Transmigration: Raising the Child of the Male Lead Boss (WN)

Yu Yaoyao never doubted anyone. Her way of thinking was simple. She would already feel wonderful when she can eat, drink, sleep and have fun. She didn’t think much about deeper issues. For example, she liked reading romance s, but she neither followed the author’s Weibo, even if she liked them, nor joined any discussion group. As long as the author updated regularly, she would feel good enough!

Therefore, after looking at the author’s message, she was a little dumbfounded. She had always regarded the section as a place where the writer’s request for leave would appear. Dacheng rarely gave spoilers or explanation of the plot. Sometimes, Yaoyao wouldn’t even read the message here and would just skip through them. But when she was reminded by Shen Yichong today, she found an abnormality.

“Darling, lend me your cell phone,” she said. Yu Yaoyao then took her husband’s mobile phone in the next second.

Shen Yichong raised his eyebrows, but he just let her do as she pleased. She unlocked the phone with her fingerprint, since her record was also saved in his system; She also knew all his passwords. There were no secrets on his phone.

But Shen Yichong was still a little curious on what his wife was going to do. So, he moved closer to take a look. In the end, he saw Yu Yaoyao put the two mobile phones together. She downloaded the reading app on Shen Yichong’s mobile phone and subscribed to all of Dacheng’s s. Seeing this, Shen Yichong’s mouth twitched.

At the same time, she opened her Wechat, clicked on Big Head’s contact details to check on her status… She also spread out a piece of paper on the table as she puffed out her cheeks.

Starting from the latest chapter, she checked the time of the author’s message and Big Head’s status one by one…!

On 7:13 pm, Dacheng went to the cafe, and Big Head’s status showed a beautiful photo of the cafe and the computer screen.

On 6:25 pm, Dacheng said she was getting a haircut to change her mood, and Big Head posted a selfie of her new hairstyle on the status.

On 5:15 pm, Dacheng had a hot pot dinner, and a picture of hot pot appeared of Big Head’s status!

On 4.13 pm, Dacheng asked for leave due to a cold, and photos of queuing up at the hospital outpatient department appeared in Big Head’s status.

It was amazingly consistent!

“Oh my God! Darling!” Yaoyao exclaimed. After comparing, Yu Yaoyao almost scared herself. With a surprised expression, she waved to Shen Yichong and asked him to come over quickly. Shen Yichong had always been there, and he just watched her write those things.

But… how can she just find this out after almost a year or two? She was even so shocked… So, at this moment, should he cooperate with her and look shocked? Or would he be considered an accomplice in hiding Fang Qiuye’s true identity?

“Darling! Big Head is a person with status!”

For the first time, Yu Yaoyao felt a miracle. The author who she loved so much was so close to her. ‘Dacheng was Big Head?? Fantastic!’

“Yeah…”

Shen Yichong hesitated for a while before giving an ambiguous response. But Yu Yaoyao didn’t care about him anymore. After being shocked, what came was surprise and excitement! She had been talking to the author herself about the plot? Isn’t that too fantastic!?

“Darling, I’m going to ask Big Head!” Yu Yaoyao clenched her fist excitedly. But after a second, she shook her head quickly.

“No, no! I have to compare it again. I must at least compare the author’s messages on the two books with the status before I can draw a conclusion!”

Big Head and Fang Qiuye’s status were relatively neat. She didn’t post frequently, nor did she strictly post on a schedule. Hence, all her past status could still be tracked. Yu Yaoyao suddenly felt that this task of capturing clues was quite fun.

“Well, Big Head must be testing me,” she said. “The last time, Dacheng said that she wanted to write a with a logical theme, but she was afraid that readers would not like to read it… Hehe, she must be testing me! Holmes Yao is online!”

Shen Yichong: “…”

He simply went to the living room to bring her milk. Half an hour later, Yu Yaoyao held a sheet of paper that was densely filled. The curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider and wider, and the brilliance in her eyes shone brighter.

“Darling, I am very sure now!” she exclaimed happily. “Big Head and Dacheng are the same person! There can’t be so many coincidences!”

Shen Yichong pressed his temples and finally asked the question he had always been curious about. “You’ve known each other for so long, did you never ask about her occupation?” he said.

He had also met Fang Qiuye many times, and she didn’t seem to be a con artist. He was afraid that she didn’t even have the courage to lie to Yu Yaoyao.

Yu Yaoyao turned her head and showed a confused face. “Huh? I always thought she was someone you hired to write compliments about me to make me happy,” she replied.

Shen Yichong: “…”

“Didn’t you tell Chen Lin last time that you want to find a fan president for Zhao Xiaomeng?”

Yu Yaoyao pouted. When she heard their conversation, she thought that Big Head was also one of Shen Yichong’s employees.

“You’re thinking too much…” Shen Yichong looked at his wife, and his expression was indescribable. But he still added, “This kind of sincere praise is more suitable for you.”

As expected, Yu Yaoyao was really delighted by this disguised flattery. She smiled like a flower. She leaned on top of him and kissed him on the face!

***

On the other hand, Fang Qiuye didn’t know that her identity had been revealed. She was diligently writing today’s update. When she was out of ideas or was tired of writing, she would look up and glance at the English vocabulary note pasted on the wall! Memorizing 20 vocabulary words, reading English materials for 30 minutes, and doing translations were her daily homework.

Suddenly, her phone rang. Fang Qiuye silently memorized the third vocabulary word before picking up the phone.

[Teacher Gong: Do you want to have dinner together?]

She propped her head with her right hand, looked at the word count of the document on the screen, and sighed deeply.