Mrs. Huo Is A Crybaby Chapter 270 - Relationship

Chapter 270: Relations.h.i.+p

Human intentions, calculations, scheming… In just a few short chapters, the reader experienced all of these.

But was her writing too realistic to the point where her readers felt stressed?

Song Yaoyao saved this book and went to look at Ruo Lan’s one. This book was much more relaxing.

It was refres.h.i.+ng and sweet.

Compared to Yun Shuihan’s serious storyline, Ruo Lan’s novel was just a typical leveling-up romance story. Song Yaoyao couldn’t say that this book had nothing to offer. For its author to be so popular, and for it to have so many young followers, it naturally had its strengths. But…

Just by reading the first arc, Song Yaoyao was already certain that it had been plagiarized.

In the first few chapters, Liu Yan’s auntie pa.s.sed away, triggering her determination to aim high instead of sticking around.

In Ruo Lan’s novel, the protagonist, Song Lan, was reborn, and she managed to prevent her auntie’s murder just in time. As a result, she also developed the determination to aim high, when in her previous life, she simply wanted to stay by her auntie’s side and keep a low profile.

Liu Yan had two maids by her side, one was planted by her father’s older wife just to watch over her.

Song Lan also had the same thing.

Liu Yan was then sent to a remote manor, and the same thing happened to Song Lan after she offended the older wife.

Liu Yan did not resist as she left holding her auntie’s memorial tablet. On the way, she happened to encounter the emperor who was investigating something in disguise. When she noticed his powerful aura and happened to spot the jade pendant on his hip, she guessed what he was thinking and deliberately tried to seduce him.

Meanwhile, Song Lan had been reborn and had seen the emperor before. She also knew that he had left the palace in disguise before. Thus, she paid the carriage driver and told him to take a route that the emperor was likely to take. She then tried to seduce him…

Song Yaoyao flipped through the pages in amus.e.m.e.nt.

Ruo Lan had clearly taken the story of ‘Palace Walls’ and repackaged it, turning someone else’s creation into her own.

Song Yaoyao did some research and discovered that the story was quite popular. Due to the fact that the copyright had been sold, the website gave it extra promotion, and it was currently ranked number one.

After reading both novels, Song Yaoyao considered the good and bad points for both.

Yun Shuihan: serious and elegantly written with unique schemes and calculations. She had clearly done a lot of research. Unfortunately, it was too deep and made people feel depressed. There was no true love, just fighting and scheming.

Ruo Lan: average writing and clearly plagiarized. However, it incorporated trending topics including rebirth, face slapping, and sweet doting, so it easily attracted a following.

But Yun Shuihan did not release another book in the ten years after ‘Palace Walls’.

Thus, Ruo Lan probably never guessed someone would discover that she had plagiarized.

At this time, her idiotic fans continued to attack Meng Qiqi. Song Yaoyao’s eyes sparkled and a thought came to her mind.

She opened her QQ and found Meng Qiqi.

It’s Yaoyao: What’s your relations.h.i.+p with Yun Shuihan?

…

Y Country.

Snow floated like feathers outside the window, covering the ground in a blanket of silver.

The gorgeous European-style architecture was grand and glamorous, the golden wall tiles were luxurious, and the floor was spotless and s.h.i.+ny.

A group of people headed for the meeting room; the person leading the way opened the door with respect.

Using the local language of Y Country, he said politely, “This way please, Mr. Huo.”

“Thank you.”

The man’s voice was soft as he nodded his head. When he spoke the local language, it sounded like music.

“Oh! Huo! Long time no see…”

A friendly man approached with his arms wide open.

But before he got close, something black and hard pressed against his chest.

The atmosphere immediately changed. The air filled with the scent of gunpowder, and swords were drawn.