Having Mu Lingqian consume all her thoughts was not what Wen Xiangyang had wanted. She still had affairs to deal with. She took out her mobile phone, dialed a number, and sent a text message to that number.
"Wifey, ('crying' emoji), I want to publish my story, but I don't want to use my pen name anymore. Can you tell the uncle for me?"
Wen Xiangyang had many cyber friends she writes with in the online literature world, one of whom she calls "wife", a friend who had ploughed through struggles in this circle with her for six years.
A text message reply came quickly, "You're really having a tough time. You're finally going to publish. I almost couldn't recognize you since you haven't published in a while. Get on QQ."
Wen Xiangyang went online invisibly on QQ. Her wife's avatar quickly started bouncing around.
As soon as Wen Xiangyang clicked it open, she saw, "When will it be published?"
Wen Xiangyang: "The sooner, the better. I can't wait to publish, my fingers are twitching."