says 'violence'. What about it?
FLow07: It will come almost in the end, but before it comes, I'll ask my Readers, how they want the scenes.
Mu Feng: And the mysterious President Li...
Flow07: Just wait for the right moment.
Mu Feng: Heartless. Suddenly your writing drastically changed and you edited previous chapters. Why is that?
Flow07: As a newcomer, I can't catch many things like a Reader does. So I tell my Readers to criticize my writings. It's of great help. They make me realize my mistakes. I'm really happy about that. To me, criticism is always welcome. Also one of my Beloved Readers told me to read Ding Mo's novels. In August, I devoted myself to reading her novels and I fell for the characters, the stories, the chemistry. I thank that Reader of mine. Really. It was of great help.
Mu Feng: Is there something you want to tell you, Readers?
Flow07: Of course. As a newcomer, I'm inexperienced but my Readers read my novel without any complaints. It is the greatest joy to me. You have no idea how much it means to me.
Also, I have Readers in the USA. I heard about the Hurricane Florence. Though I have no idea why they gave such a destructive storm such a gorgeous name, but my deepest condolences to those who suffered.
Your comments, reviews, and votes are my greatest inspiration. Thank you very much for supporting me. I'll keep writing. The next novel will be related to this one. Don't forget to read it.
Mu Feng: We'll gladly wait for the new novel. Dear Readers, let's stop the interview for today. Keep asking new questions and we'll be back with those questions in the 200th chapter. Till then, please read our story and support my big brother and sister Lan Lan.
Flow07: That's cheating...
Mu Feng: Bye-bye.


"You're the moonlight that lights up the night's darkness~ 
You're the rain that patches the dried up lands~ 
You're the breath that keeps my heart alive~" 

"Haha, hubby, you're becoming better at flattering me" 

"As long as it is for you, I can become better at anything you want, my dear wifey." 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

While running away for their lives, she sacrifices herself to let her beloved escape. Hua Lan wakes up in an unfamiliar, luxurious room to find that she's unable to recall anything about herself. Learning that information regarding her existence is wiped out and that she needs to be cautious of the people out there to get her, Hua Lan starts a new life with a new identity. 

Surrounded by her dotting, handsome husband and his loving family, Hua Lan (now Mu Lan) adapts herself to her new life. But now in her dreams, she can hear a girl whispers: "Until you say 'I love you', I'll keep our memories shut. Farewell, my love." 

Mu Liang knows that there is something mysterious going on around her. She got a mystifying background and perplexing capabilities. But he doesn’t care about who she was in the past and why they keep attacking her. All he can think of loving her, cherishing her, locking her up so that she will never return to her past. Because he knows that he won't be able to live a moment away from her. 

They are trying to figure out the mystery regarding Hua Lan. But she needs her memory back. The best doctor cannot understand why she cannot remember anything. 

However, looking at a pair of cruel eyes, her head hurts. Since she cannot regain her memory, they have to choose another way to solve her puzzles. But what will she do after she regains her memories? Someone and some people have to get some face slaps. But who will get the slaps? And who will be able to laugh in the end? 

***This is a story about a girl who fights for herself and the people she cares about. She will try to find out who she is after losing her memory and people around her will help her to solve the mysteries around her. 


**WARNING: DO NOT PLAGIARIZE OR PUBLISH THIS WORK IN OTHER SITE. IF YOU LIKE THE WORK, TELL OTHERS TO READ IN WEBNOVEL.COM
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Book series: 

1. Handsome CEO's Darling Wife 
2. My Wife is a Goddess: 99 Secret Kisses 
3. Lost Happiness 
4. The Cobra

Another book:

My Beloved

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All the announcements, spoilers and updates will be given in Discord channel. So keep in touch. 

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I didn't want to write this. I really didn't. I'm delighted that my loyal readers gave this book a chance anyway even though it's different from what other novels are like out there. But, I am going to cancel this novel or update slowly. I tried very hard to persist by writing more chapters. But I can't. I lost my direction and creative voice.

