"Pray tell, what exactly were you doing in your room?" He Zeqing raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Unbeknownst to him, whenever he faced Qi Jianyi, his usual cold demeanor softened. He even found himself in the mood to tease her.
Qi Jianyi shot him a glare, her frustration evident. "I was writing a manuscript, alright!" she snapped, snorting in defiance.
He Zeqing's expression shifted as he eyed her more seriously. "Didn't you say that the whole 'starting your own business' thing was just a lie to fool your grandfather?"
"It still is," she responded dismissively. "I haven't changed my mind."
In truth, Qi Jianyi had long harbored a desire to create her own publishing company, one where she could release her works without being exploited by others. But she was well aware of her limitations.
