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“Xia Xia, you came just in time. You said Yan Da was good or bad, yet he stopped at such a crucial moment,” Sun Xiaoxiao grumbled, pounding her pillow in dissatisfaction. “Waaah, I want to see what happens next!”

“The barbarian invasion begins. The founding hero of the Ming dynasty, King Zhongshan Xu Da, is ordered to join Prince Yan in the campaign. Meanwhile, danger lurks in the rear quarters. How will Xu Da’s eldest daughter, Xu Yihua, break through the encirclement? And what kind of encounter awaits Prince Yan and his future princess consort?” Zhao Qian sighed bitterly, shaking her head. “Yan Da really knows how to keep us on the edge of our seats. My heart is hanging in the air, rising and falling constantly.”

Lin Xia chuckled silently. How else could one capture the readers’ attention? After all, online literature is a kind of fast-food culture; without these little cliffhangers, how could readers be drawn in?

“‘Scheming to Rule the World’—what a great title. But Yan Da’s sudden shift in writing style is quite a surprise, really thrilling for the readers!” Zhao Qian commented, looking at the magazine cover.

“Absolutely! No wonder she’s my favorite author. She’s given us such a delightful surprise. I’d love to meet her, shake her hand, maybe even give her a hug,” Sun Xiaoxiao gushed like a lovestruck fan.

Lin Xia shuddered. “Hey, hey, enough with the fangirling. I heard she’s a woman, you know.”

“So what if she is? A woman can like another woman. I even like Liu Yifei,” Sun Xiaoxiao rolled her eyes.

“That’s appreciation, not liking. What if your Yan Da turned out to be a boring woman? What would you do then?”

Sun Xiaoxiao leapt off the sofa, grabbed Lin Xia’s waist, and said, “You’re the boring one! How dare you insult my idol? I’ll strangle you, hmmph!”

“Ah, help!” Lin Xia, who hated being tickled, especially around the waist, immediately jumped up, shouting, “Qian Qian, help!”

Zhao Qian smiled slyly. “This time, I’m not helping you. You’ve offended everyone. Ha ha.”

“Fine, then you’re asking for it,” Lin Xia protested, dodging Sun Xiaoxiao’s sneaky hands while hopping toward Zhao Qian to drag her into the fray.

The girls were goofing around in the study when they heard Lin’s mother call, “Time to eat.” They looked up to see her smiling warmly at the doorway.

Lin Xia’s cheeks flushed slightly. At her age, still acting so wild in front of her mother was truly embarrassing.

Unbeknownst to her, Lin’s mother was smiling with a heart full of joy.

Since her daughter began writing and earning money, Lin’s mother felt she had changed, suddenly grown up. Although she was more considerate and understanding of her parents’ feelings now, she no longer behaved like an ordinary child. Compared to other kids her age in Xishui Town, she always felt a bit out of place.

What exactly was missing, Lin’s mother couldn’t say.

But in Xishui Town, her daughter always seemed somewhat disconnected from the other local children.

Now, seeing her daughter with slightly messy hair and rosy cheeks, Lin’s mother smiled. Moving to the city was definitely the right choice. Perhaps her daughter was simply born to enjoy a better life. In the rural town, she couldn’t quite fit in with those country kids.

And here, she had already made so many good friends.

Thinking of this, Lin’s mother’s eyes crinkled with happiness. This daughter was truly a blessing to the family.

“Alright, got it. We’re coming,” the girls replied.

Lin’s mother smiled and said, “I’ll go get your meals.” Then she turned and left.

Seeing this, Zhao Qian said, “I really envy you. If my mom saw me mess up the study like this, she’d definitely scold me—‘Girls should be ladylike,’ or ‘Acting so wild is improper.’ Your mom’s really nice and loves you a lot.”

Lin Xia smiled quietly. Two years ago, her mother would have said the same things.

But as Marx once said, the economic base determines the superstructure. This is true everywhere and for all ages.

Now that her earnings had become the main economic support for the family, bringing pride to her parents in front of relatives, how could her status at home not be elevated?

Even without consciously thinking so, deep down Lin’s mother must feel that with both writing and school, she wouldn’t let her daughter get ‘tired’ over such small matters.

Of course, Lin Xia wouldn’t say these things aloud. She just smiled and said to Zhao Qian, “Last time I went to your house, your mother looks really well-maintained. You two standing together look like sisters.”

Lin Xia thought Xie Fanghua was well-preserved, but Zhao Qian’s mother was truly a hidden gem.

Zhao Qian’s mother was naturally blessed with a delicate face and petite figure, making her appear much younger than her actual age.

