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Han Suwen saw Ming Jing squatting on the ground picking up some debris and quickly walked over: “Let me do it, you go and rest.”

Ming Jing threw the debris into the trash can, slowly wiping her fingers with a wet wipe. She turned around, pulled open the glass door of the balcony, and went out.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and heavy rain fell like a giant net, making it hard to breathe.

Ming Jing stood in the rain, the wind blowing her clothes, her thin figure swaying as if she was about to ride the wind and return to the sky in the next moment.

Han Suwen opened her mouth, wanting to say that the wound shouldn’t touch water and not to catch a cold… but decided to close her mouth instead.

Miss’s actions couldn’t be understood with a normal person’s mindset, so she should just do her own things.

——

Jingzhou.

Zheng Qing got out of the car and walked grumbling into the cafe: “What lousy weather ….”

“Welcome to Qingmu Café.” The sweet voice of the waiter greeted her, along with the slightly bitter aroma of coffee.

“I have an appointment with Ms. Xiang.”

“Please follow me this way.” The waiter led her inside.

Soft light music played inside the cafe, creating a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

The temperature was warm and welcoming, in stark contrast to the howling cold wind outside.

There weren’t many people in the café at this time, and most of the seats were empty.

Going past rows of booths, she saw a woman sitting with her back toward her in the most hidden and private booth at the back.

Zheng Qing quietly watched the woman’s back. She seemed to be in her thirties, with long black shoulder-length hair, very well-maintained and smooth.

She wore a white turtleneck sweater, with a camel-colored coat on the seat beside her. From her limited-edition luxury watch to her bag, everything about her exuded elegance.

This was a delicate, tasteful woman who knew how to live well.

“Ms. Xiang? I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” Zheng Qing said with perfect manners.

The moment the woman looked up, a flash of dark light flickered in Zheng Qing’s eyes as he took a seat across from her without a word.

“Mr. Qing is very punctual; the timing is just right,” the woman said with a slight smile, exuding elegance and grace like a lady from a prominent family.

She pushed the menu to him, “What would Mr. Qing like to drink? My treat.”

Zheng Qing said to the waiter, “A caramel latte, please.”

The woman said, “I’ll have a lemon water.”

The waiter hurried away.

As they sat facing each other, Zheng Qing glanced at her and laughed, “I never expected that the author of Wind on the Clouds would turn out to be such a beautiful woman. You’re not inferior to those popular actresses in the entertainment industry. It’s a waste of your appearance and demeanor not to be a star.”

Bo Yujiang smiled, “Mr. Qing, you flatter me. I’m not interested in the entertainment industry; I just want to live a quiet life.”

“Ms. Xiang’s integrity is admirable.”

“The main reason I asked to meet with you today is about the copyright of Wind on the Clouds. Our boss really likes this novel and has wanted to make a movie for a long time. We later learned that the copyright had been bought by Xinghui Entertainment, and we were quite regretful. When Xinghui Entertainment ran into trouble, our company immediately bought the copyright and is planning to make a movie soon. We’ve already talked to several production companies, and this movie is expected to have an investment of ten billion. The entire production will involve top-tier talent in the industry, and we will fully adapt your novel to the big screen.”

Upon hearing this news, Bo Yujiang felt a rush of excitement. A creator’s work is like their child, and now someone was telling her that they would use top-tier resources to nurture her child to become the best in their field. Any mother would be happy to hear that.

Besides, the person genuinely liked her work, which was a far cry from the profit-driven and crude boss of Xinghui Entertainment.

The young man sitting in front of her might not be particularly attractive, but his speech and demeanor were extraordinary. The ‘boss’ he referred to should be the real owner of the Unspeakable Entertainment Company, and that person seemed to have good taste.

Before coming, Bo Yujiang had researched the company. Headquartered in Jiangzhou, it was a newly started company less than six months old. However, its strength was not to be underestimated, as it had powerful financial backing and maintained subtle ties with industry heavyweights. The company’s roster showed great potential and was sure to have a bright future.

“In that case, why are you seeking me out to discuss the copyright? Didn’t you already sign a contract with Xinghui Entertainment?”

