362 Kicking a Man While He Was Down (2/2)

”Impossible!” Chairman Xu shook his head, cutting Ouyang Qing off. ”Xu Nan and Xu Wanqing had contacted me earlier. Her master wouldn't offer his assistance any longer. There's no chance for me to say anything.”

Ouyang Qing remained silent. Ye Lingchen's reaction was reasonable. Geniuses had their ego, especially given her previous attitude toward him.

”I got us in this mess. I'll get him to help no matter what it takes!”

Ouyang Qing steeled her eyes, her voice filled with dedication. After that, she immediately headed out without hesitation…

Hill Spring Residence…

Ye Lingchen was in his villa, both his hands typing away on the keyboard.

Xu Wanqing and Xu Nan could not bring themselves to ask Ye Lingchen for help again. With the troubles back home, they quickly returned.

Since the publication of Celestial Bane, it had always been a hot topic in the world of internet novels. It turned into a symbol of Yuewen Group, a legendary novel where the author achieved greatness within the first publication.

Right then, because of his frenzied uploads, the entire comment section exploded with activity.

[F*ck! It's going crazy! What's wrong with I am Y today?]

[15 thousand words! He's already uploaded 15 thousand words! This is amazing!]

[Ahhh, this is wonderful! I've never read so comfortably for a long time! Thank you very much!]

[This hits the spot. If only the updates are like this every day. Thank you!]

[Cut the crap. I'm just a student without much money. I'm sending you 1,000 coins to show my gratitude!]

[I'm well off. It's difficult being an author. I'll send you 10,000 coins. Keep it up!]

…

Following that, 20 thousand words, 25 thousand words, 30 thousand words!

[F*ck! What's going on today? What's Celestial Bane's author doing?]

[Damn! It's bad enough that his ratings are good, and he's still putting in this much effort? Are they leaving us any room to breathe?]

[So scary! What kind of typing speed is this? No wonder he became a legend!]

…

However, right at that moment, Ye Lingchen's hands froze. It was not that he lost the motivation to type, but there was a guest.

Ding dong, ding dong!

The villa's doorbell brought a frown to Ye Lingchen's brows.

The visitor did not have a key, so it was not Zhang Yunxi coming home.

He went downstairs and opened the door, which led to a frown on his face, followed by a mischievous smile on the corner of his lips. ”Well, I didn't expect the great Director Ouyang to be here.”