Xue Fuxiao was excited: "I’ll watch with you."

"No, no need."

Dongfang Sansan shook his head repeatedly. As soon as he saw those thirty-six Soul Jade Scrolls, he knew something was wrong. Who knows what Jun Lin, that guy, wrote?

It’s better to quickly get Xue Fuxiao out of here.

"Oh, there’s another thing, about Dongyun Yu’s reward request. It’s a bit quirky. He wants a banner, and he wants it delivered to his home with a lot of fanfare. I agreed to it, and also promised a medal." Xue Fuxiao nearly forgot about Dongyun Yu.

"Oh? That most shameless one from the Dong Family?" Dongfang Sansan’s face showed an odd expression.

"That’s the one."

"Then go ahead, since you promised it, you should make the arrangements." Dongfang Sansan said, "This doesn’t need to go through me, just say I had no idea."

Xue Fuxiao suddenly sensed something wasn’t right: "How come?"

"It’s nothing. Just remember to do it. Achieving success requires fulfilling these little rewards." Dongfang Sansan said.

"...Alright." Xue Fuxiao felt something was amiss but couldn’t put her finger on it.

"You should leave."

"Can’t I watch?"

"No."

Xue Fuxiao, although unwilling, had to leave since Dongfang Sansan was so unceremonious in chasing her away, turning back three times before finally departing.

Once Xue Fuxiao left.

Dongfang Sansan rang the bell to order no one to disturb him.

Then, he sat comfortably in the most relaxing chair to start reading Jun Lin’s autobiography.

After barely finishing the first Jade Scroll, Dongfang Sansan was already collapsing.

This?

Do I have to put my name on it?

Quickly skimming through everything, Dongfang Sansan lay on the chair with eyes empty, feeling thoroughly defeated.

If this was published with his name, he feared his reputation would be ruined for a lifetime!

Not to mention, the boys teaching all over the Continent were all as pale and thin as a ghost, while the girls’ bellies were all bulging without any issues.

The goal of increasing the Continent’s population could likely be achieved swiftly.

What should be done?

Dongfang Sansan sighed.

Started revising from the first sentence.

Reforming with great boldness.

Feeling depressed while revising, although Jun Lin was indeed a hero of an era, he really wasn’t a good author when it came to writing articles, not to mention it’s filled with fluff, critical points were missed, and on top of that, his self-indulgence, top-level narcissism.

After reading this autobiography, Dongfang Sansan’s only thought was: better to start from scratch and write anew!

If only focusing on event highlights, leaving only a million words, directly name it "Romance of the World" it can be published.

Absolutely riveting for each reader!

What Dongfang Sansan had been looking forward to for so long had now turned into the instrument tormenting him most intensely.

Never had he sighed so much in his life.

Stayed up all night, finishing the revision of the first Jade Scroll, cutting out 420,000 words from 500,000, then "polishing" it to add 170,000, totaling 250,000 words.

Then just laid back.

Not caring about anything for now, just taking a nap.

Even while dreaming, he surprisingly dreamt of Jun Lin’s autobiography text.

"Jun Lin, truly the most handsome man in the world, this stunning girl fell for him at first sight, compared with the male companion beside her, instantly felt the companion was not even as good as a pile of excrement... Jun Lin smiled elegantly, truly conquering the world, imposing and majestic yet suave..."

Dongfang Sansan turned over, even sighed in his dream...

Indeed, no wonder Xue Fuxiao had that look expecting to watch the show.

Now I understand.

He could imagine how enormous, troublesome, and even embarrassing his workload would be these days...

"Jun Lin... with your writing skills, you actually wrote an autobiography..."

"You, you, you and Xue Hanhan are alike... only fit for battle..."

...

Not mentioning how Dongfang Sansan was collapsing, and how Xue Fuxiao was secretly delighted.

Fang Che, after Xue Fuxiao left, noticed it was only afternoon.

Divine Sense revealed no one around.

An area of silence.

So he gracefully walked out of the study room: "Ye Meng, come!"

"What for?" Ye Meng walked in.

Just in time to see Fang Che’s eyes blazing like fire.

Instinctively sensed trouble, turned to run: "I’ll go pack clothes..."

Before she could run out, Fang Che caught her around the waist: "Tomorrow we’ll sort that out. Come, let me show you a big treasure... I’ve been dying to show you..."

Ye Meng, blushing with anger, struggled but was swept directly into the bedroom by Fang Che, acting on impulse, against her will...

After one hour.

Fang Che sat up energetically, feeling refreshed.

Ye Meng, covered with a thin quilt, felt like her whole body was still floating in the air.

Her eyes couldn’t focus.

Not just a feeling, she genuinely knew: Fang Che had strengthened.

After a long while...

Ye Meng finally came back to her senses weakly: "Fang Che... you, you..."

"What?"

"You... you should find a concubine... I won’t be jealous..." Ye Meng weakly said.

"What are you saying? Am I that kind of person!"

Many historical heroes fell for this line, how could Fang Che fall for it?

Firmly refused: "I only love you alone!"

"I’m serious."

"I’m serious too."

Ye Meng lay in bed, feeling both shy and pleased, yet worried. Oh, whatever shall I do.

Fang Che, stripped and wrapped in his shirt, went out and brought back an about thousand-pound True Soul Yin Yang Root.

Sweeping it clean with Spiritual Energy.

Snap. Snap. Broke off two three-inch-thick pieces, handed one to Ye Meng: "Eat up."

"What’s this...?" Ye Meng asked weakly.

"This is True Soul Beauty Ginseng."

Fang Che said earnestly: "This stuff, eating plenty can grant eternal life, beautify and maintain youth, preserving beauty throughout life without aging. Can also keep your figure unchanged, you can eat without getting fat."

Just now weak as can be, Ye Meng sat up with a brush, eyes shining and full of spirit: "Really!?"