Sun Xiaoxiao nodded. “Right? I’m not the only one who thinks so.”

Since the topic changed, Lin Xia didn’t say more. “Let’s eat. Afterward, take a nap to rest. We have classes this afternoon.”

The other two nodded, and the three headed to the living room for their meal.

Because it was summer tutoring, except for boarding students, no evening self-study sessions were needed.

After returning home, Lin Xia finished her homework and dinner, then opened her study computer.

Everyone knew this computer was Lin Xia’s sacred territory, so no one else dared to touch it. To prevent Lin Hui from using it, she even set a password.

Logging into QQ, the chat window instantly bounced and beeped nonstop.

MeowMeow: Xia Xia, are you there?

MeowMeow: When you get online, message me. I’m always here. Been working overtime lately, even on weekends.

Lin Xia saw the message was sent this morning. She quickly shook the window to get attention and replied, “Here.”

After a few seconds, MeowMeow responded: “You know what? This issue of the magazine is selling like crazy. Zhu Bi loves you, and Qing Jing ordered a reprint special edition. We’re all busy checking proofs now.”

Liu Yan: “Are the sales really that good?”

MeowMeow: “Of course! Besides your new story, Qin Mo also released one. Since both your books are out simultaneously, the editor-in-chief added 30,000 more copies on top of last issue’s sales. But even that’s not enough. They’re speeding up printing an additional 200,000 copies. The magazine office is crazy busy.”

Liu Yan: “...”

Typically, better and trendier magazines like “Watch the World” sell around 700,000 copies per issue, while “Rayli” or “Xinwei” reach about a million per issue.

But niche magazines like “Fine Rain” can’t compete with those big brands that have invested heavily in advertising.

However, Lin Xia knew that since her books became popular, “Fine Rain” has maintained sales of around 700,000 copies per issue, a significant increase from the previous 200,000 to 400,000.

Besides the authors’ contributions, the magazine’s revamp also played a role. And now, if just her and Qin Mo’s new books could prompt the magazine to increase printing by 200,000 copies, what did that mean?

If she were a movie star, from a box office perspective, these numbers would prove her earning power—a testament to her personal ability.

Lin Xia thought: Meow Sister, of course it’s good that the magazine is sold out. You know I’m still a student. I already went to that training last time. If other publishers or magazines come knocking... you know, I’m still young and don’t want to be disturbed. Besides, I’ve had a pleasant cooperation with “Fine Rain” so far. They treat me well, and I don’t want to change publishers lightly.

MeowMeow: What’s wrong? Did anyone come see you and then look for you at home?

Liu Yan: Not yet. Although I published a few books before, it was just small-scale. But hearing you say this, I’m worried the recent buzz might be too loud. If “Scheming to Rule the World” really takes off, I’m afraid of being disturbed. So I wanted to tell you in advance. After all, my family and I are ordinary folks, and I don’t want to be bothered.

MeowMeow: That makes sense. I’ll report this to the editor-in-chief.

Liu Yan: Good. I’ll get back to writing. I’ll finish a chapter tonight and send you the next issue’s manuscript.

MeowMeow: o(>_

Liu Yan: o(╯□╰)o

MeowMeow: Alright, won’t bother you anymore. Write well, and message me when you’re done with the manuscript.

Seeing Lin Xia’s avatar turn grey, Chen Qing quieted herself and got up to head to the editor’s office.

“Knock knock knock—”

“Come in—”

“Editor-in-chief,” Chen Qing spoke up as her uncle, the editor, was buried in work.

The editor looked up. “Oh, it’s you. You came at the right time. Just now, I had a small meeting with the directors of sales and marketing. We decided to make a big reprint and add 300,000 more copies. We’ve contacted the printing house, and printing will start tomorrow night. For this special edition, I plan to add some extra content. You’ll coordinate with Liu Yan to have her add a few more chapters. We’ll also run a small exclusive interview with her in the magazine’s back pages. This will boost sales, increase her fame, and ease readers’ complaints.”

Chen Qing knew that this issue had only been out for a week, yet the reader letters and messages were nearly overwhelming the magazine office—not to mention the constant phone calls demanding Liu Yan add more content.

Qin Mo’s readership was not small, but compared to Lin Xia’s, it was far less.

Chen Qing sighed. If she hadn’t seen the manuscript in advance, she might have also called to urge them on. The story was truly riveting, leaving readers itching for more.

No wonder her uncle and the sales department’s old hands couldn’t sit still—they wanted to make a big splash.

A 500,000-copy special reprint was unprecedented since “Fine Rain” was established.