That evening, Yang Yi still read his daughter a story from *Journey to the West* as usual, and only after coaxing the little one to sleep did he return to his study.
Turning on his computer, Yang Yi needed to send the electronic manuscript of his fairy tale collection to Mr. Lu. But before sending it, he had to revise the title. He definitely couldn't just call it "Fairy Tale Collection"—that name was too cliché!
"What should I call it? Yang's Fairy Tales? Lyon Fairy Tales?" Yang Yi briefly sought inspiration from examples like "Grimm's Fairy Tales," but it didn't seem quite right.
"One Thousand and One Nights..." Yang Yi felt that name wasn't good either; it always reminded him of Alibaba and the Forty Thieves, with its strong desert fairy tale vibe.
In the end, Yang Yi decided on the title: "Xixi's Bedtime Stories!"
Then, he left a line on the title page: "This book is dedicated to my lovely daughter Xixi, and to millions of children, wishing you all, like Xixi, a sweet and fantastical dream."
Perfect!
Yang Yi saved the document with satisfaction, then sent it as an attachment to Mr. Lu, also asking Mr. Lu to instruct the editors handling layout and proofreading not to change his title or the message on the title page.
"Seems like I forgot something!" Yang Yi slapped his forehead.
Right, illustrations! How could a proper fairy tale book lack beautiful illustrations?
Yang Yi didn't want other artists to draw the character designs for these stories—characters like Elsa, Anna, and Olaf from *Frozen*, or Snow White and the dwarves from *Snow White*. If they were poorly designed, Xixi would be unhappy when she saw them later!
When Yang Yi usually told Xixi stories, he would use the little girl's sketchbook to draw those scenes and characters, so Xixi could have a more intuitive impression of them.
Of course, those drawings were still simple pencil sketches. Yang Yi planned to organize them and send them to Sahara Publishing, asking them to hire real artists to replicate and enrich them into colorful illustrations.
Having made up his mind, Yang Yi added a few more lines to the email, detailing these matters.
"Another email?" Just as Yang Yi was about to close his mailbox and hurry to write the remaining content of *Yu Zui*, he unexpectedly spotted an email from Mofei.
It had been neglected by him for a few days. Yang Yi scratched his head and quickly opened it.
"Sorry... very grateful... but... still very sorry... thank you again..."
Yang Yi quickly finished reading the entire email in which Mofei refused to use his songs. A strange expression appeared on his face, and he himself couldn't figure out how to express it!
Was it amusing?
That was inevitable. He had used a pseudonym just to create a plausible identity to write songs for Mofei and help her out, only to be misunderstood?!
But Yang Yi also felt an inexplicable touch of emotion!
This straightforward woman! How could she be so serious about refusing? Her earnestness was really adorable!
Although the email didn't explicitly state it—having been modified by Mo Xiaojuan—Yang Yi still felt that Mofei had chosen to refuse because of him!
So, was he being rejected because of himself? That was really...
Yang Yi felt his head ache from the logic of it all, but now wasn't the time to dwell on whether he should be jealous of himself, or to struggle with the strange feeling of being undermined by his own actions!
The urgent matter was how to persuade Mofei, to stop her from overthinking and to get her to accept the songs he had given her!
Although Yang Yi had taken the risk of making Mofei question him by using a pseudonym to write songs for her, with Xixi's request as a factor, the main reason was still that Yang Yi wanted to help Mofei out of her predicament.
He didn't want to see her disappointed expression again after her comeback album failed, nor did he want to see her forcing a smile for Xixi's sake, and he certainly didn't want Mofei to be questioned or used as a joke by people on TV.
Mofei possessed an unparalleled voice and a wide vocal range, along with relentless perseverance and fighting spirit. She belonged on the top stages, singing like Chen Yijie amid the cheers of tens of thousands of fans, not running around on various schedules for her dreams!
Even if Mofei weren't Xixi's mother, Yang Yi still liked her songs and wanted to help her out of her difficulties.
So Yang Yi pondered for a while and replied to the email, trying to keep the wording light, expressing an attitude of indifference and magnanimity.
"Haha, Mofei, you misunderstood. I'm just a very ordinary fan of yours, purely wanting to write songs for you because I love your voice! Liking and loving are different, you know!
You might have heard Chen Yijie's 'Long Time No See' and 'Better Not to See'—I wrote those songs for him too, not because I love him! I like his voice; among male singers, I think Chen Yijie sings the best, and among female singers, you're my number one!
As for the emotional outpouring in the lyrics, to be honest, the person I'm expressing it for isn't you, but another woman I deeply love! Sorry for any trouble these misunderstandings have caused you...
But I still hope these songs can be sung by you! Because your voice is the best, only you can perform them to perfection! Keep it up, looking forward to your new album!"
To make the email as lighthearted as possible for Mofei, Yang Yi imitated the famous Taiwanese accent from his past life, nearly making himself sick from writing it.
Too awkward, really not suitable for a big guy like him.
After finishing, Yang Yi carefully read it over, and only when he felt there were no issues did he send it out.
"This time, there shouldn't be any more misunderstandings, right?" Yang Yi thought to himself.
...
Mofei naturally couldn't see the email Yang Yi sent late at night, as Mo Xiaojuan had gone on a business trip with her. Although Mo Xiaojuan always carried a laptop to handle work, she wasn't checking her email every moment.
The next day, Mofei had to record half a day of a show, and Mo Xiaojuan was with her at the TV station the whole time, with no free time to open her computer.
"Xiaojuan, could you go buy a few cups of coffee for me? I'll treat everyone." Mofei took a break and walked out to say to Mo Xiaojuan.
This show was relatively high-end, with mostly industry veterans participating. Mofei was the youngest junior, so it was natural for her to treat everyone.
Mo Xiaojuan quickly nodded and hurried out of the TV station to the coffee shop across the street to buy coffee—dozens of cups, better to have too many than too few.
Although the coffee shop staff would help deliver them later, waiting for so many cups to be brewed and prepared would take some time.
So, Mo Xiaojuan idly walked into the bookstore next door and flipped through some bestsellers on the shelves.
"Huh?" Mo Xiaojuan accidentally spotted a familiar name: "Yang Yi?"
She walked over and picked up a copy of *Soldiers Assault*, flipping through it.
Mo Xiaojuan wouldn't think it was a coincidence like Guo Ziyi would, since she had heard from Mofei that Yang Yi was writing books.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be brother-in-law's work!" Mo Xiaojuan thought to herself.
Yang Yi's transformation had made Mo Xiaojuan change her view of him a bit. Although she still didn't let up verbally, always calling him "that Yang," she had somewhat acknowledged him in her heart.
"This is the hottest-selling novel on our market right now!" A young male clerk walked over and eagerly introduced it to Mo Xiaojuan. "The author also has another book, *Drawing Swords*, which is selling like crazy. You can see there are none left on the shelves—it sells out almost every day!"
"That impressive?" Mo Xiaojuan asked in surprise.
"Of course! But miss, if you want to buy one, you can leave your contact info. When we restock tomorrow, I'll make sure to notify you to pick one up, and I'll guarantee to save a copy for you!" The male clerk looked at Mo Xiaojuan's pretty face expectantly.
"Heh, leaving contact info isn't necessary. If I want one, I think I can ask a relative for it." Mo Xiaojuan gave him a charming smile and patted his shoulder. "He definitely has connections to help me get one!"
Leaving the clerk, whose bones had been melted by her smile, Mo Xiaojuan thoughtfully returned to the coffee shop.
"He's got two bestsellers—brother-in-law must be pretty well-off now, right?" Mo Xiaojuan's eyes darted around as an idea came to her.