My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious

Very quickly, Fei Niao responded swiftly:

"Oh my god, Moke, you’re finally back. It’s been six months—did you vanish from the face of the earth?"

"Cut the small talk. Your book blew up. Not only do the publishers want to release it, but a media company is also interested in turning it into a TV series. But since no one could reach you, the website stepped in and collaborated with the publisher. Your book has already been printed and is scheduled for release next month—provided you agree!"

Editor Fei Niao typed quickly. In all his years as an editor, he’d never encountered such a situation before. The book went viral, but the person behind it disappeared. And let’s not even mention the royalties—a substantial amount, for sure. Plus, with sales doing so well, it was a remarkable case.

Qin Miaomiao steadied herself before cautiously typing a few words in reply:

"Apologies, I’ve been very busy, so I haven’t been following this. Sorry for the trouble."

The tone was very polite, so Fei Niao speculated that Moke must be a mild-mannered man. After all, the profile listed the author’s gender as male, and the suspense-horror genre was something men particularly excelled at. Instinctively, he imagined Moke as a highly talented man and quickly continued explaining the situation:

"No problem. The website has already negotiated a good royalty deal with the publisher in your favor. The funds will be transferred to your account directly when the time comes, so don’t forget to leave your bank details. Aside from that, regarding the screen rights, the website is currently in discussions with several media companies. But of course, that will depend on how the market reacts later—pricing will also be easier to negotiate then."

"Alright, got it. Thank you."

"No worries, I’ll keep an eye on the market trends for you."

To be honest, the success of her book on the website was indeed a bit unexpected. Most of the site’s popular content tended to lean toward works meant for publication. Her story, on the other hand, had a niche theme, but the sharp and masterful writing—with suspense layered one after another—gave it an irresistible quality. Its vivid imagery made it perfect for adaptation into film or television. Though the word count wasn’t high, the website’s repeated promotions had catapulted it to great success! It was natural for publishers to take notice.

"Okay."

Maintaining her usual habit of minimal words, she came across as particularly enigmatic to Fei Niao. But regardless, just this single manuscript of hers had already brought in a payday above a million. If the printed release sold well, the revenues would undoubtedly be even greater.

"I’ll send over the contract for you to review. If everything’s okay, we’ll move ahead with the signing."

"Alright."

She carefully went through the contract; there weren’t any significant issues.

Another glance at the backend earnings—over a million?

But the bank card wasn’t in her possession. To her now, this million was a fortune. More importantly, she refused to let Su Moli and Chu Yunhao—those scumbags—benefit from this!

It seemed a trip to the Su Family was inevitable. After all, there were still things there that belonged to her, things she intended to reclaim!

As she hesitated briefly, a flashing icon suddenly caught her attention. Huh? It was him.

Qingmu: "Who are you?"

Her eyes fixed on the profile icon, her heart pounding wildly. After a moment, she finally typed a few words:

"Su Jin was killed by Su Moli. Chu Yunhao was the accomplice."

On the other side, it was silent for a long while. Just as she was about to go offline, thinking he might not respond, he suddenly replied:

"Su Jin is still alive."

"Su Moli had plastic surgery to look like her. If you investigate, you’ll surely find out the truth. Believe it or not, it’s up to you."

She had already hinted enough. Just as she was about to log out, another message flashed in from him:

"Who are you?"