It's NOT the reader's fault. It's my own. I love and appreciate all the feedback and comments given. Readers are allowed to offer opinions and critiques. I praise those who do. It's very insightful and thoughtful. 

The reason why I chose to give up is for two reasons. I lost my direction, meaning that it's not coming out the way I initially wanted it. The reason why is because I felt that since my story is different, I took a risk, which all authors do. We take risks. 

But unfortunately, I changed and re-wrote this story twice because I tried to make it good. But I didn't follow my initial instinct because I was afraid of what people may think, which is my fault for overthinking in the first place. 

Now, for the second reason. I am comparing this book to my first one. Now, it's challenging to grasp attention as a novice writer with no experience. But my first book, "Daughters of the Elite," FAILED the first time. It flopped. Badly. I went in and re-wrote it. 

NOW, it has a million views, hundreds of comments, and dozens of reviews. I never thought it would reach that audience since it's not contracted. But it did, and I'm happy and thrilled! 

The second time I wrote it, I received collections and votes quickly. I struggled at first, but my audience multiplied, once the word spread. My synopsis grabbed people, and I didn't enter any competitions because I didn't like the fact that people had to pay spirit stones. UGH. The amount of money I spent on this app because of 1000+ chapter novels. 

I hated the spirit stone system, so when I began writing, I wanted my stories to be good and free, but the issues are none of my works are promoted for that reason. 

I didn't gain a cent writing DOTE, but it's OKAY. I write these books for fun, but in the end, I know when to stop if it's not doing well. This book is not doing well at all. Which, again, I am not hurt by it that much, because I have book three that keeps me going. 

Before publishing this book, I received many requests and comments about how people were excited about book two, and I feel like I failed you guys. It's mysterious for sure, with some intrigue. But it's not what people want. 

Book 3, however, is anticipated. Now, I already began writing the book, and there are no struggles with it so far in terms of plot writing. *Hopefully* but I should drop this one. I persisted with DOTE; I failed on this one. I'm sorry. 

This book is about love that is thought to be lost but regained over time. 

NOW! I might complete this novel!!! However, updates will be unpredictable. It could be once every few days, maybe once a week. I am focused on book three. 

I really do like writing this book. But again, not many people like the idea of this one, of course, as you readers being the wonderful exception. 

I will be deleting this chapter in 24 hours so I can proceed with new chapters. But again will be mainly working on book three:

...

BOOK THREE:

"A SONG FOR A SUMMER'S NIGHT" 
 
[Release will be in one or two weeks]
Tags: Romance; Arranged Marriage; Forbidden Romance

Song Luli is a sharp-tongued, bold, and reserved young woman who unexpectedly becomes the new successor of her father's company—Song Entertainment—right after her older sister abruptly disinherits herself. 

Song Luli, now the heiress of a large company, soon receives word that Song Entertainment is crumbling in the business world, and to secure her position; she must marry Long Jie, a wickedly handsome heir of a conglomerate, who is bound to duty and responsibility. 

Long Jie is a handsome, ruthless, and calculative young man who destroys careers or makes them, and he is known to be frigid by rejecting every offer for a suitable match. 

But he picks Song Luli. 

On the terms of marriage, they agreed to never fall in love, to never think about the possibility as they dedicate their time towards their jobs and families. Marriage benefited both of them for the sake of power and to survive the turmoils of High Society. 

Watch as the budding romance blooms between two stubborn and cynical individuals who share more in common than they want to admit, learning more about what it means to be married, and battle the power struggles that they face, together. 

Meanwhile... 

Song Luli's cousin Su Xiang is an aspiring doctor devoted to her job and inheriting the legacy her mother built. She is the heiress of Song Pharmaceuticals, but when her older adoptive brother returns from four years of Medical school, she must confront the blooming feelings she harbours for him. 

Until next time, and hopefully, I succeed.

