Chapter 61: The Great God's Hostility Toward Her

Muzi Qing stood before Lin Yan, blocking out all the light and casting a faint shadow across the book in Lin Yan's hands.

Even so, Lin Yan had no intention of speaking to her.

They were two entirely unrelated people, and she wanted nothing to do with her. They had no connection in college, and it was even less likely now.

"Can we talk, Lin Yan?" Seeing that Lin Yan had no intention of acknowledging her, Muzi Qing was forced to break the silence herself.

"Sure." Lin Yan looked up and flashed a smile.

Holding a glass of wine, Muzi Qing sat down in the seat Qin Xiang had just vacated. Taking a small sip from her glass, she began, "I suppose you've figured out that I am Ziqing?"

Lin Yan smiled lightly and nodded. When Muzi Qing had first walked over, she had already guessed that she was the great master Ziqing from the group chat. She hadn't realized it before simply because she never thought to connect the two.

"Qin Xiang is Soaring Miles." Muzi Qing swirled the wine in her glass, watching the amber liquid churn before settling back into stillness.

"I guessed as much," Lin Yan said in a soft, gentle voice.

"And yet I never guessed that Yanyan was actually you, Lin Yan." Muzi Qing let out a crisp, tinkling laugh, sounding bright and cheerful enough to make onlookers think they were having a delightful conversation.

Yet Lin Yan could not fathom what Muzi Qing was really trying to say.

"I might have been a bit blunt in the group chat, but I hope you won't mind. I simply dislike seeing women who aspire to become master writers use Qin Xiang's influence to climb higher, or even sell their bodies to do so." As Muzi Qing spoke, her gaze locked tightly onto Lin Yan's eyes, terrified of missing even the slightest flicker of expression.

"That hardly seems necessary," Lin Yan said, maintaining her faint smile and neutral tone.

"There are unspoken rules in our industry. Didn't you know?" Muzi Qing let out a mocking laugh. "You have no idea how many little vixens I've caught red-handed. That's why I'm forced to be on my guard."

Hearing Muzi Qing talk like this, Lin Yan suddenly felt she had nothing left to say. They truly shared no common ground because their perspectives were completely different. Lin Yan wrote novels simply to keep herself from getting bored at home, to express her own thoughts and her attitude toward things—not for fame, not for fortune, and certainly not for money. Lin Yan felt that as long as she remained Leng Mohan's wife, she would never have to worry about money. Although Leng Mohan did not love her, he was never stingy with her, especially regarding material things.

Yet Muzi Qing clearly did not share that view. In her eyes, one should win as many awards as possible and become as famous as possible.

And yet she was already a master writer, with countless online readers infatuated with her novels. What on earth was she still unsatisfied with?

"Lin Yan, I hope you're different from the others. After all, we went to the same university. Strictly speaking, you're my junior," Muzi Qing added.

"Rest assured," Lin Yan said, unable to say anything else, finally offering just this guarantee.

Muzi Qing stared at Lin Yan for a long while before finally laughing. "So, do you still like Qin Xiang?"

She asked the question so casually, as if making small talk between friends, yet her eyes revealed a deep, intense aversion toward Lin Yan.

How could Lin Yan fail to notice Muzi Qing's disgust? Unwilling to tangle with her any further, she simply gave a concise reply: "I've been married for two years."

Believing Lin Yan was merely brushing her off with a perfunctory excuse, Muzi Qing turned serious and said, "I'll say this again: whether you still like him or not, he will never like you, because he has me."