Chapter 90 - Chapter 90: Chapter 89: Old Wang, don’t worry yet! (First subscription plea!) (2/2)

“I’ve already had a feast, I’m not hungry,” Lin Chuan said with a laugh.

“Hm?”

Wang Zikai was very surprised, “You’re a bachelor, why are you having a big meal all by yourself?”

“Sorry, it was two people going, actually.” Lin Chuan chuckled.

“Officer Shen?” Wang Zikai asked in astonishment, “Old Lin, you’re doing well, I see. Progress isn’t bad.”

“Uh, not Officer Shen, it’s Officer Xia.” Lin Chuan said with an embarrassed smile.

Wang Zikai: “???”

Twenty minutes later, Wang Zikai arrived at the scene: “Old Lin, what’s the situation here?”

“Just the usual situation. Officer Xia really likes my novel; she said she wanted to treat me to a meal.” Lin Chuan smiled.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

Wang Zikai clicked his tongue in amazement and gave a thumbs-up, “You, you’ve got some hidden depths!”

Lin Chuan was confused, “What do you mean?”

“Yesterday, Officer Shen was asking my Qiqi, and through her wanted to ask you if you had any plans to go out on a trip during the May Day holiday. I thought you two were getting quite close,” Wang Zikai explained.

Ah?

Lin Chuan’s mouth hung open and his eyes widened.

Little Landlady, Xia Qingqing, Shen Qianqian… hiss, why are they all squeezing into the May Day holiday?

I’m not a time management guru!

“Ah… it’s just really annoying.” Lin Chuan also sighed, suddenly feeling a bit more bothered.

“I suspect you’re just being coy,” Old Wang spit out, “But honestly, which one do you like?”

“I’ve never been in love; I have no idea,” Lin Chuan shook his head.

With a full belly, one thinks of lust.

The royalties had come in, and the studio was getting started; a man indeed starts thinking about ’emotional needs.’

Old Wang gave it some thought, then asked, “Do you like the pretty ones?”

Lin Chuan countered, “Who doesn’t like the pretty ones?”

“You just need to answer whether you like them or not,” Old Wang pressed, “What about the ones with large chests?”

“Like.”

“What about the ones with long legs?”

“Like.”

“What about the perky ones?”

“Like.”

“What about the pure lust ones?”

“Like.”

“What about the sexy ones?”

“Like… I guess,” Lin Chuan frowned, “Wait, aren’t these all things no man would dislike?”

On the bench beside the riverbank.

Old Wang sat shoulder-to-shoulder with Lin Chuan, chuckling, “That’s true.”

“Let’s skip this subject.”

Lin Chuan moved on from this topic, deciding to talk about the May Day matter when the time came and turned to Old Wang, asking, “Did you run into some big trouble?”

“Got a stomach ache from living off a woman.” Old Wang said.

“Old Wang, did you seek me out late at night just to play around?” Lin Chuan teased with a laugh.

“I’m serious,” Old Wang’s face visibly fell.

“Aha?”

Lin Chuan, who had never lived off someone else, was a little perplexed.

“Even though living off someone else is indeed tasty, I find it hard to fit into her circle,” Old Wang heaved a sigh and continued, “These days, I’ve met many of Qiqi’s friends. They are either Heavenly Kings or Influent Authors, the least of them has ten thousand subscriptions.”

“Are you feeling inferior?” Lin Chuan asked.

Old Wang, who usually brimmed with confidence, gave a rare nod, “Old Lin, you know me. I don’t aim too high, and Qiqi doesn’t mind my achievements, but having only one fairly successful book, I can’t hold my own in Qiqi’s circle. It’s frustrating!”

“Old Wang, don’t worry about it for now,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.

“What’s up?” Old Wang was surprised.

“I’ve got ten thousand subscriptions too,” Lin Chuan chuckled.

Old Wang’s eyes widened: “???”