What happens if the person you thought you hated the most turned out to be the one who loves you ceaselessly, unconditionally, and passionately? 

Status: Completed

...

Xue Guangli was a young woman who followed her mother’s legacy; she won’t marry to get above her status. She will earn it. 

However, when a tragedy struck her home, she lost sight of the things she wanted. 

To get her life in order, she must regain the classy legacy she left behind, find the real suspect of her mother’s killer, and pave a way through the challenges thrown at her. 

But when it comes to her mother’s murder trial, Xue Guangli is forced to get help from the man she hates the most—Long Huojin. Long Huojin is an achingly handsome and devastatingly perfect successor of a large conglomerate, but the two never got along. 

Xue Guangli hated Long Huojin for most of her life—so much that when he looks at her, she can hardly breathe. 

Long Huojin, on the other hand, secretly pines for Xue Guangli patiently waiting for the day she’ll let him in. 

***Novel Completed at Chapter 70***

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“Her eyes dropped to the hollow of his throat, to the bob of his Adam's apple. Her gaze lingered and stopped at his mouth, at the seams of his lips. It hadn't occurred to her what it would feel like to taste them.” 


Keywords: Male Lead; Female Lead; Romance; Crime Drama; Strong Female Protagonist; Respectful Male Lead; No Prolonged Misunderstandings; No Sexual Assault; No Evil Sisters; Detailed Smut; 18+ 

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Other Works: 

Daughters of the Elite (4.8)
A Song For a Summer's Night 

Art cover isn't mine. Will remove when asked.

The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

Dassah Quinn had left no choice but to stay with a perfect stranger. Yearning for someone who would help them get out of trouble and leave the olden storage room is her gleam of hope. 

In the course of incarceration, Dassah unexpectedly entailed herself in a scheme of discerning the nondescript man, One One.

Some of the authors on Webnovels were inspired to write their own stories after reading the works of famous authors. Perhaps some of them believed that they could do a better job. Some of them ran out of things to read, so they decided to write the "story" that they want to read. While others… just want to write a story that they think will be popular to the readers.

Ironically, the stories that they had written also inspired other readers to write their own stories as well. Hopefully, this cycle will never end. So that the future generations will be able to read new and exciting stories that will show them a world filled with sword, magic, cultivation, and Lo--

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Xandarx: There's a reason for them to be famous as they have their style

Zenith: lol.

Xandarx: You can see it from their work, it's true. Like their character has embedded into the book. This is what make them different I think.

Zenith: I know. But not everyone is as great as you show them to be. They learn from their previous works While we are still struggling to finish one.

Xandarx: Yeah, I know.

Zenith: They move on and get better that's where the difference lies. If you see any CN author who made it big, you can see that they had their share of experience before getting there, or for that matter, any author in the Western world.

Murakami: Not necessarily publishing houses only accept works they think will sell.

Zenith: The ones who get it big the first time are rare.

Murakami: So you might not see how they built up to their debut novel. Authors can have 15-20 scrapped novels b4 they debut, and the public don't get to read a single one.

Reili: Yikes.

Xandarx: Yeah.

Zenith: That doesn't make the author lose his experience of writing those scrapped novels that's the point I was making.

Murakami: But it also means that it's more like hit and miss.

Reili: True because they don't get the feedback from fans.

Murakami: They get limited feedback from an agent/editor who doesn't want to read their work.

Zenith: Yeah, but it surely is better than nothing.

Murakami: And they're left with a bunch of abstract and vague advice that they have no idea how to implement.

Reili: If they don't enjoy it, the feedback won't be as insightful.

Zenith: They can learn from their mistakes from reading their own works.

Reili: Well…

Zenith: If possible, from platforms.

Murakami: If they knew how to do that they'd fix it and publish it.

Reili: It would make the process easier if someone who enjoys the book to give them better feedback.

Zenith: It's called rewriting from scratch, and it takes a tonne of time if the author feels more interested in some other idea of his, he would do that.

