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You ask me how long I’ve liked you? I’m not answering that.
Next question.
— From the Diary of a Little Rich Girl
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The next day, Tang Xin went out and bought everything for her new kitten: a cat bed, climbing frame, various toys, premium cat food, and an assortment of fish cans. The treatment was as good as—or even better than—the care she gave Snowball.
After all, this was the first gift Tang Yu had ever given her.
Once everything was delivered and set up, she looked at the excited little kitten playing around and thought for a long time before naming it: Hua Juan (Steamed Bun).
She sent a message to Tang Yu, asking if he thought the name was okay.
Tang Yu replied with a simple, “Do whatever makes you happy.”
Tang Xin: “….”
She could already picture his cold, faintly mocking expression. But somehow, as she stared at those five words, they slowly began to taste… sweet.
In the afternoon, she brought Hua Juan to You Huan’s studio, where Ming Zhu was also waiting. The three of them had planned to meet.
As she pushed open the door, holding the cat, both of them looked up. You Huan glanced at the kitten in her arms and raised an eyebrow. “So this is really the cat Tang gave you?”
Tang Xin smiled brightly. “Yes.”
The studio’s speakers were playing soft background music, perfect for conversation.
She walked over, placed Hua Juan on the table, and stroked its soft, fluffy fur.
Ming Zhu reached out to pet it, and You Huan followed suit. All three of them were petting Hua Juan at the same time, squishing its face until it was almost unrecognizable—but the kitten didn’t mind, contentedly lying on the table with its eyes closed.
You Huan was surprised. “This cat is so well-behaved.”
“It really is,” Tang Xin agreed. “But I guess it doesn’t get along with Tang Yu. Yesterday, it scratched him, and he had to go get vaccinated.”
“…”
Ming Zhu turned to Tang Xin. “Are you going home for Qingming Festival?”
“Yes, for two or three days.” Tang Xin nodded but then frowned, remembering what Mrs. Zhong had said. “My mom wants me to go on a blind date again. I’m not even 25 yet! I’m young, beautiful, own a house and a car—why would I need to go on a blind date?”
You Huan shot her a glance. “She just wants you to find a boyfriend.”
Ming Zhu looked at her. “Didn’t you say Tang Yu already figured out that you like him? How can you tolerate this?”
Back in high school, Tang Xin had liked boys before, but she always adhered to the principle: “If you fall in love first, you lose.” Even if she liked someone, she wouldn’t confess easily. And even when she did, she’d come up with all sorts of strange reasons to make the other person doubt her feelings.
But Tang Yu was different. He was the one she’d secretly loved the longest—and the most.
Counting the years, it had been nearly four years. Incredible.
Thinking about Tang Yu’s enigmatic gaze, Tang Xin muttered, “He’s trying to push me away, making me give up. I want to see how long he can hold out—and how exactly he plans to reject me.”
Though she was the one who fell in love first, it was him who started teasing her.
Suddenly, Hua Juan leapt off the table and began exploring the new place. It jumped onto a display stand, nearly knocking over the handmade items. Tang Xin quickly called out, “Hua Juan, come down!” She rushed to grab the kitten.
You Huan came over to rearrange the scattered items and looked at Tang Xin, who was now holding the cat. With experience, she said, “Let me tell you, many men are more sensitive about these things than women. Sometimes, they just pretend to be clueless.”
“Hmph, men are all big jerks.”
“Right.” You Huan patted her shoulder. “So, I support you taking the direct approach.”
Tang Xin blinked, finding You Huan’s words quite reasonable. If she kept avoiding the issue, Tang Yu might endure forever—but he’d still find ways to subtly push her away and make her sad.
At that moment, the studio’s speakers were playing GALA’s Dream Chaser .
Holding Hua Juan, she turned around and sang along: “Rather than lingering miserably, let’s burn passionately!”
After singing that line, she looked at You Huan and declared, “Let’s burn!”
You Huan: “….”
She couldn’t help but laugh.
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The main creative team of Anti-Terrorism left early in the week to prepare for the shoot. With nothing to do, Tang Xin went to the airport to see Ming Zhu off.
Tang Xin mentioned Director Lu Zhixing’s interest in buying her copyright. Ming Zhu looked at her. “What do you think? Director Lu rarely hoards copyrights. If he buys it, he’ll likely adapt and start filming soon—latest by next year.”
“I know, he already told me.” Tang Xin sighed. “I’m just hesitating. If anyone’s going to make it, I’d prefer Shiguang Films to handle it.”
“Why don’t you talk to Tang Yu about it?”
“No way.”
She’d already brought it up once, only to be rejected. There was no way she’d bring it up again.
Ming Zhu didn’t press further, smiling at her instead. “If you’re bored, come visit me.”
Tang Xin grinned and nodded. “Sure.”
After Ming Zhu left with the team, Tang Xin suddenly remembered something—Ming Zhu’s marriage certificate. No one in the crew knew, and neither did Tang Yu.
Tang Yu had been incredibly busy lately because he was heading to the Anti-Terrorism set for the opening ceremony and then flying to Malaysia for a film city inauguration. A lot of work needed to be done in advance.
