Lin Qingwan suddenly remembered that on the night Little Xuan was brought back, he had indeed taken out this diary.
But what did Mom and Dad do at that time? They said they were too busy to look at it and told him to put it away, but they were both intently focused on Little Li's homework...
From then on, Little Xuan was probably disappointed and never took out the diary again. When he wrote those entries, how much he must have hoped that Mom and Dad would read them, but everyone just brushed them off...
Lin Qingwan's eyes reddened.
She continued flipping through the pages, one by one.
【I saw my little friend being picked up by his parents again. I wonder if my parents are looking for me. Will I ever find them?】
【The director said he found me when I was just a few days old. I’ve never seen my parents. Was I kidnapped? Did they panic when they realized I was gone?】
【I’m so hungry. I want to eat meat, but the director used the money for our education, so there’s not enough to buy much meat. It’s okay, though. If I tighten my belt, I won’t feel as hungry.】
【Today, I saw a girl eating a lollipop. I wanted one too... But snacks cost money, and the money for a lollipop could buy me a lot of rice.】
Tears blurred Lin Qingwan’s vision.
She had never imagined that Little Xuan had suffered so much in the orphanage, going hungry like that...
Before she knew it, she reached the part of the diary that recorded Lin Xuan’s life after being brought back to the Lin family.
【Mom, Dad, my sisters, and my younger brother—they all dress so cleanly and beautifully. Only I look shabby. It seems like they don’t like me.】
【My eldest sister seems so gentle. She’s so beautiful and elegant. I heard she’s studying at Harvard. She’s amazing.】
【My eldest sister seems to think I’m dirty. When I accidentally touched her clothes, she slapped my hand away.】
【My eldest sister gets along so well with my three other sisters and my younger brother. If she doesn’t like me, did I do something wrong?】
【My eldest sister graduated from university and came back to help Dad manage the company. She’s such a workaholic and often skips meals. That’s not good for her stomach. Maybe I’ll bring her lunch at noon.】
Bring her lunch?
Lin Qingwan froze. Back then, Lin Xuan was in his first year of high school. During the summer break, he had come to the company a few times, bringing homemade meals for her. She had a cleanliness obsession and thought Lin Xuan was unhygienic, so she threw the food away. The last time, she was too stressed from work and had no appetite, but Lin Xuan kept pestering her.
In a fit of anger, she had the security guards kick him out and even gave strict orders that Lin Xuan was never allowed in the company again.
She kept flipping through the diary.
【I brought all of my eldest sister’s favorite dishes, but why did she throw them away? Did she not like them? Or... does she just dislike me?】
Lin Qingwan covered her mouth as tears streamed down her face.
He knew. He knew everything.
She was his eldest sister. They say the eldest sister is like a mother, but what had she done?
He lived in a small, shabby room, and she had no idea. He only had 300 yuan a month for pocket money and living expenses, and she didn’t know that either. He never joined the family at the dining table, and she hadn’t paid attention.
His concern for her had never crossed her mind.
She had truly failed as an eldest sister.
Lin Qingwan spent the entire day reading Lin Xuan’s diary. She noticed that Lin Xuan seemed to grow increasingly insecure and isolated in the family. Towards the end, he hardly wrote about the Lin family at all. For the last three years, there were no entries.
“Little Xuan, I will make it up to you. I’ll make sure Mom, Dad, and your sisters get to know the real you,” Lin Qingwan murmured, her eyes red.
The next day.
Lin Xuan went to school. On the way, he uploaded another 200,000 words to the website and then slipped into his space to continue writing.
This space was freaking amazing!
After spending over ten hours in the space and finishing 100,000 words, only thirteen minutes had passed in the real world.
“Holy crap, another 200,000-word update!” As soon as Lin Xuan entered the classroom, he heard a guy exclaim.
“Are you reading that novel on Feiyue, *Pampered by the Yandere Female Tycoon*?”
“Yeah, man! It’s so sweet and satisfying. It makes me wish I could meet a yandere girl like that.”
“Seriously, though, this author’s update speed is insane! Who the hell writes 500,000 to 600,000 words in just three days? But damn, it’s so addictive!”
“I used to love those novels where the male lead is overpowered and has a huge harem, but this kind of story where the girl spoils the guy is surprisingly refreshing!”
“Ugh, I kind of want to live off a sugar mommy now.”
Several guys were discussing the novel enthusiastically.
Other boys, hearing their high praise for the novel and the author’s insane update speed, curiously opened the Feiyue Novel app to search for it.
Lin Xuan casually walked over and sat down next to Wang Dahe, who was also reading his novel.
“Is the novel that good?” Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow and asked.
“It’s a must-read!” Wang Dahe pointed at his phone, hyping it up. “Xuan, you’ve got to check this out. You’ll definitely love it.”
“I’ll pass,” Lin Xuan said nonchalantly. “Because I’m the one who wrote it.”
“You wrote it?” Wang Dahe gave him a look that said, *Do you think I’m stupid?* “I know you, man. You’ve never written a novel before. There’s no way your first book is this amazing. Impossible!”
Wang Dahe snatched Lin Xuan’s phone and started aggressively recommending it. “Xuan, I’ll search it for you. Just read the first three chapters, and you’ll be hooked!”
Wang Dahe opened Lin Xuan’s Feiyue Novel app and clicked into it.
Huh?
Why did the “My Profile” section show +999?
Curious, Wang Dahe clicked on it and nearly choked. “80,000 followers! Xuan, you have 80,000 followers!”
The other students in the class turned to look, intrigued.
What 80,000 followers?
“Xuan, how do you have so many followers on this app?” Wang Dahe asked, stunned.
Lin Xuan replied, “Take a closer look.”
Wang Dahe glanced at the name—Xuan. Wasn’t that the author of *Pampered by the Yandere Female Tycoon*?
Remembering what Lin Xuan had said earlier, Wang Dahe’s hand trembled. Could it really be true...?
Wang Dahe exited the Feiyue Novel app and searched his phone’s home screen. Sure enough, he found the Feiyue Novel Writer Assistant.
He tapped on it, and there it was—the author name “Xuan,” with the novel *Pampered by the Yandere Female Tycoon* listed under his works.
To confirm further, Wang Dahe opened the novel’s content. It was indeed the same one he had been reading!
Wang Dahe’s jaw dropped so wide it could fit an entire egg.
“Holy crap, Xuan! You’re really the author of *Pampered by the Yandere Female Tycoon*?” Wang Dahe gulped.
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