Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

[So, after Mr. Lin accidentally damaged a cultural relic, it was identified as fake, which then implicated a large Antique Forgery Gang. Following that, he released that video to lure the snake out of its hole, exposing the mastermind behind the scenes, who happens to be members of the two antique forgery gangs?]

[Damn, is this something a human would do?]

[Fake, it's absolutely fake, this can't possibly be Mr. Lin's doing!]

[Right, he's the suspect Mr. Lin, how could he achieve such a great feat?]

[Mr. Lin, I didn't come to witness your accomplishments, I came to see you commit a crime and get caught!]

[How fierce is that!]

[Entering the fray with half a chance of winning, Mr. Lin, you're playing a big game here.]

[Stand out as a stranger!]

[That's too much, you're playing with our emotions!]

[Criminal suspect, Mr. Lin, I think you are the head of the Antique Forgery Gang!]

[I don't believe it, Mr. Lin is the real criminal suspect.]

[Showing off in front of Guan Yu, causing trouble in front of Mr. Lin, isn't that setting a trap for yourself?]

[Mr. Lin: Took them down, now I'm the strongest in the Antique Forgery Gang, hahaha!]

[...]

The chat group exploded, messages kept flooding in.

"Don't just sit there munching popcorn, guys, remember to subscribe! @All members" Lin Chuan couldn't help but remind everyone.

System panel:

[Work: "Last Week's Antique".]

[Status: Listed.]

[Current Popularity Value (Average Subscription): 5676/20000.]

To unlock the next experience profession, there's still a long way to go for the needed Popularity Value.

A good fourteen thousand Average Subscriptions short!

"I have a feeling a groundbreaking wave of traffic is about to come in, you're going to be famous," Youyou said, pouring Lin Chuan a glass of coconut juice, teasingly.

"Now to become famous from writing, you still have to rely on your own marketing, sigh," Lin Chuan chuckled dryly.

"Traffic is king," Youyou said with a laugh.

Just like Youyou had said, a groundbreaking wave of traffic was indeed on its way.

The announcement by Modu police in cooperation with the Cultural Relics Bureau, once released, quickly sparked widespread discussion and dominated the trending search lists within a short half-hour.

>I was too loud earlier, Mr. Lin (Hot)

>Web novel writer aids Modu police, breaks through a startling case (Hot)

>Modu Police Station, Announcement (Hot)

>Last Week's Antique (New)

>Shock, national treasure level cultural relic replaced, implicates large Antique Forgery Gang (New)

The comments section was buzzing.

[Is this off-the-wall plot for real?]

[Even novels wouldn't dare to write like this, he dares to do it?]

[Sorry Mr. Lin, I was too loud earlier.]

[Such an awesome web novel writer?]

[With these skills, why not become a famous detective instead of nesting here as a small-time writer?]

[Talk about being righteous!]

[Go for it, guys, his "Last Week's Antique" is said to be autobiographical, totally awesome!]

[Does anyone have Mr. Lin's address? I offer free air-drops! Free door-to-door laundry!]

[About to get married and just discovered my partner is not good in bed, what do I do, sisters?]

[I know an old doctor, my husband is really strong now, three courses of treatment, not expensive at all, I can refer him to you.]

[Isn't this place also for advertising plugs?]

[...]

From night until dawn.

A faint red glow quietly emerged, gradually spreading and dyeing the eastern sky a warm shade of orange-red. The morning light forcefully pierced through the thin clouds and adorned the bustling city below with a golden sandy brilliance.

Last night, Lin Chuan had gone to sleep early to rest and rejuvenate.

The passenger plane from Modu to Anling gave a mighty roar on the runway, speeding up before lifting its head into the sky, Lin Chuan on his return journey.

Outside the airport.

Youyou raised her head, watching from afar as the 'Boeing 73M mid-size passenger plane' traced a beautiful arc in the sky, growing more distant until it turned into a speck and vanished from sight.

"Ah..."

Youyou sighed quietly, feeling a heaviness in her chest and a hint of melancholy and reluctance on her face, an indescribable taste lingering in her heart.

"Why not keep him?"

Chief Editor Mingyue patted Youyou on the side.

Youyou tightened her lips, a hint of resignation in her eyes, "I can't keep him."

"It might be a bit difficult," Mingyue also looked up at the sky before adding, "but, you have all the time in the world with him, don't rush this moment."

Youyou nodded silently, "Yeah, there's always the future."

Actually, Youyou's greatest worry wasn't about not being able to keep Lin Chuan, but being afraid that she wouldn't be able to keep up with his pace.

Lin Chuan was moving so fast, it worried her.

The next time they met, Lin Chuan might have changed completely.

Youyou took the passenger seat in Mingyue's car, her gaze aimlessly drifting outside the window, her mind resolutely determined to change her status quo and step out of her comfort zone.

Becoming the chief editor was no longer her goal.

Neither was being the editor-in-chief.

As for the goal, what exactly was it?

The only thing she was sure of was that this goal was related to Lin Chuan.

...

After a full three hours in the air, the 'Boeing 73M mid-size passenger plane' traveled from Modu to Anling and slowly landed at Anling airport.

Lin Chuan, pushing his luggage, walked out of the airport amid the crowd.

"Chairman!"

Just reaching the arrivals gate, Lin Chuan heard a familiar and intimate voice. Turning his head, he saw a graceful figure throw herself onto him, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist.

The Little Landlady hung on Lin Chuan, holding him tight.

"There are so many people here."

Lin Chuan steadied the Little Landlady with one hand and stroked her hair with the other.

As for the luggage.

What need for luggage at a time like this?