“Well, we want to sign all the agency rights for your novel, including the future audiobook, comic, animation, and DVD copyrights. After all, when the movie becomes a hit, many companies will come to you. We want to make this IP strong and expand it, so we can’t let others divide its value. This will also benefit your future books. Of course, you can think about it, and you don’t have to answer me now.”

Zheng Qing took a sip of his coffee and waited for her answer.Bo Yujiang thought for a moment and asked, “Can I participate in the script creation?”

“You’re the original author, so of course that’s no problem. At that time, you’ll be our hired script consultant. If you have any requirements for the actors, you can communicate with me in time. You’re the one who wrote this novel, and no one knows its core ideas better than you. I was worried that you might be too low-key and not willing to show up.”

Bo Yujiang laughed, “In the past, quite a few film and television companies approached me, but my health wasn’t good at that time. I was willing but unable, and I was afraid that those businessmen would ruin my hard work. Now that I’ve met you, I can rest assured.”

“Let’s sign the contract now.” Zheng Qing handed her the stack of printed contracts, “Do you need a lawyer to review it?”

“I trust Mr. Qing.”

Bo Yujiang picked up the pen, paused at the signature line, and turned to look out the floor-to-ceiling window.

Dreary winter rain, she spent these years like a delicate greenhouse flower, hiding in her shell.

That person was already dead.

No one would ever know.

It was time for her to come out.

With a slight curve of her lips, she signed her name without hesitation.

As she signed, she didn’t know that a pair of eyes across from her were quietly observing her.

The person’s finger gently tapped the edge of the cup, a cold smile appeared in their eyes, and quickly disappeared.

The two talked casually for a while. The atmosphere was relaxed and joyful. Bo Yujiang had a favorable impression of the man in front of her; he was elegant, gentlemanly, talkative, and full of mystery. She had always been patient with such men.

Ms. Xiang is from Jingzhou?”

Bo Yujiang laughed, “My last name is not Xiang. Xiang Kui is just a pen name; my real last name is Bo.”

“The last name Bo is rare. I remember the Bo family in Jingzhou….” The man across from her looked at her with a touch of surprise in his eyes, as if it was incredible.

“Are you the daughter of the Bo family?”

Bo Yujiang slightly lifted her chin, revealing a perfectly balanced air of pride and self-conceit, like a true aristocratic lady.

“Indeed, with your looks and temperament, only a daughter of the Bo family could be your equal. It’s my honor to meet Ms. Bo today.”

The person’s flattering words didn’t feel insincere, but rather sincere in their praise, satisfying her vanity.

“It’s getting late, I should go. I enjoyed chatting with you today. Let’s make another appointment sometime.” Bo Yujiang picked up her coat and bag, settled the bill, and left.

Zheng Qing watched the woman walk into the rain with her umbrella, her figure gradually disappearing.

He curved his lips, his gaze falling on the signature in the lower right corner of the contract.

Both the pen name and real name had to be signed on the copyright contract.

Under the pen name, the real name Bo Yujiang was written very elegantly.

“Bo Yujiang?” Zheng Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and dialed Ming Jing’s number.

“You never do pointless things, and you couldn’t really like Wind on the Clouds. Who is Bo Yujiang? Why do I always feel that she is very familiar to me? Have I seen her somewhere before?”

There was the sound of wind blowing on the other side of the phone. After a while, the detached voice of a young girl came, “What do you think?”

Zheng Qing sat up straight, “I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. What else are you hiding from me?”

“Did Ye Zhen go to Yulong Snow Mountain? Tell her to come back for a visit on New Year’s Day.”

“Don’t try to change the subject.”

“Some things will be revealed when the time is right, but now is not the time.”

Zheng Qing stomped his foot at the hung-up phone.

At this moment, a shadow fell opposite him, and a familiar scent rushed towards him. Zheng Qing didn’t raise his head, but his whole body froze as if struck by lightning.

A hand with a leather glove pushed the coffee cup in front of him away. Zheng Qing thought that his expression must be very disgusted.

This man was very particular about cleanliness, and would never touch anything used by someone else.

“Qingqing, long time no see.”