Chapter 269: Bearing the Aura of a God-tier Author

Wang Haoran arrived near the villa and found Yang Jingwan waiting at the agreed location. Without delay, he brought her along into the estate.

The villa door was secured with a fingerprint lock—until now, it only recognized Wang Haoran and Tang Bingyun’s prints. For convenience in the future, Wang Haoran had Yang Jingwan register her fingerprint as well. This way, whenever she visited the vicinity of Qingling University, she wouldn’t have to wait around aimlessly.

She could go straight into the villa.

“This is for you,” she said with a bright, sweet smile as they stepped into the villa’s main hall.

She handed over a small box, about the size of a clenched fist.

Wang Haoran blinked in surprise, then opened it. Inside lay a gleaming Rolex watch, its face encrusted with radiant diamonds that caught the light with every slight movement.

As a rich second generation, Wang Haoran had more than enough familiarity with luxury goods. This was no knockoff—it was the real deal. And judging by the clarity and number of diamonds embedded in the dial, this wasn’t some entry-level piece either.

“This must’ve cost a fortune. What made you think of giving me something like this?” he couldn’t help but ask.

Yang Jingwan smiled. “About a hundred thousand or so. Since you got into Qingling University, and I’m your upperclassman

and

your girlfriend, of course, I had to get you something.”

She added earnestly, “But the one and a half million I made before selling that house? That was only thanks to your help, so I didn’t think a gift from that money would mean much. This month I got paid—earned it myself—so I bought this for you.”

Wang Haoran nodded slowly. “When’s your birthday?”

She furrowed her brows a little, catching the implication, and quickly waved her hand. “I didn’t give you a present just to get one back!”

Seeing her flustered explanation, Wang Haoran could easily guess what she was thinking. In the beginning, their relationship had some strings attached—she’d been in financial trouble, and part of why she approached him was for money.

But that had changed. Her favorability score was now basically maxed out. Her feelings had become pure. Even so, some lingering guilt remained in her heart. She feared he might still think she was with him for material gain.

The moment he casually asked about her birthday, she’d misunderstood, thinking he meant to suggest her gift was a veiled request for one in return.

“I was just making conversation, don’t read too much into it,” Wang Haoran said gently. “It’s not like I’m going to give you some expensive return gift. Maybe just a little bouquet—something simple, just a few dozen yuan.”

Yang Jingwan lit up and nodded with enthusiasm, about to share her birthday, but then paused. Something flickered in her mind, and she suddenly asked, “Wait, didn’t I already tell you when my birthday is? Did you forget?”

Wang Haoran stiffened. Truthfully… he had no idea.

But he kept a straight face and gave a sheepish chuckle. “Of course I remember. Just teasing you.”

“Then say it,” she challenged with a coy smile.

“…” He couldn’t answer. Instead, he leaned in close, eyes deep and filled with feeling. “Wanwan, you’re breathtakingly beautiful today.”

“Really?” Her lashes lowered shyly, heart fluttering like a bird’s wing.

Wang Haoran leaned closer, his breath warm against Yang Jingwan’s skin as he cupped her face gently. Her lashes lowered shyly, and her heart fluttered like a bird’s wing, anticipating the moment. The air between them was electric, charged with an unspoken longing that had been building for what felt like an eternity.

As their lips met, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of their touch. Wang Haoran’s lips were soft and insistent, moving with a slow, deliberate pace that made her breath catch in her throat. Yang Jingwan’s eyes closed instinctively, and her lips lifted ever so slightly, inviting him deeper.

The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling as their tongues tentatively explored each other’s mouths. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of sweetness and something uniquely his own. Wang Haoran’s tongue danced with hers, a sensual waltz that sent shivers down her spine. Their saliva mingled, a warm, wet exchange that intensified the intimacy of the moment.

The pace of the kiss shifted, becoming more urgent as Wang Haoran’s hands moved to her hair, tangling in the soft strands. Yang Jingwan’s fingers found their way to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath her touch. The kiss became a symphony of sensation, a dance of tongues and lips, each movement calculated to heighten the pleasure.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, the world outside forgotten. When they finally pulled away, a minute or two later, Yang Jingwan’s mind had gone blank. The birthday question? Forgotten entirely. All she could focus on was the lingering taste of him on her lips

Wang Haoran raised his wrist and said with a grin, “Put it on me.”

Yang Jingwan picked up the Rolex and carefully fastened it on his wrist. “What do you think? Do you like it?”

“I like anything you give me,” he said smoothly, and it made her laugh with joy.

“Your real estate business has been going well lately?” she asked. “Sounds like you’re raking in the commissions.”

She had just said that she bought the nearly hundred-thousand-yuan Rolex with her new paycheck.

But Wang Haoran did not see her as the sales type. In fact, she’d been struggling badly. If someone hadn’t helped last time, she’d have been fired.

Yang Jingwan shook her head. “Not from selling houses. I earned it doing part-time work.”

“Oh?” he blinked. “What kind of part-time gig pays that much?”

She smiled playfully. “Guess. Hint—it involves a computer.”

“You’re streaming games too?” he asked reflexively.

He recalled Xu Muyan had also started doing game streams on Douyin. With her natural beauty and female lead halo, it was only a matter of time before she exploded in popularity.

Honestly, Yang Jingwan’s looks were just as good. If she became a streamer, odds were she’d go viral too.

“I’m not streaming,” she laughed, then raised an eyebrow. “Wait, why did you say ‘too’?”

“One of my classmates has been streaming that mobile MOBA game,” he explained casually.

“Oh,” she murmured. Then she dropped the mystery altogether. “I’ve been writing novels online. It’s going surprisingly well—I made over a hundred thousand yuan in my first month.”

Wang Haoran was stunned. “You’ve written before?”

“Nope,” she shook her head. “I’ve read a lot, but never written. This is my debut.”

His shock deepened.

She was a first-time writer. A total rookie. And she made over a hundred grand in her

first

month?

That wasn’t beginner’s luck. That was God-tier Author Aura.

This kind of success was abnormal.

Although Su Lang, the leeching War God, had been eliminated, Yang Jingwan still carried her Female Lead Halo. That hadn’t gone anywhere.

This might even be the signal of a new story arc—a new protagonist tied to her, perhaps?

With that thought in mind, Wang Haoran leaned in, eyes glinting. “Which site are you publishing on? What’s the title? Show me.”

Yang Jingwan pulled out her phone and opened a reading app. She pointed to a prominently featured new release on the homepage.

It was the largest female-oriented novel platform in the market—overflowing with top-tier authors and fierce competition. It was known as a graveyard for newcomers.

The novel she’d written was already on the front page. In the past month, it had only published 40,000 words—and that in just ten days.

In other words, she’d earned over 100,000 yuan in ten days.

That performance crushed most established authors on the site. The data for her book was sweeping the leaderboards.

No wonder she was a female lead.

Utterly unreasonable.

A pop-up flashed across the screen.

“Lin Shao has gifted ‘Wanru’ one million book coins.”

As Wang Haoran watched in astonishment, the comment section of Yang Jingwan’s novel was being flooded with repeated reward notifications from a user named ‘Lin Shao’, who was going absolutely wild.