Special Agent Rebirth: The Omnipotent Goddess of Quick Transmigration novel Chapter 1143

Chapter 1143: 1120 The Real World [83] I am Ye Liu (4 updates)_2

Pale, slender fingers pinched the black coat, each detail precisely exquisite.

Before even seeing the face, Guozi was shaken by the uniquely cold and commanding aura emanating from the person wrapped up tightly before him.

He had originally thought that Ye Liu avoided meeting people because she was unfit to be seen, but now... These fingers, this figure, this temperament, were unmistakably that of a beauty in the making.

Guozi was so startled he couldn’t speak clearly, "God, God, God, God... God?!"

Ye Shaohua removed the hat hooked onto her head and replied indifferently with an "Mm," "Have a seat first."

Guozi, probably in his early thirties, was almost six feet tall, which didn’t quite match his reputation as an editor.

Ye Shaohua sat down, and Mu Liu, holding her coat, followed closely behind her.

Guozi was still reeling, unable to move past the fact that God Ye Liu was a woman.

The next event nearly shattered his worldview.

After Ye Shaohua settled into her seat, she first removed her sunglasses, and then she pulled down the black mask covering her face.

A face incredibly familiar and exquisitely beautiful appeared before Guozi.

"Bang!"

Guozi slid to the floor.

Ye Shaohua’s face was her passport in the Entertainment Circle, unmatched in beauty by anyone throughout the entire industry.

Three hundred and sixty degrees without a single bad angle.

Most importantly, she was one of the rare ones who didn’t need photo retouching; her on-camera appearance was almost indistinguishable from her real-life presence.

Highly recognizable.

Even though Guozi was not a fan of Ye Shaohua, he knew that the person before him was none other than the red-hot superstar—

Ye Shaohua!

He sat on the ground, his mind buzzing.

Ye Shaohua calmly poured herself a cup of tea.

After Guozi sat on the floor for two minutes, she, leaning back in her chair with a cup of tea, propped her chin with one hand, and asked languidly, "Regained your composure yet?"

That look, that tone, no mistake about it.

Guozi nearly recalled the haughty and aloof replies he received years ago after incessantly pestering for updates over the phone—

"No extra updates."

"Not going."

"Not in the mood."

"Do you want to die?"

It was enough that Ye Liu was a woman, but damn, she also happened to be a blazing hot star.

At that moment, Guozi finally understood why God Ye Liu never held book signings.

If she really did...

The fans might just devour her.

Although he had accepted it, his tumultuous emotions refused to calm down.

Ye Shaohua poured him a cup of tea.

Guozi drank several cups before he gradually recovered.

He then looked at Ye Shaohua with a peculiar gaze.

One, a big name in literature, a shut-in, and the other, a top-grade celebrity with sky-high popularity in the Entertainment Circle.

How could they be possibly mentioned in the same breath?

But incredibly, these two were one and the same person.

"The foreign language contract is here," Guozi said, pulling out a pair of agreements after five minutes, "I’ve handled some for you, the rest need your signature."

Ye Shaohua took them, flipped through casually, and signed her name.

Ye Liu watched her sign, her handwriting bold and vigorous, just like the ones he had received before.

He wiped his face expressionlessly.

He really wanted to ask, do your fans know you write novels? Know you’re Ye Liu?

Before coming, Guozi had imagined that God Ye Liu was most likely a cold and overweight shut-in.

"God, the person in charge from Xiangyang Group upstairs is still waiting for me. You go over the contract, I’ll go sign an agreement." Most of the collaborations at present were between Guozi and Xiangyang Group.

Ye Shaohua nodded.

Shortly after Guozi left, Ye Shaohua received a call from the Military District Hospital.

It was the Dean on the line.

Which made Su Qing even more puzzled.

Today, knowing that Old Pan was going to meet with God Ye Liu’s editor, Su Qing insisted on coming along.

Luckily, Old Pan knew Su Qing’s identity and didn’t hesitate to bring him along.

Failing to meet God Ye Liu personally and meeting his editor was just as good; Su Qing conveyed his deep admiration to Editor Guozi, "Editor Guozi, have you met the God?"

Guozi answered begrudgingly, "I have."

His tone somewhat strained.

Su Qing’s eyes lit up, "What does the God look like? How old is he?"

"Much younger than me." Guozi looked down and googled Shaohua’s age.

Twenty-two.

Ten years younger than him. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}

She had started writing Cangqiong of Myriad Gods five years ago.

Which means, at seventeen.

Guozi’s face was numb.

Su Qing did not notice, instead continuing to ask about God Ye Liu’s matters, but as Guozi was absentminded, Su Qing felt some regret.

He didn’t continue inquiring.

After signing the agreement, they only stayed in the private room for another five minutes. Guozi was preoccupied with thoughts of Shaohua downstairs.

While Old Pan had his mind on the great project that was to follow, Su Qing felt a sense of disappointment at not meeting God Ye Liu and naturally remembered the matters of the Internet Editorial Department, his curiosity stirring again.

It was clear that the three of them didn’t want to stay any longer, as their minds were obviously elsewhere.

After saying cooperation would be a pleasure, the three met mutual agreement and went downstairs together.

A long corridor awaited them downstairs before reaching the stairwell.

The clubhouse carried a hint of ancient charm; it was only three floors high and lacked an elevator because the investors felt an elevator would disrupt the antiquity of the place, so there was just a staircase that was simple to an extreme.

The three of them descended the stairs together, and at the turn on the second floor, Guozi saw a figure walking towards them with one hand holding a hat and mask, and the other hand typing on a phone.

The figure was etched in a light frost.

He paused briefly, instinctively calling out, "God?"

Su Qing and Old Pan abruptly looked up.