My scumbag sister stole my husband? I'm a scumbag and married my cowardly brother-in-law

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone seemed to be struck by lightning, with their mouths open and their heads confused.

Wen Ya even had hallucinations, chanting like a spell: "Impossible, how is it possible, absolutely impossible, how can she be a writer, with her little ink... Impossible..."

Lu Yiming's mind went blank for a moment, and he blurted out, "Impossible, I submitted two manuscripts, and only one was rejected, which means I passed. I am Yu Wen."

After hearing this, Sima Gan frowned and recalled, "You also submitted manuscripts under the pen name Yu Wen?

I submitted four articles in total, two about educated youth, and the other two about something else. I can’t remember what they were about now.”

"Yes, that's right. The last two articles I submitted were one about local customs and one about ghosts and myths.

I received the rejection of the article about local customs, but the one about goblins and myths was not rejected. It should be…"

Before he could finish his words, Sima Gan interrupted him, “I remember this article, the writing style is a bit immature, and the central idea is not clear.

The manuscript was rejected together with the one on local customs and human feelings. "

"..." Lu Yiming seemed to have suffered a devastating blow. His legs went weak and he took a step back, almost falling to the ground.

"We in the entire editorial department are all wondering why the first submission was so mature and profound, but the subsequent ones are not as good as the previous one, and even seem a bit like a topic-based essay for a junior high school student.

I thought Comrade Yu Wen's first manuscript was plagiarized from the work of some famous author, which caused our entire editorial department to spend half a month in the library looking for novels. We searched through domestic and foreign novels but couldn't find anything similar. I didn't expect there were two Yu Wens.

Now the truth is out.”

The truth was revealed, and Lu Yiming could no longer stand and fell to the ground.

After a long pause, he turned his gaze of hatred and disgust towards Wen Wan. It didn't look like his beautiful dream was shattered, but rather like his beautiful dream was stolen by Wen Wan.

This kind of hatred is comparable to the hatred for being cuckolded and the murder of one's father.

In short, the look in his eyes clearly expressed that he wanted to kill Wen Wan.

It’s a pity that the environment does not allow him to take any revenge because of the presence of the evil spirit Xie Changqing.

After sitting on the ground for a long time, he finally calmed down a little, still clinging to the last straw and refusing to let go, "You read so many manuscripts every day, you must have remembered it wrong. I only received one rejection letter, so the other one must have been accepted, but you handled so many manuscripts that you remembered it wrong."

At this point, Wen Wan remembered the inexplicable rejection letter a few days ago. However, Xie Changqing was too impatient at the time, and she didn't have time to open it and didn't know where she had lost it. After that, she forgot about it.

If I guessed correctly, the rejection letter, which he regarded as his only hope, should be lying under her bed at this moment.

Just as he was about to speak out his destination, Sima Gan said in a firm tone:

"I'm sure I remember it right. The ghost story you wrote was just a disguise of the female ghost in Xiaoqian's story from Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio into a foreign vampire. It's a serious sign of plagiarism.

The copy was very crude, so I returned it immediately. If you don’t receive it, you can contact the post office.”

After saying that, he felt regretful and added, "The comrades in the post office have so many letters to deal with every day, they are very busy. It would be meaningless even if you find your manuscript back, so don't bother the comrades in the post office.

You can't waste paper, pens, envelopes and stamps, and then waste the precious time of the post office colleagues."

This is already a very unpleasant thing to say.

Sima Gan still had a bit of the temper of a scholar. He originally wanted to save face for him, but he actually questioned his work. It was no wonder that he said the unpleasant words bluntly without saving any face.

Seeing that Lu Yiming was so hit that his eyes were dull and it seemed like he had failed to master his magical skills and had gone astray, Wen Wan sighed in her heart again, feeling fortunate that she had not been entangled with him in this life.

In his previous life, he was used to using this trick. When he failed to get into university, he was like this. When he moved, he was like a zombie, and when he sat still, he was like a puppet with his soul taken away. What followed was a long and boring cold war.

No wife could accept such cold war torture from her husband. In addition, Wen Wan really felt sorry for him at that time. She spent all her savings to ask people for help and got him into the university as a paramedic. Only then did he finally smile.

Later, this trick was used more and more often, and Wen Wan also noticed it. One time, he deliberately went out and came back home shortly after. She found that as soon as she left, he asked his friends to go out for drinks and cards. He was completely acting for her alone.

This kind of man who has no ability and only knows how to kidnap women to do things for him seems as disgusting as it can be.

Even if it's shit that would make you feel sick for days if you stepped on it, there are still dogs rushing to lick it.

Wen Ya, who was eager to help, pulled the more than 100-pound Lu Yiming up from the ground with a distressed look, helped him sit on a chair, and stroked his face to comfort him:

“It’s okay, believe me, you are destined to be a great writer, it’s just a matter of time.

One day, you will make those who look down on you crawl at your feet and willingly serve as your licking dogs. "

After saying this, seeing that Lu Yiming's condition had not improved, Wen Ya turned her eyes to Sima Gan and said:

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west. My Lu Yiming is young and has plenty of time.

Just wait and see, you who looks down on others! One day he will become a famous writer, and then he will send his manuscripts to your competitors. Then you will have no chance to survive in the editing industry."

Sima Gan pushed up his glasses, showing a nonchalant and even somewhat excited and expectant smile, "I've been waiting for this day."

Wen Ya looked at Lu Yiming again, and seeing that he was still the same, she began to panic.

"Yiming, it's okay, the sky won't fall, and even if it does, I'll hold it up for you.

I will pay back what you owe to your fellow villagers, earn money to support the family, and do the housework. You just need to concentrate on writing. "

These assurances were indeed effective, and Lu Yiming's eyes finally showed the gleam of a living person.

I didn't expect that even after Lu Yiming changed his wife, she still behaved like this.

Fortunately, what Wen Ya likes to do most is to be clever and ask for trouble, so this can be considered the retribution she deserves.

The show was over here, and the people over there, who had been watching the show with full concentration and holding their breath, finally relaxed.

Seeing that the excitement here was almost over, they started to discuss.

"So that's what happened. I was wondering why Wen Wan kept saying he was pretending to be a writer. It turns out the real writer is Wen Wan."

"Tsk tsk! I really can't believe Wen Wan is only a junior high school graduate! How did she become a writer? The Wen family is really a golden phoenix that flew out of the chicken coop."

"It's obvious at first glance that Wen Wan is not an ordinary person. With her looks, temperament, and courage, she even dared to destroy her parents-in-law's house. It's obvious that she was born under the star of literature."

"Lu Yiming is so embarrassed now. Doesn't he have any idea of ​​his own worth? Why pretend to be a great writer when there are so many other things he can pretend to be?"

"He is such a lazy guy. He worked in the production team for a month but didn't get any results. Now he has nothing to eat and he is trying to cheat us out of food."

"That's right. Last time they said they would return the food they owed us. It's been so long now and we haven't seen a single grain of food."

"Come on! You are still thinking that he can pay you back for the food. He said that he would pay you back for the money he earned. His skills are not good enough, so how can he pay you back for the money he earned?

It's almost like dreaming about you."

"How can we do this? We saved a lot of money from our mouths one by one. We can't delay this any longer. We must find a way to make them pay it back immediately."

"Repay? What do you want him to pay back with? Sell blood or sell flesh?"

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