127 A Tired Couple Still Has the Ability to Flir (1/2)

”Actually, now that I think about it... Why am I still continuing this novel?”

He recalled that his only objective was to earn money from this novel but he hadn't achieved that despite the overwhelming reception towards his novel, and the massive amount of chapters he prepared.

”...Do I enjoy making this?”

Zhou Lei already knew the answer in his heart.

A resounding yes!

”Okay, fine... I'll continue.” He reassured himself.

Even though a majority of the fans were unsupportive pricks, he still had the supportive and concerned ones that waited for his novel to upload. After all, a few bad eggs were inevitable, but it didn't mean that the whole basket was.

”...Okay, let's do this!”

Zhou Lei cracked his knuckles, donned a pair of glasses, and opened the typing program...

Go!

.....

The street was already dark. Only the lamp posts could provide some sort of light, as they shined on the small puddles of water on the road. Cars passed by with headlights on, making the pedestrians block their eyes whenever they encountered one.

In a desolate street, a lone man walked along on the pavement, panting every step of the way. His footsteps echoed through the silence.

Zhou Jiahao walked home, tiredness radiating from his entire body. Not to mention the messy attire he wore, just his hair was enough to determine that he had a sorrowful experience.

'For how long do I have to go through this...?'

For now, he could go home early since the photographer had a good mood today. He was allowed to rest for a while before continuing with the dreaded overtime...

'That Qing Huo... just because I took an absence for a day, he sends me to model for an international magazine?!'

In the end, he couldn't do anything about it, especially since his boss was one that had a bad temper and would easily fire a worker if they didn't comply.

'Anyway, being sent to model means that my appearance has been acknowledged by him... Is this what they call the burden of being handsome?'

He opened the door to his home and glanced at the shoes on the floor. There were two pairs present, presumably for both his children.

'Now that I think about it, I haven't really spoken to them since Sunday morning.'

His children passed through his mind like the fleeting wind.

Removing his work clothes, he crashed on the big couch and placed his palm over his head. As of now, he wore only some boxers, and that was it. His finely chiseled body was exposed to the heat around the house.

The noise coming from the television disturbed him, so he grabbed the remote on his back and shut the television off.

'Little Ya didn't even turn the TV off...'