Reili: I suppose so since the author being inspired will bring his book along.

VKBoy: If the ones giving review are professional editors, then they don't necessarily have to have read your work with immersion because their suggestions will still likely cover the basic flaws that amateurish writers usually make.

Reili: Point taken.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: @VKBoy if they spot those errors they'll put down the manuscript after the first page

Reili: Then again, its a little bit like movie critics. They may hate the movie, but fans love it.

Zenith: Yeah.

Murakami: And then send a reply saying, "Don't send in another manuscript until you learn how to write properly."

Zenith: Professionals in the said field prefer not taking risks. Especially in movies, but books, you can keep trying.

VKBoy: Well, if there are errors in the first page itself, that's a whole different thing, lol.

Reili: True.

Murakami: No, but a good editor can tell the writing quality from just the first page even if you've crafted it perfectly, they can just tell that the rest will be shit.

Reili: You have to also take into account of one punch man. The original comic looks terrible, but the redraw made it amazing.

Zenith: That's smartness of the creator.

VKBoy: Well, in one punch man's case, it got attention from the companies after it got popular in the online communities.

Reili: So a persons writing and grammar may be terrible, but with a little editing, the story itself could be amazing.

Zenith: You can let the editor do the Shi*t and focus on your story, It works.

Overlord Venus: Yeah, solo leveling is a good example. The story is bland.

Reili: But it would also help if the author re-reads the edit to make sure the essence of their story is still there.

HavenlyJeep: Essence and core backbone.

Zenith: @Reili It depends on what the author wants, and how much work he is willing to put in.

Reili: @Zenith true.

VKBoy: Of course, some editors just butcher the style of the author.

Reili: Same but honestly I just use Grammarly and the read aloud function in word to make sure the chapter makes sense.

Zenith: You can learn about writing, grammar, editing if you truly want. It is just the question of, would you?

Reili: I'm more into thinking up ideas and writing them than editing.

VKBoy: Editing is also writing, mate. Rewriting is where real writing lies.

Zenith: It's a skill in writing a story, but your choice.

Reili: Point taken.

Murakami: You can't be a writer without being an editor.

Zenith: Editing it yourself can help you keep the heart of the story.

Reili: That being said, the more I write, the better my basic grammar became.

Zenith: You will keep the feels right.

Reili: Editing is now part of the process.

Zenith: And not make it just sound or look better, you give what the story wants
And that is a great thing.

Reili: Creative freedom.

Zenith: I want to learn grammar and revise what I learned.

VKBoy: @Zenith Learning grammar will take years, so take it slow and steady. That way, memories stick with you for longer times.

Reili: I do read mtl sometimes since I can't wait for chaps, but then I find myself reading in broken English and must stop.

Murakami: I'd like to correct that statement VKBoy. Learning grammar is easy
learning "usage" is hard.

VKBoy: lol, if you read mtl, your IQ drops. Believe me, this can affect a person's writing skill in the long run.

Reili: Definitely, which is why I stopped.

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Author's Notes

I'm sure you've read this a few times in the previous chapters, but I had been reading MTL chapters for the past few years. I usually read "Completed" stories, and most of them are around 2-4k chapters each. Of course, I read the translated chapters first. After I reach the latest translated chapter, I will immediately jump to *cough* Google Translate.

Yeah~ I know. Reading chapters through Google Translate was the most…epic mistake I did in the past. I've finished World Defying Dan God, Battle Through the Heavens uhh…and a few more novels using Google Translate.

In the later years, I discovered lnmtl.com, which gave me a better translation (at least the names of the characters are not written like Cloud Che instead of Yun Che (Against the Gods). 

To be perfectly honest, If I didn't start writing, I would have continued to read these machine translated chapters even now. Reading MTL works if English is not your first language.

This is something that those with English as their main language will scoff at. However, for those who just want to read. As in reading something without worrying about anything else, then they won't care even if it's a machine translated chapter. As long as they will be able to read the NEXT chapter, then it's all good.

