The moment he got home, Yun Mingxin hurriedly opened his laptop and logged into QQ.

*Beep-beep!*

Before he could even launch his writing software, an avalanche of messages flooded his screen.

‘Old rogue Ember, time for an update!’

‘I’ll pay ten thousand Fire Vouchers for your address!’

…

Countless similar messages startled even Yun Mingxin himself.

His pen name was Ember—a lazy author who religiously posted exactly four thousand words daily. Though brief, his updates never wavered, so his readers knew his habits well. Today, he’d merely delayed his post and skipped the fan group chat. Yet here they were, swarming him.

He gathered his thoughts and typed swiftly:

‘Call me Father, and I’ll update right now.’

Ignoring the private messages, he closed QQ and began writing.

Though hopeless with real romance, his love novels were legendary—devourable spiritual sustenance. His character portrayals were exquisitely detailed, earning him legions of fans.

Two hours later, after meticulous polishing, a fresh chapter was ready.

Just as he prepared to publish, his phone rang.

To his surprise, it was his editor.

“Senior Editor, what’s up? Why the sudden call?” Yun Mingxin asked. He always updated on schedule; even today’s slight delay shouldn’t warrant this.

“Ember, check your page! Someone just tipped ten million Book Coins! Fans are going wild—and others started tipping too. One threw a million, another insisted on one million and one… Your fan rankings are completely flooded!”

“??”

Yun Mingxin was baffled. Two fans clashing over his book? Utterly bizarre.

He scheduled the chapter to upload in three minutes, then opened his novel’s webpage.

Comments swarmed the screen. At the very top blazed two dazzling blue “Pangu” badges—the highest honor. Behind each name trailed zeros that made his eyes swim.

*Ji_Daren: 10,000,000…*

*XinYing: 10,000,001…*

Ones, tens, hundreds…

Counting them exhausted him.

He steadied himself and scanned the comments. Minutes later, he grasped the cause.

It stemmed from his two female leads: a music-loving campus queen and Chiaki, a kind but fiercely strong Japanese girl.

Their fan comments read:

*Ji_Daren: Aaaah! Chiaki-chan is so adorable! She’s absolutely the male lead’s main wife!*

*XinYing: Nonsense! The campus queen is his true love.*

*Ji_Daren: What did you say? Poor people really can’t appreciate the author’s genius.*

After this, Ji_Daren tipped ten million Fire Vouchers—equivalent to ten thousand cash—for Chiaki’s character.

XinYing retaliated instantly, tipping ten thousand and one yuan for the campus queen.

This blatant provocation ignited Ji_Daren. She smashed another ten million Fire Vouchers without hesitation.

His book had become a battlefield.

*‘I could write a spin-off: “When My Readers Fight Over Husbands: A Cautionary Tale.”’*

Yun Mingxin loved earning, but these were devoted fans. As the author, he had to intervene before things turned ugly.

‘Everyone, please stop. I see your love for my story, but this isn’t the way. I hate seeing my precious fans tear each other apart. As for who’s the true love—I’ll write it well. A sweet romance that satisfies you both, okay?’

The author’s verified badge finally quieted the chaos.

*Ji_Daren: Since the author said so, I’ll spare you this once. Chiaki-chan is the best!*

*Bai_Ziyi: I’m sparing YOU. Hmph.*

The storm settled. Yun Mingxin exhaled, relief washing over him.

Then, as if coordinated, a wave of “UPDATE NOW!!!” comments flooded his page—even from Ji_Daren and Bai_Ziyi.

He chuckled wryly. His greatest trait was consistency. To readers, this was both bliss and torture.

Bliss: daily anticipation fulfilled.

Torture: fulfillment that left them starving for more—short, unsatisfying crumbs.

Yun Mingxin narrowed his eyes slightly, a sly smile playing on his lips.

*‘You know my editor only asks for 2k-4k words daily. I give you 4k+ every single day. Be grateful, bros. Don’t spam my comments.’*

*‘No extra chapters in this lifetime. I’d rather play Arknights and call my waifu.’*

The comment section exploded again.

…

In a villa district, a silver-haired woman spat out her tea mid-sip.

“Hahaha!”

Bai Ziyi—known online as XinYing—laughed freely. Her rare albinism had mutated harmlessly, leaving her with luminous silver hair, flawless porcelain skin, and a figure rivaling top models. Dubbed the “Snow Princess” by Skysea University’s tens of thousands of students, she was their undisputed, peerless campus queen. Her soft laughter sounded like chimes.

“Ming’s still so mischievous… and I adore that about him,” murmured the usually stoic princess, her smile radiant—a sight unseen even by her closest friends.

*‘How should I approach him this time? Like in our past life?’*

Bai Ziyi was puzzled.

She knew Yun Mingxin intimately—and had chosen her pen name deliberately. Her secrets ran deeper than anyone imagined.

Because in their past life, she and Yun Mingxin had been true spouses, bound by a love beyond compare.