Luo Xiaolu could already vividly imagine the consequences if she bailed on them.
This young author had single-handedly stood up giants like Penguin Group and NB Publishing, plus countless renowned industry media outlets.
Turning both Penguin Group and NB Publishing into laughingstocks overnight—topping Weibo’s trending list, splashed across front pages of major newspapers, instantly becoming a legendary figure… the price?
No place left for Luo Xiaolu in Sakura Province.
Hmm, not bad… Like hell it is!!
No retreat. No surrender!
Steeling her nerves, Luo Xiaolu marched into the bathroom.
She even skipped her usual ten-minute ritual of admiring her reflection, lathering up with fragrant shower gel and shampoo and scrubbing herself thoroughly.
Stepping out, she dove into her wardrobe hunting for the perfect outfit.
Ever since getting rich, Luo Xiaolu’s true self emerged—online shopping sprees, buying every dress that caught her eye, even cosplay costumes, stuffing two massive wardrobes to bursting.
Dress after dress she tried, even pulling out lingerie-inspired styles, yet nothing felt right.
Then, a dusty box tucked in the corner caught her eye.
She remembered—it held eccentric costumes, kept separate from daily wear.
Lifting the lid, her gaze locked onto one dress.
A delicate white gauze Hanfu-style gown, wispy edges trailing like mist, hem trimmed with lace—ethereally beautiful, radiating a celestial "buff." Honestly? Less everyday wear, more "cosplay a mythical fairy."
Wait… Who said it *had* to be casual?
Her eyes lit up.
Extraordinary times demand extraordinary moves—to forge an extraordinary self!
Today: a uniquely dazzling literary-chic statement!
Penguin Group Plaza, Convention Center—
"Luye, why hasn’t Teacher Zhou Shuren arrived?"
In a corner, General Manager Xiong Er paced anxiously, wringing his hands.
"The ceremony starts in thirty minutes!"
"I’ll call again!"
It was already 11 a.m. Luye sweated bullets. The hall buzzed with industry elites—packed, prestigious, electric.
Yet the star guest, Luo Xiaolu, should’ve arrived two hours ago. Xiong Er had suppressed the panic… until learning the "unrivaled genius novelist" was actually a sixteen-year-old girl.
If she bailed? Penguin Group’s reputation would shatter.
"I should’ve sent a car last night!" Xiong Er groaned.
Respecting Zhou Shuren’s residence in Chiba City, they hadn’t insisted she come early. Now? Something felt off.
"Manager…" Luye lowered the phone, voice trembling.
"Did she answer?"
"No signal…"
Xiong Er’s vision blurred; he nearly collapsed.
Luye steadied him. "Maybe silent mode? She’s surely on her way. Teacher Zhou Shuren wouldn’t joke about this…"
*Please don’t fail us,* Luye prayed silently, palms slick with sweat.
Inside, everything stood ready—host, stage, contract, executives.
All set. Only Shuren remained.
"…Who *is* that?"
Murmurs rippled through the audience.
"Such odd clothes!"
"A performer? Since when does Penguin do pageants?"
"…But wow, she’s stunning."
"Heaven—such beauty exists?!"
Luye turned.
A white-clad figure glided through the crowd, steps light as falling petals.
Flowing ribbons, gauze sleeves, lace-trimmed hem dancing in the air—pure classical elegance. A white ribbon tied her hair; a veil concealed half her face, deepening the mystery.
Every gesture breathed grace. *Is she… a celestial maiden stepped from legend?*
Luye blinked—*cosplayer?*—until he met her eyes.
Clear azure pupils, gleaming like sapphires dipped in spring water.
*It’s her. Definitely Teacher Zhou Shuren.*
Tears welled in Luye’s eyes.
*Finally… I never gave up.*
"Miss, halt."
Two flustered guards blocked her path. "ID badge, please."
All eyes swiveled toward her—curious, captivated. No one could look away.
That literary aura… every step radiating mythical grace. *No dancer moves like this.*
"I attend today’s signing ceremony by your company’s gracious invitation," Luo Xiaolu murmured, curved lashes trembling slightly.
Her voice—honeyed, soothing—froze the guards mid-breath.
*How is this voice so… addictive?! I’d fall asleep happy listening to this!!*
(Unbeknownst to them: Luo Xiaolu’s first public use of her "Beautiful Voice Skill Card"—a blend of mature elegance and youthful sweetness, self-dubbed "Fairy Voice.")
The guards snapped back.
"Miss, your attire is… unusual."
"Does your company dictate my wardrobe?" A faint smile curved beneath the veil.
*Mom… she’s flirting with me!!*
That smile struck the entire hall silent.
*Fairy! Confirmed! Damn, no denying it!!*
"What’s happening?"
A stern voice cut through. Guards parted instantly.
"General Manager."
Xiong Er strode forward, relief flooding his face.
"Teacher Zhou Shuren—you’re here!"
*Zhou Shuren?!*
The hall erupted.