This is also the reason why I admire translators. If not for them, these stories that we are not aware of will not be able to grace us with their presence. I would like to thank the translators of my favorite novels like Lord of Mysteries, Release that Witch, Against the Gods, Cultivation Chatgroup, Second Coming of Avarice, and so many other titles that I won't be able to list here.

To my beloved readers, if there will come a time when you feel like writing a story of your own and you're reading machine translated chapters, please stop now. I'm saying this for your own good. 

I understand how you feel. Believe me I do, but for the sake of the story you're going to write in the future, heed my advice. Stop now, while you still have the chance. Learning how to write from scratch with broken English is a painful process.

Then again, if you find an editor who is a masochist, consider yourself lucky. Let them clean up your mess for you, so you can focus on writing your story, and learn the art of writing while you write.

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Xue Jing only wanted to sell to someone that gave him good vibes. Good vibes were hard to define, but somehow, he felt that he wouldn't be upset if he sold his flat to Fang Zhao and the apartment was completely renovated.
Just as Fang Zhao put it, different arrangers would handle the same song differently. Different styles would come out. Everyone was equally entitled to leave their mark. Any buyer was simply a temporary custodian of the property.
Property prices in Qi'an were quite high, especially in this neighborhood. Flats that were located on the 100th floor or higher usually cost at least 10,000 dollars per square meter. There was only one penthouse apartment in the building. The entire property took up some 200 square meters, but the flat only accounted for half of it. A garden and a parking space took up the other half.
The price tag was 10 million, which was cheap compared to similar properties in the area. The market value was no less than 20 million.
One of the reasons why real estate in that neighborhood was expensive was the presence of security guards and regular patrols. Quite a few Yanzhou celebrities bought homes in the area to avoid media attention. Xue Jing had bought this place back then because he'd wanted the peace and quiet. He was no celebrity, but he was quite influential in the music industry. Many people sought him out for favors, hoping a word from Xue Jing would translate into shortcuts. Xue Jing got so fed up he moved here. "There's another reason I invited you here, besides selling you my apartment. It's entirely up to you. No pressure," Xue Jing said.
Fang Zhao had thought a favor might be attached when Xue Jing had announced his asking price. Given Xue Jing was so generous with his pricing, Fang Zhao would comply as long as it wasn't too big of a favor.
"Please continue," Fang Zhao said.
"As you know, I'm not teaching these days, focusing instead on editing and writing textbooks." Xue Jing looked at Fang Zhao. "I'm working on a book about symphonic works. I'd like to use your songs as an example."
Xue Jing was writing a textbook that analyzed symphonies and served as a how-to primer. Symphonies were an offbeat genre. Music students tended to avoid the specialty. Even though symphonies enjoyed greater prestige within the industry, they weren't too popular.
Xue Jing wasn't only concerned with turning a profit. The elders in the industry didn't bother with symphonies, but the genre had to be preserved. Xue Jing didn't want to cut and paste like previous authors. He wanted to present contemporary examples. This would require Fang Zhao to discuss his creative vision, his sources of inspiration, and some memorable moments from the creative process. In short, Xue Jing wanted Fang Zhao to pass on his knowledge and expose more students to the genre of symphonies. It would be the equivalent of a master class in written form. Of course, it was up to Fang Zhao to decide how much to reveal.
"As you know, this isn't a hit single. There won't be much money in it." Xue Jing was frank.
Fang Zhao's emergence gave Xue Jing hope. The "100-Year Period of Destruction" series probably made for the most memorable symphonic pop songs in the past century. More importantly, the series was not condescending. It took the accessible form of pop music and reached a broad audience.
Many young composers were reluctant to share their creative insight, so Xue Jing thought Fang Zhao would take his time to consider the request. Little did he expect Fang Zhao to agree immediately.
"No problem."
But Fang Zhao wasn't actually that young. He was happy to share his knowledge and pass on the lessons he'd learned from the end of days. Human life was finite, but there were no bounds to shared experience and knowledge.