Gao Heng walked into the office carrying a stack of documents. He handed the top one to Tang Yu. “President Tang, this is from the copyright department. Some IP contracts from years ago are expiring. They’ve been categorized and analyzed. Manager Du marked the ones he recommends keeping. Please take a look.”
Tang Yu took the document and scanned it from top to bottom. His gaze paused briefly on the last two lines:
Make a Dream for You and Three Lifetimes of Dreams —both listed under the pen name “Sugarheart,” followed by Tang Xin’s real name, and finally, two large red crosses.
Manager Du’s recommendation was not to renew.
Gao Heng discreetly observed Tang Yu’s expression and handed him a pen.
Tang Yu casually accepted the pen, his eyes returning to the document. He crossed out two recommended IPs and, without hesitation, erased the two large red crosses at the end, replacing them with checkmarks.
—Keep.
He put down the pen and handed the document back to Gao Heng, his tone indifferent. “Start negotiating renewal for the IPs we’re keeping.”
Gao Heng said, “Got it,” and left with the document.
Once outside the office, he glanced down and noticed the two large red crosses next to Tang Xin’s works had been erased.
Gao Heng was starting to feel confused about Tang Yu’s intentions toward Tang Xin.
When Manager Du received the document, he was genuinely surprised. Although Tang Xin was their company’s screenwriter, those two works had been sitting idle for years. Given Tang Yu’s disinterest in such genres, he had marked them for removal.
Actually, this was a good thing for Tang Xin. Those two books were popular. Even if Shiguang didn’t renew, she could sell them elsewhere for a good price. Who knows, they might even get made into films. Sitting here, they’d remain untouched indefinitely.
He looked at Gao Heng, puzzled. “Is President Tang sure?”
Gao Heng adjusted his glasses and glanced at him. “When has President Tang ever been wrong?”
…Never.
Manager Du proceeded to execute the decision.
Tang Xin received the news about the copyright renewal discussion the day before her holiday. She was somewhat surprised, assuming Shiguang wouldn’t renew since keeping them unused didn’t make sense—it was essentially wasted money. Back then, copyright deals were cheap, but the market had improved. Plus, as a screenwriter, Tang Xin’s pen name “Sugarheart” still carried weight. Renewing the two copyrights could easily cost over ten million yuan.
Since they were in the same company, Tang Xin went upstairs to discuss the matter face-to-face with Manager Du.
They sat across from each other in the meeting room. Manager Du explained the renewal process straightforwardly, knowing they were part of the same company. “Whether to renew is entirely up to you. After all… you know President Tang’s preferences. Even if we keep them, there’s no guarantee they’ll get made.”
Tang Xin knew he was being honest, but she was puzzled. “Then why are you discussing renewal with me?”
Manager Du couldn’t admit he had initially marked her works for removal, so he chuckled awkwardly. “It’s President Tang’s decision.”
Tang Xin froze, blinking. “President Tang’s decision?”
Manager Du nodded. “Yes.”
Tang Yu… why did he suddenly decide to keep her copyrights? Was he planning to make them?
Tang Xin felt a mix of confusion and excitement. That excitement grew stronger, drowning out Manager Du’s words until he called her name for the third time. She snapped back to reality. “Huh?”
Manager Du looked at her quizzically. “I said, you can think about it.”
Tang Xin quickly smiled. “Okay.”
She stood up, feeling a bit impatient. “Then I’ll leave for now and come back later.”
Manager Du smiled. “Alright.”
After leaving the copyright department, Tang Xin headed straight upstairs to find Tang Yu.
She wanted to ask him why he suddenly changed his mind. Was it because he liked her, even a little? Enough to break his own principles?
As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she quickened her pace.
Chen, the secretary, saw her and stood up with a smile. “Miss Tang, are you looking for President Tang?”
Tang Xin smiled. “Yes, is he not here?”
Chen replied, “President Tang is out. He might return in the evening.”
Tang Xin glanced at the clock—it was already past 4 PM. She smiled at Chen. “Then I’ll come back later.”
With that, she turned and left.
The secretaries exchanged glances, and once she was gone, they began gossiping. “What’s the deal between President Tang and Tang Xin? Is there anything going on?”
“No.”
“Are they really… lovers? Something feels off.”
“Even though Tang Xin always smiles at us when she comes up, I feel like she’s full of schemes!”
“Yeah… I agree. She’s not simple. I mean, it’s not like President Tang used her to chase Ming Zhu. But Ming Zhu already has a boyfriend, and Tang Xin’s relationship with President Tang is still so close—even getting closer. It’s all very mysterious.”
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At 6 PM, Tang Xin returned upstairs.
Secretary Chen politely poured her a glass of water and invited her to wait in the reception area.
Tang Xin drank two glasses of water and visited the restroom. By 7:30, the sound of the elevator arriving broke the silence—“Ding.” Tang Yu’s deep, hurried voice followed: “Bring all the proposals and documents requiring my signature.”
Gao Heng: “Yes.”
It sounded like he was truly busy.
Tang Xin stood up and took a few steps forward.
