Chapter 1952: Conclusion Thoughts—The Author Has Something to Say

Goodbye!

"My Wife Always Wants to Anger Me" has now completely ended.

There are no side stories!

There are no side stories!

There are no side stories!

Important things must be said three times: this book only has the main text; once it ends, it ends. There are no side stories for anyone.

To those friends who wanted to see side stories or felt that the author didn't explain things in enough detail, I can only say I'm sorry here!

I am not writing side stories, partly because I feel that I have already explained things in enough detail; what needed to be written has already been covered in the main text, so there is no need for side stories to gild the lily.

All the plot holes that needed filling have been filled; I checked, and they have all been written, so that is that.

If any dear readers feel you haven't read enough, then feel free to imagine the rest yourselves; leaving some room for imagination is not a bad thing.

Thank you all for accompanying me through these past two-plus years.

You are my close friends, my family. In my heart, we are not in the ordinary relationship of author and reader, but rather a resonance of souls and an interaction of minds.

This book began on January 21, 2020, and ended on July 12, 2022. You have accompanied me through 2 years, 6 months, and 21 days. Excluding one day when the author took leave and didn't update, that leaves 2 years, 6 months, and 20 days. Everyone was together, feeling moved, happy, and sad for the characters in the book, right up until the grand finale!

In these two and a half years, it's not long, but it's not short either. In this book, the author poured in too much heart and blood, and also harvested too many surprises.

My surprise is you!

To every dear reader who has read my book, whether you like it or not, give it a good review or a bad one, praise me or criticize me, the author holds a heart of gratitude and sincerely says thank you!

Thank you to the dear readers who gave positive reviews for your affirmation and praise; thank you to the dear readers who gave negative reviews for pointing out problems and shortcomings. The author will try my best to correct them.

That is "try my best," which does not include accepting every problem raised!

After all, there are a thousand Hamlets in a thousand people's hearts; everyone has their own thoughts and viewpoints.

If our views align, I am happy.

If our values differ, I understand you!

Understanding does not mean forcing everyone to accept me; this is a sign of my maturity as an adult.

Additionally, I must thank the editors at Qimao. Thank you for your silent work behind the scenes, creating a green reading environment for us. You've worked hard!

Before writing this concluding message, the author felt there was so much to say, but when it came time to actually write, thousands of words were stuck in my heart, and for a moment, I didn't know what to say.

A hundred flavors are in my heart!

Before it ended, I actually felt the same as many of you: when will this book end?

It's too long!

It's endless to write, how annoying.

As an author, to actually have such thoughts can be described as inconceivable.

But that is exactly what I thought. The author is just like all those employees who aren't so dedicated to their jobs: I like holidays, I like earning a high salary for working fewer hours. A two-day weekend can no longer satisfy my expanding heart; I hope it would be best to work two days a week and rest for five.

However, as a full-time author, such a dream can only be a dream!

It's just wishful thinking.

To have the readers' love for a long time, an author must bitterly sit in front of the computer every day. Even if I don't comb my hair or wash my face, I have to rack my brains to knock out the plot, then revise it, and use all my energy to make the readers happy. As long as the readers like it, I should count as a qualified author.

The author wants to be a qualified author.

So, three hundred and sixty-five days a year, regardless of holidays, my mother's birthday, or any major event, as long as the book in my hand isn't finished, I have to keep writing continuously, trying my best not to take leave, and I have no right to have a headache or a fever.

This isn't posturing; it's just that there's no other way.

"My Wife Always Wants to Anger Me" has finally ended; let's all cheer together!

To celebrate the end of this book, the author guarantees I won't look at a computer for several days in a row, and I'll happily go out to play for a few days, frolic, jump high, and set myself free!

I don't have any ideas for a new book yet. I truly cannot manage to have one heart and two preparations, serving up a fresh new story the moment the old one ends. But the dear readers who like me won't have to wait too long; I will return after resting for a few days, and the new book won't take long to meet you.

After all, I am a full-time author; I have to write, and I have to rely on telling stories to make a living.

Many people ask me, "Have you experienced many things to be able to write a book with such ups and downs?"

I will answer everyone here: "Actually, I am just an ordinary woman, the most ordinary kind. Whether it's my appearance or my experiences, I'm the type of person who would be lost in a crowd and never found again."

My experiences aren't worth mentioning, though I do have some life experience.

Some things I have experienced also make a cameo in the plot. For example, when Zichen was young, Sheng Hanyu and Shi Youxuan borrowed a room from a woman who wasn't quite mentally stable to find a better kindergarten for their son, and they were woken up in the middle of the night by small vendors selling at the morning market downstairs. This part is my real experience.

My younger brother and I are the two children in the story who were sleeping in the vegetable baskets!

Every summer vacation when we were little, at two or three in the morning, my parents would haul my brother and me up to the vegetable market to watch the piles of vegetables so they wouldn't get stolen.

At the time, my parents only knew not to let the vegetables get lost; later, they were just thankful that the two of us didn't get lost...

Life was poor back then, but it was very happy.

When we were little, our family was incredibly lively whenever we ate; we would bicker and roast each other, but we never got truly angry.

My parents' education for my brother and me was almost entirely "free-range." At home, we just had to do chores; if we didn't do them well, it was fine, and we wouldn't be criticized for wasting things because we didn't know how to do the work.

This led to the personality I developed from a young age: bold and daring to try, doing whatever I wanted to do.

Many of the scenes in the book where Shi Youxuan educates her children are actually prototypes of how my parents educated us, especially my father. He always had some novel ideas; they weren't logical, but they would accidentally hit the mark.

My father passed away in 2008, but his educational philosophy will run through my entire life. With this chapter, I pay tribute to my father!

I've digressed; let me pull it back.

This book has finally ended. An ending is the conclusion of one story and the beginning of another.

A book is like life; from beginning to end, it's like drawing a circle. It must be complete to live up to this intention.

I let everyone have their own complete ending, whether good or bad. Some are happy for everyone, and some are filled with lingering regrets!

But that is life. Life is like this; it's impossible for everything to go as one wishes, but one only asks to have a clear conscience.

Looking forward to meeting again!

Dear readers, see you in the new book!