Xue Jing was delighted. "Terrific. Terrific. I'll add your name to the list of consulting editors."
Textbooks in the New Era—whether in print or electronic form—identified their authors clearly. University regulations also required them to identify their editors and consulting editors.
Normally, protocol dictated that if the length of your contribution was brief and the content wasn't essential to the book, you weren't listed as a contributing editor. Xue Jing was thinking Fang Zhao probably wouldn't share at length, but the fact that he was willing to open up and share was worth applauding. Xue Jing was glad to give him credit.
"My assistant will brief you on the mechanics of contributing to the book. You could also organize your thoughts ahead of time. As for the apartment, I'll send for packers right away. I'll have all the paperwork completed and the flat vacated in three days. There's no rush in paying me. If you can't pay the full amount in one go, you can pay in installments over a few years. No hurry."
"It's OK. I can pay in full now," Fang Zhao said.
Fang Zhao left the apartment after the conversation ended. Xue Jing had him chauffeured back to Silver Wing. Fang Zhao got a call from Zhu Zhen, Duan Qianji's assistant, while en route.
"Fang Zhao, someone from Leizhou wants to use the third movement in a movie soundtrack. They don't want to buy the song outright—just license it for 30 days." In other words, there would be a moratorium on the song's release in other formats for 30 days after the film began screening in theaters.
Orders like this from another continent were rare and often translated into new opportunities.
"We haven't discussed the price yet. Chairman Duan wants to get your OK first," Zhu Zhen said.
"To use on a soundtrack? It's a production company from Leizhou?"
"Yes. The deal will help promote the song, but the production company doesn't have a great reputation."
Every continent had protectionist measures in place to shore up their own music and film industries. "Cocoon Breach" was a good example that illustrated this trend. After the song was proven to have an impact on Hull virus patients, the publicity on other continents glossed over the title of the song or made brief mention of it. The focus was on its effect on Hull virus carriers and related topics. The medical discussion took precedence, obscuring any talk of Polar Light or details about the first and second movements.
It was one thing if the two songs were merely released as songs. But the two movements were inextricably linked to a virtual idol, so they were heavily censored in Leizhou.
Media coverage of the songs in Leizhou not only buried the title of the songs and the names of the composer and production company—Polar Light wasn't mentioned at all. Few people who read the news reports searched for the songs. The first two movements also weren't available for download outside of Yanzhou.
So what Duan Qianji had in mind was using the Leizhou film as an alternative platform, even though it might be a crappy production. Given the fact that the two songs were not available for download outside of Yanzhou, they could license them for placement in films. This didn't affect their marketing plan in Yanzhou.
But Duan Qianji was worried that Fang Zhao would find the placement degrading if the film was a mediocre production just judging from appearances. He might be turned off. That was why she had asked Zhu Zhen to run the plan by Fang Zhao first before entering into negotiations.
After being briefed by Zhu Zhen, Fang Zhao thought for about two seconds. "I'd like to get a sense of the plot of the film and where exactly the song will be placed."
"I'm not entirely clear on either. Let me get back to you."
Half an hour later, Zhu Zhen sent Fang Zhao an encrypted file that outlined the plot and where the third movement would be placed.
The document also listed the names of the production company and key investors as well as the main actors.
The credits would have meant nothing to someone outside the entertainment industry in Yanzhou. But anyone from Leizhou could tell from the names of the production company and investors that the film was a shameless ploy to promote a certain star. What wass funny was that, despite their corny story lines and shitty acting, films like this did OK at the box office. People usually bitched as they watched these movies online. They knew they were crap but they couldn't resist watching. Maybe it was a form of venting.
Fang Zhao spent an afternoon watching previous releases backed by the same production company and investors. He had his answer by sundown.
"I'll sign off on this. My only request is that the third movement only be used for the scene specified. There is no leeway on this. It can only be played then."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

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