Tang Yu strode into the room with long, confident steps. Catching sight of her out of the corner of his eye, he stopped abruptly and turned his head to look at the girl standing a few steps away, surprised. “Waiting for me?”
Tang Xin took a few more steps forward, stopping in front of him. She looked up and smiled softly. “Yes.”
Tang Yu didn’t ask why she was there. Instead, he turned and walked toward his office, his tone relaxing slightly. “Come in.”
He glanced at the secretaries still on duty. “You can all leave now.”
The secretaries had been eager to leave. Upon hearing this, they quickly stood up. “Okay.”
Tang Xin glanced at Gao Heng’s glasses and teased, “Why is Assistant Gao wearing glasses?”
Gao Heng answered honestly. “I’ve been wearing contact lenses for too long, and my eyes got inflamed.”
Tang Xin scanned him up and down, thinking he looked even more sycophantic with glasses. She smirked, following Tang Yu’s footsteps cheerfully. “President Tang, I haven’t eaten yet. Have you?”
Tang Yu had just entered the office when he heard her. He paused, turned to glance at her, then looked at Gao Heng.
Gao Heng immediately said, “I’ll order dinner for Miss Tang.”
Tang Xin didn’t hold back, grinning as she called after him, “Add a glass of juice, thanks.”
She often came upstairs and occasionally stayed to eat. Gao Heng wasn’t ordering for her for the first time—he already knew what she liked and left to handle it.
Click—
The office door closed.
Tang Xin glanced back, then turned to look at Tang Yu’s back. He took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the back of the sofa. Still dressed in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, his tall, slender figure exuded strength and elegance. Every movement of his was effortlessly powerful.
Tang Yu turned to her. “What do you want?”
Without waiting for her response, he walked to his desk.
Tang Xin knew he was busy and didn’t want to waste his time. Taking a deep breath, she walked over and asked directly, “Why did you buy my copyrights if you don’t plan to make them? What’s the point?”
Tang Yu paused at the desk, realizing she wasn’t here for idle chitchat.
He wasn’t in a rush anymore. Slowly turning around, he leaned against the desk, his right hand resting on the edge, his posture relaxed. He looked directly at her, his lips curving faintly. “How do you know I don’t plan to make them?”
“You said so last time.”
She walked up to him, frowning. Was he denying it now?
Tang Yu thought for a moment, turned, and pulled a notebook from the folder. Flipping it open, he reminded her, “I was talking about this mess.”
Tang Xin: “….”
She was speechless but also ecstatic.
Her emotions weren’t hidden. Her eyes sparkled as she whispered, “Really?”
Tang Yu glanced at her, casually placing the notebook back on the desk. He lazily glanced out the window. “No timeline is set yet. You can choose not to sign.”
For a brief moment, Tang Xin felt a pang of disappointment, but she quickly bounced back. Walking over, she leaned against the wide desk next to him. Looking down at their shoes, she noted how much taller he was. His legs, clad in tailored trousers, were quite pleasing to look at. After admiring them for a moment, she grinned and tilted her head up. “It’s fine. I’m not in a hurry anyway.”
Tang Yu’s lips curved slightly. He remained casually leaning against the desk. After a full day of busyness, he finally felt relaxed. He lifted his hand toward his collar, reaching for the top button, but then paused.
Tang Xin tilted her head, blinking. “It’s fine. Go ahead—I’ve seen you without it before.”
But Tang Yu lowered his hand, placing it back on the edge of the desk.
Tang Xin pouted, then suddenly remembered something. Slowly, she said, “President Tang, do you know? Ming Zhu and Captain Lu have registered their marriage.”
Tang Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression growing colder. He didn’t respond.
Deliberately, someone wanted to provoke him.
“You’ve completely lost your chance.”
“…”
Tang Yu’s expression grew even colder. He looked down at her, frowning. “Tang Xin, are you rambling because you have nothing to say, or are you doing this on purpose?”
Tang Xin fell silent, staring at the sofa in the reception area. Defiantly, she argued, “You don’t understand. This is called desensitization therapy. Mention it enough times, and maybe you’ll forget. Don’t you agree?”
Agree with what nonsense.
Tang Yu shoved his hands into his pockets, his posture growing even more relaxed, but his expression was colder than before. He turned his face slightly, gazing emotionlessly out the window.
Tang Xin suddenly felt uneasy. Turning to look at him, she softly called his name. “Tang Yu…”
She had called his name again.
This time, it carried a different meaning.
Tang Yu suddenly felt a wave of helplessness. His eyes narrowed slightly as he turned back, lowering his gaze to meet hers. Each word he spoke struck directly at her heart. “You like me?”
Though phrased as a question, his tone was unmistakably affirmative, leaving her nowhere to hide.
Even though she had prepared herself, her heartbeat raced uncontrollably in an instant.
Meeting his dark eyes, she suddenly smiled. “You guess.”
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Author’s Note:
Little Rich Girl: It’s time for my ultimate comeback.
Little Boss Tang: …
Clang clang clang! This chapter is packed with information! Little Rich Girl is about to turn the tables!! The crematorium is arriving soon!!
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