Chapter 48: Never Mock a Young Man for Being Poor

Just on a whim, he had pulled out a massive chunk of his mental inventory earlier.

Although it solved the immediate problem, he couldn't shake the feeling that his hidden reserves had suddenly shrunk quite a bit.

This would not do.

Living off past achievements was simply not his style.

Just in case he ran into another situation requiring money down the road, he couldn't possibly whip out all the remaining songs he had left, could he? One should never put all their eggs in one basket.

He needed to blaze a new trail of wealth.

His gaze swept around the room and finally landed on the high-end computer he usually used for gaming.

A thought flashed across his mind.

If music worked, then... what about novels?

The entertainment industry of this world was so barren; not only music, but the realm of web literature was an absolute desert, filled back and forth with cheesy tropes of domineering CEOs falling in love with him or son-in-laws despised by their wealthy in-laws.

What if he imported those web novels from his past life that had swept the entire internet, each pioneering a brand-new genre...

Wouldn't that be a dimensional reduction strike?

At this thought, Chen Yu's eyes lit up.

He rubbed his hands in excitement, quickly closed the game, and opened a document editor.

Which book should he write?

Countless classic titles flashed through his mind.

In the end, he locked onto a name that was the most representative and most capable of igniting readers' emotions.

On the first line of the document, he heavily hammered down five striking characters—

*Don't Look Down on the Young and Impoverished!*

Then, stretching his fingers and taking a deep breath, he began to hammer frantically at the keyboard.

"Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack..."

The crisp clatter of the keyboard was denser and more ferocious than the soft rustle of writing songs just moments ago.

The viewers in the livestreaming room had just recovered from the shock of witnessing a "musical genius."

They were savoring the sight of Chen Yu playing games and discussing the songs he had just written.

Suddenly, the style shifted completely: the game was closed, and the document was opened.

When that outrageously long and utterly cringe-worthy title appeared on the screen, the live chat paused for a brief moment.

Followed by an even more violent eruption!

[?????]

[Am I blind? He finished playing games and started writing a novel?!]

[“Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river, never bully a young man in his poverty”... Damn, this book title is so embarrassing, but... why do I kind of want to read it?!]

[He can entertain guests in the parlor and handle chores in the kitchen, write divine tracks and beat up scumbags, and now... what the hell, he can even write novels? Is he trying to out-hustle every single man on earth?!]

[My mom asked me why I was kneeling while watching the livestream... I showed her Chen Yu, and she turned around and slapped me across the face, asking why I couldn't be as exceptional as him!]

[The Big Eye software has blown up! #NationalHusbandChenYu# and #ChenYuWritesNovels# are trending everywhere! The entire internet is talking about this man!]

...

Early the next morning.

After a night of fermentation, Chen Yu had completely transitioned from a "freeloader scumbag" to the universally adored "national husband."

Jiang Zhiyun had also figured many things out.

Since the fact that she and Chen Yu were "husband and wife" was now common knowledge, continuing to hide and cover it up would only make it look deliberate.

She walked into the living room and saw that Chen Yu had already prepared breakfast and was accompanying Niannian in watching cartoons.

"Today, let's take Niannian to school together," Jiang Zhiyun said.

Hearing this, Chen Yu raised his head and glanced at her, somewhat surprised, but still nodded. "Sure."

Niannian jumped up in joy. " Yay! Mommy and Daddy are taking me to school together!"

Looking at her daughter's joyful smile, Jiang Zhiyun felt a warmth in her heart.

Perhaps this contractual marriage wasn't entirely without its benefits.

Half an hour later, Jiang Zhiyun's understated black Bentley pulled up in front of the primary school gates.

Unlike usual, the principal, vice-principal, head of discipline, and a whole group of school leaders were standing in a neat row right at the entrance today, as if welcoming some VIP.

When they saw Jiang Zhiyun step out of the car, the bald principal in the lead immediately hurried over with a face full of ingratiating smiles.

"President Jiang! Hello, hello! I never expected you to personally come today. Forgive us for not coming out to welcome you properly!"

Jiang Zhiyun gave a faint nod; she knew these people had probably watched the livestream and learned her identity.

"You're too polite, Principal."

"President Jiang, regarding that Teacher Wang..."

The principal immediately bowed and reported cautiously, "We called an emergency board meeting through the night and expelled her! Furthermore, we've issued a notice across the entire industry! Please rest assured, our school will never tolerate a teacher with such a lack of professional ethics!"

Jiang Zhiyun glanced at Chen Yu, who had just stepped out from the other side of the car and was holding Niannian's little hand, and then said to the principal, "I am aware of the disciplinary outcome. But there is one thing: I do not want Niannian's identity to be made public at school."

"She is just an ordinary child, and I don't want my status to subject her to strange looks from her classmates, nor do I want anyone disturbing her."

"Understood! Understood!" The principal nodded like a pecking chick. "Rest assured, we will strictly keep this confidential. It will never affect the young classmate's normal studies and life!"

"Mm," Jiang Zhiyun acknowledged, then bent down and said gently to Niannian, "Niannian, go inside with Daddy. Mommy has to go to the company."

"Goodbye, Mommy!" Niannian waved obediently.

Chen Yu took Niannian's hand and walked into the primary school.

Jiang Zhiyun watched their retreating figures until they vanished through the gates, then turned and got back into the car.

She started the engine and drove Chen Yu toward home.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat quiet.

"Your company... how is it going?" Chen Yu finally broke the silence, asking a question.

Jiang Zhiyun tightened her grip on the steering wheel and glanced at the man beside her. He was leaning back against the seat, looking at the streetscape rapidly retreating outside the window, the profile of his face softened slightly in the morning light.

A warm current surged in her heart, but she wasn't yet ready to tell him about her grand plan to strike out on her own.

"It's fine now."

She gave a vague, perfunctory reply. "The songs you provided are more than enough."

Chen Yu let out an "oh" and didn't press further, seeming not truly concerned with such business matters.

The car quickly returned to the foot of their apartment building.

Chen Yu got out of the car, waved at her, and shuffled upstairs in his slippers.

Jiang Zhiyun watched his figure disappear into the stairwell, sat quietly in the car for a long time, and finally drove away, her gaze filled with unprecedented determination.

Back home, the first thing Chen Yu did was open his computer.

Looking at the more than ten thousand words he had written last night in the document, he nodded with satisfaction, then placed his hands back on the keyboard.

"Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack..."

A new day, a new grind.

In the livestreaming room, countless early-rising viewers once again stared in dumbfounded amazement at the frantically scrolling text on the screen, letting out a unified gasp of awe.

[He's starting again... He's starting again!]