Chapter 6: Revealing the Identity

Vasectomy?
What nonsense!
Yu Zhile felt an immediate ache at hearing those words.
I still need to carry on my family line!
There’s no way I’d ever get a vasectomy in this lifetime!
He corrected, “It’s not a vasectomy, it’s a novel eunuch.”
Qin Haiyu was shocked, “Novel eunuch? Are you stopping writing?”
Her tender face suddenly clouded with concern as she spoke softly, “I’m sorry, darling. It’s my fault for joining the show, making you so busy looking after the baby that you’re too exhausted to write. If you’re too tired, just take another day off. I’ll take care of the baby from now on so you can focus on your writing.”
Uh...
It’s not your fault!
If I don’t end the novel as an eunuch, how am I supposed to continue writing it?
Yu Zhile hadn’t expected Qin Haiyu to take the blame upon herself, but from this detail, he realized she truly was a gentle and considerate wife.
That put him at ease, and made it easier for him to accept the reality of crossing over to this world.
On the other hand, if Qin Haiyu had been a shrew, even if he accepted the fact of transmigration, he’d divorce her sooner or later.
But now, divorce was not something he even considered. Mainly because there was no reason to leave such a kind and gentle wife, and he loved her deeply.
Even though this was the parallel world’s Qin Haiyu, she was no different from the one in his memories—elegant, charming, gentle in every move.
So this outcome wasn’t so bad for him, though it lacked the anticipation and process he once yearned for.
But those expectations and the process could still be made up for in the future!
Yu Zhile declared solemnly, “My mind’s made up. Let the novel end as an eunuch! To lay down my pen at the height of my glory is a form of respect for myself and for this work. As for the ending, let the readers unleash their imagination and fill in the blanks themselves!”
Qin Haiyu hadn’t expected her husband, who had been writing tirelessly for over five years, to suddenly decide to lay down his pen and stop.
At that moment, the baby girl in Qin Haiyu’s arms, after feeding, had stopped crying, but now Qin Haiyu herself was about to cry.
She said guiltily, “Darling, maybe we should send the baby to your mother for a while, so you can have enough time and energy for your writing.”
“It’s not about the baby.”

Yu Zhile explained, “I simply don’t know what to write anymore. I’m also a bit weary of it, so I plan to return to my original profession!”
“Return to your original profession?”
Qin Haiyu was surprised, “Darling, do you mean you want to do music again?”
“Yes.”
Yu Zhile nodded, finally speaking smoothly and without embarrassment, improvising, “Maybe it’s because you’re making a comeback and joining ‘I Am a Singer’ lately, all my creative inspiration has been about music, so I just can’t write novels anymore.”
Qin Haiyu was sympathetic, “But what about your readers? They’ve supported you for so many years, brought you so much honor. Now you’re ending the novel abruptly; that will break their hearts!”
Yu Zhile hadn’t expected Qin Haiyu to think of the readers even at this moment! Her kindness and compassion were truly remarkable.
“Sigh...”
He sighed, “Rather than churning out sloppy plots just to appease the readers, it’s better to lay down my pen and leave them with hope that one day I might resume updates. Perhaps this will be the swan song of my creative career—though incomplete, it will linger in their hearts.”
Seeing her husband’s resolve, Qin Haiyu stopped trying to persuade him, instead reminding him, “Darling, you should explain things to your readers properly. I believe they’ll understand.”
Yu Zhile, hailed as the ‘Godfather of Pure Love,’ had a readership made up mostly of women. Though there were male readers, men who enjoyed pure love novels were comparatively rare.
He nodded, “Which is why I plan to reveal my identity.”
Qin Haiyu was dumbfounded, “Why do you suddenly want to reveal your identity?”
Yu Zhile had no idea what his former self had been thinking—such a great achievement in novels, such a beautiful and gentle star wife, yet he chose to keep everything secret!
Anyone else would have been flaunting their happiness for the world to see!
He said, “Now that I’ve stopped writing, there’s no point in staying mysterious. Let’s call it a little surprise for the readers. Haven’t they always wanted to know what kind of author ‘Not-a-Fish’ really is? Didn’t they want to know if the ‘Godfather of Pure Love’ is as handsome as the protagonist in the novels?”
Uh...
Qin Haiyu felt a bit like teasing him—the last sentence sounded a touch vain.
But when she looked at Yu Zhile’s profile, focused on the computer screen, she didn’t feel it was vanity at all.
Because in her heart, she suddenly swooned with a thought: My husband looks so handsome when he’s serious!
Holding her baby girl, still nursing in her arms, she leaned over and planted a loud kiss on Yu Zhile’s cheek, declaring, “Darling, whatever you choose, I’ll support you! Just as you’ve always supported me in pursuing what I love!”
Sitting at the computer, Yu Zhile suddenly blushed nervously. To him, this was Qin Haiyu’s first kiss!
His face tingled, shivered!

He’d thought that after growing up, the deer in his heart would mature and stop running wild, but it turned out that as the deer grew, its pounding became even more intense!
Breathe...
Calm down!
Now they were husband and wife, not just a pair of young lovers. He couldn’t afford to be too nervous or shy and give himself away!
Qin Haiyu didn’t notice anything amiss with her husband. After a quick, dragonfly kiss on his cheek, she carried her nursing daughter out of the study, encouraging him as she went, “Darling, you can do it! The baby and I are going out now, we won’t disturb you.”
“Mm...”
Yu Zhile replied, feeling as if he’d failed at life—just a single kiss and he was so flustered and excited!
When it came to sharing a bed, if they suddenly engaged in normal marital intimacy, wouldn’t he be even more nervous and excited? Wouldn’t his first time with Qin Haiyu expose him instantly?
Stay calm, stay calm...
I’m a seasoned pro now!
There’s no way I’ll crash during that!
Once he’d settled down, Yu Zhile patiently checked the author’s backend.
The novel currently being serialized was called ‘Little Luck,’ which reminded him of a song with the same name!
The melody of that song involuntarily rang in his mind.
“So you’re the luck I most wanted to keep, so we once were so close to love...”
That’s it!
Yu Zhile had figured out what to write for his farewell message as an ‘eunuch’ author and for his swan song.
He began typing out the lyrics to ‘Little Luck,’ echoing in his mind.
Finally, he continued to tap away at the keyboard, publishing a statement announcing his retirement from writing—and revealing his true identity...