"You talk as if our son is just mine and our daughter is just yours." Gu Fuqiao laughed briefly, then looked at Yan Zhen Guo and said, "I won't discuss these trivial matters with you now; I need to work on my manuscript."
Yan Zhen Guo nodded slightly, watching Gu Fuqiao's silhouette as she entered the room. He thought to himself how fortunate he was to have married such a talented wife who could write to earn money. Of course, earning money was minor because the manuscript fees weren't high, but he valued having a virtuous wife.
After entering the room, Gu Fuqiao resumed writing her manuscript. She opened her notebook and, after a moment of reflection, produced the opening chapter of a long-form novel. Gu Fuqiao was always prolific in her writing; in no time, she had written one or two thousand characters.
