In the end, Zhou Yuwen still took Zhang Nannan back to the hotel. After all, she was just a young girl, and he couldn't leave her alone, right?
On the way, Zhang Nannan bombarded him with questions like a curious child, asking things like, "Are you really the author? Aren't authors supposed to be old men in their thirties? How come you're so young?"
"Are you perhaps the author's son?"
"Hey, are you going to talk?"
Zhou Yuwen walked ahead after exiting the subway station, while Zhang Nannan, like a little sparrow, followed closely behind him in her white shoes, asking questions nonstop.
Zhang Nannan also asked Zhou Yuwen why he came to Jinling. Wasn't he here on a business trip?
"You're so young, haven't even finished university. How could you possibly be on a business trip?"
"Hey, Mr. Author, do you have a girlfriend?"
"If you don't stop talking, I might just sell you," Zhou Yuwen turned around and said.
Zhang Nannan immediately covered her mouth, her big eyes wide open without blinking.
Zhou Yuwen thought to himself, "Young girls are so easy to fool."
But Zhang Nannan burst into laughter unexpectedly. Her laughter was sweet, especially with those dimples, which made her look even more charming. Seeing Zhou Yuwen's stern expression, Zhang Nannan couldn't help but find it amusing.
She said, "Hey, did you really think you scared me?"
Zhou Yuwen was speechless. Are all girls from 2010 this lively?
Zhou Yuwen brought Zhang Nannan to the entrance of a five-star hotel. As they entered, Zhang Nannan felt a bit scared. She had never been to a hotel with a boy before.
"What if this big boy tries something…"
Zhang Nannan's cheeks turned slightly red. Zhou Yuwen glanced back at her and teasingly asked, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"
"I-I'm not scared, just… worried that your girlfriend might misunderstand," Zhang Nannan said.
Zhou Yuwen looked at her for a moment.
Zhang Nannan felt a bit guilty.
"I don't have a girlfriend," Zhou Yuwen said.
With that, Zhou Yuwen walked towards the hotel.
Zhang Nannan felt relieved and immediately dragged her suitcase after him, calling out, "Uncle, could you help me with the luggage?"
Zhou Yuwen completely ignored her.
The service at the five-star hotel was excellent. Zhou Yuwen had booked a suite with one bedroom, one living room, and a small balcony. It was late in the evening, and the outside was brightly lit with lights.
Zhou Yuwen opened the window and looked at the night view of Jinling City. Zhang Nannan followed behind sneakily. To be honest, she was quite scared, after all, they were alone together.
But perhaps Zhou Yuwen's behavior was too normal, which actually disappointed Zhang Nannan a bit. This boy didn't seem like someone who would write those kinds of novels…
Following Zhou Yuwen into the room, Zhang Nannan was experiencing her first stay in such a hotel.
Once inside, not knowing what else to do, she could only bow her head and play on her phone, while the group chat had already exploded.
"Could something really have happened?"
"It shouldn't, right? The author is already in his thirties with a family, isn't he? How could anything unexpected happen?"
"Exactly, maybe they've already settled Nannan down by now, so don't worry."
Seeing so many people in the group chat concerned about her, Zhang Nannan felt touched. She posted a message in the group: "Don't worry, Uncle is very caring! He has already brought me to the hotel! The hotel is very beautiful!"
With that, Zhang Nannan took two photos, making sure not to include Zhou Yuwen.
"Nannan, where's the author Uncle? Quick, sneak a photo of him!"
"Yeah! Is Uncle handsome?"
The group members were most concerned about whether Zhou Yuwen was handsome or not. They all thought Zhou Yuwen was a middle-aged man in his thirties, but they never imagined the young man sitting at the computer in front of Zhang Nannan. She glanced at Zhou Yuwen and didn't know what to say.
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But Zhang Nannan thought, since Zhou Yuwen said he was a thirty-year-old man, he must have his reasons. She couldn't betray Zhou Yuwen, could she? So Zhang Nannan politely declined.
On the other hand, Zhou Yuwen also saw the chat in their group. It was only now that Zhou Yuwen realized and said, "Should I book another room for you?"
"No need, no need! The rooms here are expensive. I'll manage on the sofa for one night!" Zhang Nannan immediately replied.
"Oh, okay."
"Huh?"
Zhou Yuwen said, "Then go take a shower. After you're done, I'll take you out for dinner. I'll be waiting in the lobby. Come down after your shower."
Before Zhang Nannan could react, Zhou Yuwen had already left with his laptop. Zhang Nannan stared at Zhou Yuwen with wide eyes, wondering, "Does he really want me to sleep on the sofa?"
But Zhou Yuwen didn't respond to her thoughts. He joked to himself that the room he booked cost over a thousand yuan, and he only had a little over forty thousand yuan left. Where would he get the money to book another room for her? Sleeping on the sofa for a night would suffice. What was she thinking?
Zhou yuwen sat down alone downstairs, opened his laptop, and after some thought, reassured his group, "I've settled things for her, no need to worry."
"Wow, Uncle Zhou, you're so caring!"
"Uncle, I'm going to Jinling tomorrow, will you host me too? (playful)"
Zhou Yuwen immediately replied, "Flying to Singapore at 9 am tomorrow, won't be back anytime soon."
"Oh, sad, 5555~"
With just a few replies, Zhou Yuwen bowed his head and continued writing his novel. Currently earning over 50,000 yuan a month, he was indeed tired. Writing three Kingdoms novels at 10,000 words a day, and romance novels at the same pace, although most were mindless and colorful, they still required a bit of plot.
Moreover, military training was about to start, and he wasn't sure if he could take leave. If not, he'd need to stockpile more drafts. Thankfully, Zhou Yuwen had written diligently during summer vacation, averaging thirty to forty thousand words a day. His Three Kingdoms novel was now completed and scheduled for daily releases.
As for the romance novel targeted at female readers, it only needed another hundred thousand words to conclude. Making money wasn't a long-term plan; he needed to find another way to make a living.
He hurried to finish his work. Zhou Yuwen typed away vigorously on his Apple laptop in the hotel lobby, appearing relaxed and confident, somewhat resembling a successful socialite. If he didn't look so young, mature women might have approached him.
After taking a shower in her room and confirming that Zhou Yuwen had indeed left, Zhan Nannan felt a bit down. Was she really that unappealing? Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she thought, "I'm not that bad, am I?"
"Sigh, disappointment is disappointing. But after a whole day of traveling by car, I'm really tired." She quickly showered and washed her hair, then blow-dried it. Zhan Nannan changed into a pure cotton T-shirt and a gray pleated skirt. With her slender, fair legs, she checked herself in the mirror before putting on white shoes and heading out.